I transmigrated into a high school romance novel as the home room teacher, and my first move was to break up the main couple. "No dating in this class!" I split them up, sat them on opposite sides of the room, and crushed their secret crushes. Finally, after my tireless efforts, the rebellious bad boy became a model student, and the broken girl got into Harvard. Just as I was happily calculating my bonus for being "Teacher of the Year," the bad boy blushed and asked me: "Miss, if I pursue you now, it doesn't count as underage dating anymore, right?" Me: ??? Then, a cold voice came from behind me. It was the girl. "Back off. She's mine." My vision went black... Help! How did the plot collapse like this? Chapter 1 Who can relate? Staying up all night crying over a novel. The male lead goes to jail, the female lead becomes disabled, ten years wasted, a tragedy that chills you to the bone. "What kind of trashy angst novel is this?!" I threw my phone in rage. "Stupid kids! Why don't you just study? What's the point of dating!" The next second, a piercing alarm rang. I groggily reached for my phone but touched an ID card instead: [Willow Mitchell, 22, Senior Class 4 Homeroom Teacher, Southside High] "Willow! Where are you?! Late on your first day?" My phone vibrated violently. The head of the department's loud voice pierced my eardrums. Wait??? Did I transmigrate into the book? And I became the background character teacher who only exists in the protagonists' flashbacks? "On my way!" I scrambled out the door. Damn it! Late as a student, late as a teacher? 8 AM classes are a cosmic curse! It looked like I was done for. Suddenly, a motorcycle roared past. Silver hair, full sleeve tattoos, ripped jeans, studded jacket, ear piercings blindingly bright. "Hey! Take me to Southside High!" I slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the gas tank. The boy lazily looked up. "Lady, I'm not a taxi." I gritted my teeth and slapped another bill down. "Two hundred!" He sneered, jutting his chin toward the back seat. "Get on." Done! I clambered onto the hard back seat. Just as I sat down, before I could find anything to hold onto... Vroom! The force threw me back! I instinctively grabbed forward! My hands landed on a firm waist and abs. Through the thin T-shirt, I could feel the muscle definition and body heat. "Tsk." An annoyed sound came from the front. I let go instantly, clutching the seat handle for dear life. I spent the money, now I might lose my life too! The scent of mint hit my face. In the rearview mirror, his amused eyes reflected back at me. "Scared, lady?" "Shut up and watch the road." I shakily pulled out my teacher ID and hung it around my neck. "Drive straight into the school later. Just say I'm the new teacher!" Chapter 2 At the school gate, the balding Dean was blowing his whistle like crazy. "Jagger! Late again! Where's your uniform?" My legs went soft. I almost fell off the bike. Jagger? Isn't this the crazy male lead from the book who goes to jail for love? The Dean's gaze landed on me, eyebrows shooting up. "Bringing your girlfriend too? Openly dating now, huh?" "You, which class?" My PTSD from getting caught at school flared up instantly. I blurted out: "Four... Class 4." "Why haven't I seen you before?" Wait, no? I'm a teacher now!!! I hurriedly held up my teacher ID: "Colleague..." The air suddenly went quiet. Jagger suddenly leaned down close to my ear. "Miss Mitchell? Why didn't you say so? I would've given you a discount." His breath brushed my neck. I jumped three meters away. In the end, Jagger got detention, and I got my pay docked. Damn, what a loss! I should have just said I was a student. Chapter 3 The moment I pushed open the classroom door, dozens of eyes shot toward me. The blonde boy in the back row whistled. "Jagger brought his girl to class?" "She's pretty hot." Jagger threw his backpack backward without looking. "Blind? Didn't see the teacher ID?" He sat lazily in his seat. Next to him, a girl in a faded uniform whispered with her head down: "Jagger, you're late again..." He scoffed disdainfully. "None of your business." I suddenly remembered. Isn't this the tragic, bullied, pure-hearted female lead from the book?! And right now, she's sitting next to Jagger, the walking disaster! According to the plot, this is the beginning of the tragedy! No! This ship must sink! Immediately! Right now! Nip it in the bud! I stormed onto the podium, imposing and fierce. "I am your new homeroom teacher, Willow