Winston''s military theory ss was held in thergest lecture hall.


    Yvonne and Letitia arrivedte, so they took seats in the back row.


    Winston walked in just as the bell rang. The moment he entered, the ssroom fell silent.


    As Mr. Shah lectured from the podium, Letitia took out her book and notebook and began taking notes diligently.


    Yvonne sat beside her. She didn''t take notes, but she listened with intense focus. For a moment, it felt as if she were back in her student days at the academy.


    Those had been the most carefree times of her life.


    Winston had a habit of randomly pointing at a student to answer a question during his lectures.


    After posing his question, his eyes scanned the students in the room.


    Yvonne was in thest row. Compared to the other police cadets, she looked petite, and because she was trying to avoid recognition, she was wearing a mask. All of this made her stand out, and Winston spotted her immediately from the stage.


    "The young woman in the mask, you answer this question," Winston said, pointing at her.


    Probably out of habit, Yvonne subconsciously stood up as soon as the teacher called her name, her posture perfectly straight.


    Letitia was startled and was about to stand up to exin to Mr. Shah, but Yvonne had already started answering Winston''s question.


    Yvonne''s answer was serious, meticulous, and well-organized.


    But she had been away from her studies for too long, and there were a few small


    errors. Winston pointed them out before waving for her to sit down.


    As Yvonne sat back down, she noticed Letitia staring at her.


    "What is it?" Yvonne asked, confused.


    Letitia snorted. "This actress knows quite a bit! I bet you studied all this just to imitate my sister, Yvonne, and get closer to Mr. Bet Thompson."


    Yvonne couldn''t help but chuckle. She didn''t bother to exin, just smiled and said, "You have a very active imagination."


    “Hmph.” Letitia snorted again, lowered her head to continue her notes, and ignored her.


    After ss, Winston gathered his book and left.


    The students in the ssroom also began to leave, except for a few who were close with Letitia. They gathered around, chatting animatedly.


    "Ugh, I can barely breathe in Mr. Shah''s ss. I''m always so scared he''ll call on me. His questions are so hard and can''t answer,


    ricky if y


    he makes you stand, and it''s so


    embarrassing."


    “Letitia, is this your friend? She can even answer Mr. Shah''s questions. She''s impressive."


    "Hey there, mind if I introduce myself? I''m Oliver, Letitia''s ssmate."


    “Hello,” Yvonne said, smiling and nodding at him.


    "Hey, you look kind of familiar. Have we met before? Can you take off your mask?"


    Oliver said, looking at Yvonne thoughtfully.


    Police academy students were generally very observant.


    "What are you looking at! She''s wearing a mask because she doesn''t want to be seen Shoo, don''t you know how to walk away from a pretty girl?" Letitia said, shooing Oliver away.


    As the remaining girls were chattering, April suddenly walked in with several other students.


    "Professor Martinez."


    "Hello, Professor Martinez."


    "Hello, everyone."


    Letitia and the others immediately stood up to greet April and her group.


    Yvonne stood up as well, but remained silent. She watched April and the others from behind her mask, her expression neutral.


    She knew almost everyone April had brought with her.


    Some were from years ahead of her, and some were her own ssmates. Those invited back as distinguished alumni for the anniversary were all sessful and had made names for themselves.