Chapter 12

When Andrea Kent, the homeroom teacher of class 10 of grade 11, dragged Harry Dave's to the outside of class 9 of grade 11's classroom, she frowned.

'What the hell? Where is the noisy class 9 of grade 11? Why is there no sound?'

She looked closer and saw that the students of class 9 of grade 11 were introducing themselves in a well-organized manner, one by one.

"My name is Adrian Wells, I usually like to read fanfics, and my dream is to be an author with over a million followers."

"My name is Natasha Gardner, I like to sing and dance, and my dream is to become a big movie star."

"My name is Samuel Brown ..."

"My name is Kevin Pan ..."

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Harry stood outside the classroom. He was looking at the situation in the classroom of class 9 of grade 11 from the window with the same incredulous look on his face as Andrea's face.

How could he not know why Andrea was looking for him when she found him?

'It must be that the students in class 9 of grade 11 were being too rowdy again and they were affecting class 10 of grade 11's evening study.'

He was already used to this kind of situation. However, even if he were to step in and deter some students, it would only keep them in control for a few days.

"Mrs. Andrea, is this the class 9 of grade 11 you said was affecting the students in your class during their evening study?"

Harry glanced at Edward and turned his head to Andrea.

"This ..."

Andrea's mature face turned red. She was a 35 year old beautiful lady. The real milf any high school student will say if they saw Andrea. While she was wearing modest clothes her figure couldn't be hidden.

Just now in Harry's office, she had exaggerated the situation created by class 9 of grade 11 by adding more fuel to the fire.

At this moment, when she looked at the class 9 of grade 11 students in the classroom who obediently stood up to introduce themselves, she couldn't believe her own eyes.

Edward was also the physical education teacher of class 10 of grade 11, so Andrea was even more shocked beyond words when she looked at the smiling Edward on the podium.

'A physical education teacher as the homeroom teacher of this class? But he was able to control the students well. And was he always this handsome? Fuck he is hot.'

"No ... Dean Harry, they were really being rowdy before I left to inform you."

Andrea still wanted to explain, but when she took a look at Harry's furrowed brow, she didn't voice her thoughts out.

"Alright Mrs. Andrea, facts speak louder than words. Now hurry back to your evening session."

Harry glanced at Andrea and turned to leave.

Andrea didn't dare to say anything more, and could only return to class 10 of grade 11's classroom in shame. The more she thought about it, the more outrageous she felt.

'A class of wastrels that no one could control was actually controlled by a physical education teacher? How?'

When Edward was standing on the podium. He also saw the arrival of Dean Harry and Mrs. Andrea Kent.

He just smiled and greeted them with a slight head bow and did not go out.

The students' self-introductions were a chance for him to get to know these students well. He naturally couldn't miss it.

At the same time, with the help of the system, he also got a good look at each student's talent.

The rumored waste class was simply a class full of treasures in his eyes.

Nearly all the students possessed one or two outstanding talents. It was just that these talents had never been valued in the current educational system.

Not only are they not emphasized by school teachers, but their parents have probably never had an in-depth conversation with their children. Most of these children themselves don't know how much potential they have within themselves.

'So what happens when nobody cares about their talent, I will make sure to polish every student's talent in the classroom.'

In Edward's mind suddenly a bold thought came.

He was going to make the class 9 of grade 11, the strongest class in the entire school. No. Not just the whole school, it should be the strongest class in the city, or even in the country.

"My name is Jim Francis, and my dream is to build the world's fastest supercar."

After saying his dream, Jim hesitated for a while and bravely said. "Edward Sir, I'm sorry.I was the one who set all those traps."

Edward on the podium froze. He hadn't expected that Jim would take the initiative to admit his mistake.

From the very beginning, when he knew that there was a trap in the classroom, he had been interested in the student who had designed and arranged the traps. But he had also never thought of punishing that student.

The students in class 9 of grade 11 had been punished enough. For him to educate them in the old way again would not have any positive effect at all.

Jim stood in his seat with his head down while waiting for Edward to announce his punishment.

'Punishment or scolding, I would take them all. I am a man and a man keeps his words.'

Since he just told Peter that as long as Edward Sir breaks all his traps. Then he would accept his fault and will do as Edward told him to do.

Edward looked at Jim who bowed his head and admitted his mistake with slight amusement. The corner of his mouth slightly raised.

The system's panel was displaying Jim's information.

[Name: Jim Francis]

[Age: 17]

[Height: 171 cm]

[Weight: 65 kg]

[Talents: Language (Average), Math (Excellent), English (Poor), Physics (Excellent)...Mechanics (Demonic)...]

[Mentality: Excellent]

[Real-World Effectiveness: 30%]

From the system's panel information and the trap he had just avoided, it was easy to see that Jim possessed excellent mechanical abilities.

Those traps, which looked rough, were easy for Edward who had the God of sports skill. But if it was any other teacher, it would be impossible to dodge them all.

"So you designed and made all those traps for the teacher." Edward on the podium said with a slight smile.

"It's over, Jim is going to be beaten up by Edward Sir."

"His seat is right under Edward Sir's nose, what if Edward Sir slaps him on the face?"

"No way."

"Just now, Edward Sir's punch directly blew up two balls. If he really did it, how could Jim's small body withstand it?"

"You can only pray for him now. "

"I hope he will be alright ..."

Seeing that Jim actually took the initiative to admit that he had set up the trap, the other students began to worry about Jim.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Edward Sir." Jim lowered his head and when he heard Edward's words, he hurriedly said sorry again.

"They were really good traps, especially the booby traps. If it was anyone else in my place then they wouldn't be able to disarm them." Edward said with a smile.

It was just that in Jim's ears, these words did not sound that way. He simply thought that this was what Edward was saying before he would teach him a lesson for his traps.

"Alright, sit down." Edward extended his hand, but instead of hitting him, he patted Jim's shoulder encouragingly.

Edward knew that it wasn't Jim's first time setting up the traps.Those previous homeroom teachers had all tasted the pain of getting caught in the traps. But Jim hasn't been expelled? Why?

Not only was Edward curious about Jim's demonic level of mechanical talent but also extremely curious about his parents.

'What kind of student could sit here unharmed after setting up traps to catch the teacher several times? He couldn't be the mayor's son, could he?'

Edward shook his head, dismissing the distractions in his mind, and asked the students behind Jim to start introducing themselves.

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