In a boring math class, the teacher was standing on the podium seriously teaching the students who were listening attentively below. Suddenly she frowned slightly and stopped to look at the male student whose whole body was covered in wounds from fighting, sitting at the back of the class, nonchalantly not listening to the lecture, not even bothering to take notes, just sitting there with his feet up on the table, looking extremely uninterested, clearly looking down on her.

Seeing the teacher frowning uncomfortably and staring at him, Dylan was amused, a triumphant smirk gradually appeared on his handsome face. His actions became more and more daring as he winked at her teasingly: "Why don't you continue teaching instead of staring at your students' faces? Don't tell me that a teacher like you is having feelings for her students?"

The more Dylan spoke, the wider his teasing smile became. He calmly expressed his lack of interest and looked out the window. When he glanced back, Dylan couldn't help but laugh with delight when he saw the teacher who had just been giving a strict lecture was now blushing and standing there, angry like a teenage girl who had just fallen in love for the first time just because of his words.

So adorable, he thought to himself. His eyes couldn't help but turn back to look at her. The teacher was confused by his teasing, her face becoming redder and redder in front of the other students. She quickly went down to his seat and angrily slammed her hand on the table opposite him: "Dylan, stop saying stupid things... pay attention... pay attention to the lecture"

The teacher became more confused and flustered the more she spoke, her words becoming incoherent and awkward. It was obvious that she was easily affected by such teasing words. That only made Dylan want to tease her more. Dylan looked at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and calmly leaned his face closer to the teacher's blushing face and said: "Aren't I right? My beautiful little teacher?"