The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

The kids from Class Eighteen showed Vivienne their true colors. They finished all their test papers in a

single lesson. What a waste of their talents!

They wrapped them up in just fifteen minutes.

Looking at the blank test papers they handed in, Vivienne only felt a profound sense of helplessness

and depression.

She was sure that the next three months would not be the bottom of these kids' lives, but hers!

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She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in her chest.

Then she began to mark the papers.

The students finished their tests fast, and she marked them just as fast.

With all the unfinished blanks, she couldn't be quicker!

The best score in the class was surprisingly Logan, who got a B on the freshman test.

As for the other papers, they didn't even get her started. It just pissed her off!

He only got a D in the sophomore comprehensive exam.

And for the senior comprehensive exam, he got an F.

The rest were even worse. They all got Fs in the senior comprehensive. Freshmen and sophomores

could barely scrape a D.

She felt the sense of helplessness and depression rising again.

She wanted to yell, "Are you guys fools?"

If they didn't know the other questions, that was fine, but they could at least guess a few right in the

multiple-choice, right?

But someone didn't even get a single multiple-choice question right.

That person was Ms. Redwood, Charlotte!

"You have half an hour to go to the principal and get textbooks from first year to senior year, one set for

each person." Vivienne suppressed her anger before she could say it.

She planned to let the teachers teach them after she tamed these students.

But now, this plan was obviously not going to work.

If they couldn't even handle freshman papers, they won't understand even if a freshman teacher was

brought in.

She could only start teaching from the simpler parts.

There was an exception, and that was Ms. Redwood. She needed to start learning from elementary

school textbooks.

Vivienne felt a headache coming on.

Seeing Vivienne's unpleasant face, nobody dared to disobey her. They obediently went to the principal

for books.

As soon as Lysander heard it was Vivienne who made the students come, he immediately arranged for

someone to do it, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Was Vivienne planning to teach in person?

If she was teaching, Class Eighteen was a sure thing.

After the students left, Vivienne remained silent for a while. She took out her phone and made a call.

The call was quickly answered, and Vivienne said respectfully, "Mr. James."

"Hmm?"

Mr. James, who was busy doing academic research, answered the phone without looking at the caller.

When he heard the voice, he paused, looked at the screen on his phone, and suddenly stood up,

saying in surprise, "Vivienne! You finally decided to call me."

His voice was filled with excitement.

Vivienne was speechless, not understanding why Mr. James was so excited.

"Mr. James, how have you been? Is your health okay?" Vivienne asked.

Mr. James paused for a moment, and then his tone rose a few notches, "You don't usually call me on

your own! Tell me, what's your evil plan this time?"

He knew this proud student of his better than anyone. If there was nothing to discuss, she wouldn't

bother him. If there was something, she definitely needed him!

Although Vivienne didn't always communicate with him face-to-face, she did care about him a lot. Every

year, she would regularly send him health pills and give him gifts during holidays, but she would never

appear in person.

"Um." Vivienne felt exposed, coughed twice awkwardly and said, "I need a favor from you!"

"I knew it!" Mr. James said, "Tell me, what do you need help with?"

"I want you and your team to come to Cloudcrest High School Class Eighteen to teach over forty

students. Their grades are a bit poor and might need to start from the simplest knowledge. And

Lysander will cover the payment." There's no way she was paying for it!

Her financial situation was tight.

She needed to earn money to take care of her father and stepmother, a kindergarten-going little

brother, and a sister she had never met.

She needed money!

"What?" Mr. James yelled, stomping his foot in anger, "I am a professor in the Department of Physics at

Elite University. I teach geniuses with talent, and you want me to teach a bunch of failing students?

Starting from the simplest knowledge?"

Mr. James felt like he was about to explode!

This was so infuriating!

He knew Vivienne wouldn't bother him unless it was something serious.

Class Eighteen of Cloudcrest High School was infamous nationwide. These students didn't play by the

rules and didn't listen to instructions. These were their labels.

He didn't want to teach them because it would affect his mental health!

Vivienne was a bit embarrassed, "I got a job. I became the tutor of Class Eighteen!"

"Beep beep beep!"

Before Vivienne could finish her sentence, Mr. James hung up.

Vivienne was speechless.

She called again, but Mr. James just wouldn't answer.

Vivienne rubbed her temples. She sighed lightly, then opened her phone and sent a text to Mr. James,

[About Atticus, I promise.]

Just as the message was sent, her phone rang within two seconds. She smiled slightly and answered

the call.

All she heard was Mr. James talking fast, "I'll be there at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

She hung up and the students of Class Eighteen came in with textbooks. Because there were so many

textbooks, they had to run three times to get them all.

"Starting tomorrow, there will be teachers to teach you from the simplest knowledge. After school at

noon today, I will give you half a day off. Have a good meal, relax, and cherish this half-day."

Vivienne continued, "Because, for the next three months, you guys won't have any breaks and you all

need to live on campus."

"Ah! No way!"

The classroom suddenly exploded with cries of disbelief!

This was just too much!

They had no breaks, and they needed to live on campus for three whole months!

"Silence!" Vivienne shouted, instantly silencing the room.

"I will have Lysander notify your parents about the boarding situation. This decision is final, and I won't

accept any dissent."

Then Vivienne looked at them. "If you have any objections, speak now."

No one said a word.

Objections? Was Ms. Vivienne joking?

She had already said she won't accept any dissent! Who would dare to object?

"Ms. Vivienne, we have no objections. We will completely follow your decision." Logan was the first to

stand up and speak.

He was now a hardcore fan of Vivienne!

He was willing to listen to Vivienne.

Most importantly, he wanted to study hard and get into a good college!

Finally, there was a teacher who was willing to teach them seriously. He would definitely cooperate.

Whether he could get into college or not wasn't the main point. The main point was that he had tried his

best, so that he wouldn't be regretful in the future.

Most importantly, if he could get into college, he would have the confidence to confess to the girl of his

dreams!

Right now, he didn't dare to confess, afraid to scare her off.

If Logan was willing to comply, what could the others say?

Oberon had been scared silent by Vivienne.

Charlotte was Vivienne's good friend, so she wouldn't object.

And so, the matter of studying was happily settled.

Before long, the bell rang for a break. Vivienne headed to the cafeteria for lunch.

She had told Cordelia in the morning not to prepare lunch for her. The distance from Tranquil Estates to

Cloudcrest High School was too far, and it was inconvenient to travel back and forth.

As she made her way to the cafeteria, she saw the students from Class Eighteen also heading the

same way. She was a little surprised, "Aren't you guys going home?"

Logan answered, "We'll go home after lunch. No one leaves lunch for us at home."

They usually had lunch at school. Since it was a sudden day off, naturally no one would leave lunch for

them at home.

Vivienne nodded, not saying anything.

She entered the cafeteria with the students from Class Eighteen. She was about to buy something to

eat when Logan loudly offered, "Ms. Vivienne, I'll buy the food for you!"

His voice was loud, and everyone around heard that.

The cafeteria instantly quieted down.

After a while, someone spoke, "Is there something wrong with my ears? Did Logan just call—Ms.

Vivienne?"

"I heard it too. He was really respectful!"

"Yes, yes, yes! What's going on? Where did this teacher come from? There's no teacher here, right?"