The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Vivienne hopped into a cab, telling the driver to head for Cloudcrest High School. Once she arrived,

she paid the fare and made a beeline for the principal's office.

Vivienne had never been to Cloudcrest High School before. She randomly asked a student for

directions and quickly found her way.

As she neared the principal's office, she heard voices inside.

Vivienne swore she wasn't trying to eavesdrop; it just so happened that the door was ajar.

Because there were people talking inside, she didn't want to barge in uninvited, so she decided to hang

out by the door.

Consequently, the conversation inside made its way to her ears.

"Principal, I can't deal with the students in Class Eighteen any longer, last time they put a trash can

over my head and gave me a beating. I've still got the bruises. If you insist on me teaching Class

Eighteen, I'll have to quit." Vivienne peeked inside the office, the speaker was a man in his forties,

wearing glasses, looking like a gentleman. His face was filled with pain as he rubbed his arm.

"I can't handle them either, they used to put cockroaches in my textbooks, but this time they put a rat in

it! You know how terrified I am of rats." A woman in her thirties added, "These students are beyond

redemption. I'm at my wits' end."

"Principal, you can't keep throwing us under the bus, we're not trying to shirk our responsibilities, it's

just we can't get through to them. We're here to teach, not to risk our lives!" Another male teacher

chimed in.

The Principal Lysander Harper exhaled a deep sigh, "I understand, you've all been put in a tough spot.

But we can't just let it slide. The higher-ups have issued an order, if none of the students from Class

Eighteen get into college this year like before, then our status as an elite school will be revoked."

Lysander felt helpless hearing the teachers' complaints. Havenwood was a big city, home to many high

schools, but only Cloudcrest High School was an elite school.

The school fees for this elite school were astronomical, yet every year, many people would do whatever

it takes to get in, causing a headache for the regular schools trying to recruit students.

Especially because Cloudcrest High School had a class known as the "demon class"—senior year

Class Eighteen.

The students in this class all came from wealthy families, their academic performance was abysmal,

and they were all lumped together in the same class. These students were notorious troublemakers,

and things only got worse when they gathered together.

They often bullied teachers and classmates, it was all too common.

The key issue was, Lysander couldn't expel them!

Because these students' parents all made donations to the school.

Although he was the principal, he had the power to expel other students but not those in Class

Eighteen, as that needed approval from the school board.

However, Class Eighteen's behavior was too outrageous and was severely affecting other students. As

a result, many parents jointly reported this to the Department of Education who took this matter

seriously. They demanded that Class Eighteen be rectified. If none of the students from Class Eighteen

got into college this year, the school's elite status would be revoked.

This news had the school board on edge, urging him to find a solution.

What could he do?

"We understand that this will tarnish the school's reputation, but sir, Class Eighteen... it's a real hellhole,

we all want to live a little longer!"

Lysander felt troubled. He sat down, took a sip of water, and fell silent for a while.

When he looked up again, he noticed a figure standing outside the door. He took a closer look and his

face lit up with joy, he quickly stood up, "Miss Vivienne, you're finally here!"

That's great! His savior was here!

She was here to deal with those demons!

His good days were coming!

"Mr. Lysander." Vivienne walked in and greeted Lysander.

"I'm at ease now that you're here."

Lysander wasn't just buttering her up, he truly felt relieved.

When Vivienne messaged him, he was thrilled, but then he started to worry that Vivienne might change

her mind after a good night's sleep. That kept him up all night.

Now seeing Vivienne standing in front of him, he felt he could finally get a good night's sleep.

"Mr. Lysander." Vivienne greeted Lysander again, without any further ado, she asked, "Shall we begin

class now?"

Lysander had already given her the lowdown on Class Eighteen when he invited her to the school.

She roughly knew what the class was all about.

For Class Eighteen students, she did not care too much. They were just some presumptuous rich This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

children, but those more presumptuous than them could be trained to be obedient by her.

"Hold on, let me introduce you."

Lysander noticed the three teachers in his office looking at Vivienne with puzzled expressions. He said

to them, "This is our newly appointed class teacher for Class Eighteen, and she will be in charge of all

Class Eighteen related matters."

Then he turned to Vivienne and introduced the forty-something man in glasses, "This is Mr. Dennis, the

math teacher."

Then he pointed to the woman in her thirties, "This is Ms. Abby, the foreign language teacher."

And then to the younger male teacher, "This is Mr. Arkle, the chemistry teacher."

After the introductions, he told Vivienne, "The other teachers have gone to their classrooms. I'll

introduce you to them later."

Vivienne nodded and greeted a few teachers, "Hey, Mr. Dennis, Ms. Abby, Mr. Arkle, what's up?"

The three teachers didn't react.

They were freaking out!

It took them a while to pull themselves together. They looked at her in shock, then turned to Lysander,

"Principal, you gotta be kidding me, right? She's the one in charge of Class Eighteen?"

Isn't she a bit too young?

She's only a year older than the students in Class Eighteen, she's practically a student herself, isn't

she?

And she's supposed to teach others?

The principal laughed, "No, I'm not messing with you. She's the new teacher in charge of Class

Eighteen. You can rest easy when you have to substitute in Class Eighteen from now on. With her

around, those kids won't dare to step out of line!"

He met Vivienne five years ago.

She was only 14 then!

He and his friends were hiking and they accidentally wandered into Emerald Mountain. Emerald

Mountain was treacherous, full of traps, he stepped into one and thought he was a goner. When he

was bracing himself for death, Vivienne saved him.

He and his friends recovered from their injuries at the Emerald Monastery and found out it was a place

for training self-defensive arts. There were only ten students, including Vivienne.

He's a principal, he's seen plenty of rich kids. That day, he ran into three students who used to be in

Class Eighteen.

Vivienne was training them. Under her guidance, these students were very disciplined, no matter how

intense the training was, they didn't complain once.

Especially those three from Class Eighteen, he had seen them turn the school upside down before. But

in front of Vivienne, they were as tame as lambs.

He felt a deep admiration for Vivienne immediately.

Later, he left Emerald Mountain, but he kept in touch with Vivienne. Actually, it was his initiative, he

thought he might need Vivienne's help one day.

Now he really needed her!

"Principal, this isn't a funny joke! How old is she? Can she even be a teacher? Has she even graduated

yet?" Mr. Arkle looked at Vivienne, frowning, "You're just pulling a rabbit out of a hat, getting anyone

you can to come to the school."