Mitchell. In my class..." "No dating allowed!" The class erupted instantly. "What the hell? Starting with this?" "Who is she? The new teacher?" "Controlling everything, even our love lives?" Jagger leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching like it was a show that had nothing to do with him. I waved my hand grandly. "Now, we're changing seats!" "Claire!" My voice was decisive. "You! Front row! Far left seat!" Claire's pale face was written with shock. Finally, she silently stood up to pack her things. Her movements were careful, carrying a long-ingrained timidity. "Jagger!" I pointed my finger at the silver-haired boy next to her. "You! Next to the podium! A solo seat!" The playful smile on Jagger's face froze. He looked at me, then at the "VIP seat" right next to the chalk tray, under 360-degree surveillance. "Teacher, I..." "Shut up! Move!" I cut him off, leaving no room for negotiation. For a troublemaker like him, you need the hardest steel! Jagger stared at me, his eyes filled with hostility narrowing. After a three-second standoff, he finally let out an extremely annoyed "Tsk." Dark-faced, he walked toward the "Super VIP Seat." Good. One left, one right. Separated by the podium's blind spot, let's see how you make googly eyes at each other! I picked up the roster, my brain rapidly recalling the character relationships from the book. Who's secretly dating whom, who's still lingering with an ex, who's crushing on whom... precise strikes are mandatory! "Zack!" I called a name. It was the blonde boy who heckled earlier. "You sit next to Luna!" Luna was his ex-girlfriend. The blonde boy wailed. "Teacher! Don't! Anywhere but there! Please!" "Shut up! Move!" I wasn't done. I continued deploying my "battle formation." "Ethan, sit in front of them." Ethan was the current boyfriend. Triangle formation. Drama mode activated. Let's see how you have fun now! My brain quickly recalled the other couples mentioned in the book, as well as those deep-hidden crushes. The principle was simple and brutal: Breakups sit together, lovers separated by a galaxy, crushes sent to opposite poles. Little brats. The rain I walked through back then, today I'm breaking your umbrellas! Let you taste the bitterness of love. Chapter 4 Under my command, the whole classroom fell into a moving frenzy. In the midst of this chaos, an accident happened. As Claire walked to her new seat holding her books, a pad hidden inside accidentally fell out. "Maxi Pad! Your big Band-Aid fell out!" The blonde boy immediately yelled out. Several boys started jeering like they were watching a show. Claire hunched her back, face pale, body trembling slightly from embarrassment. In the original story, Claire was often mocked for being well-developed, causing her insecurity. She always wore ill-fitting bras because of it. A wave of anger shot straight to my brain! I slammed the podium! "What did you call her?" The blonde boy grinned nonchalantly. "Teacher, I was complimenting her chest." I chuckled coldly. "I see your butt is pretty big too. From now on, we'll call you Big Butt Bro." Silence. Then— "Pfft!" "Hahahaha!" "Big Butt Bro! Hahahaha!" "Freaking Big Butt Bro!" Roaring laughter erupted. The blonde boy's face turned purple instantly. I looked around the room, smile gone. "Laughing? Is it funny?" My voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the laughter. "From now on, in this class, if I hear anyone making jokes about someone's body, appearance, or physiological traits—" "First time, parents called! Learn to speak like a human before coming back!" "Second time, transfer out! Class 4 doesn't recycle trash!" The classroom went dead silent. My gaze fell on the bright pink pad on the floor. "Also, never seen a pad before? What's so funny? Weren't you born from a mother? Girls getting their periods and using pads is as normal as eating and drinking! From now on, if any boy dares to joke about this again—" I raised my hand, pointing at the small pad by Claire's feet, my voice rising sharply. "I'll have the girls stick a pad right on his face! So he remembers it well!" Silence. Then: "Good!" "Teacher is awesome!" "We support Miss Mitchell!" Many girls' eyes were shining, looking at me with excitement and approval. Claire silently bent down, quickly picked up the pad, stuffed it into her pocket, and walked fast to her new seat. Her back was still thin, but it seemed a little straighter.
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