Chapter 785


    Patrick was in a bad mood.


    He walked into the grade leader’s office to get the information. Although he was as silent as usual, the


    teachers in the office could still feel that he seemed to be in a particrly bad mood today.


    At first, everyone had different opinions about the new teacher and guessed that he should be a


    rtive of the leader.


    Seeing that he was so young and had no experience in teaching, they all had grievances under the


    table. Moreover, the neer did not team up with them, nor did he know how to address them in the


    workce. The old teacher deliberately made things difficult for him, so even the excellent teacher who


    had been teaching for more than 20 years was scolded by the principal. Since then, no one dared to


    provoke Mark again.


    The director secretly went to find out the news but failed. All he knew was that Mark was not a rtive


    of the leader.


    The school leader even gave him a private office.


    He was a psychology teacher in grade three. There wasn’t this course in grade three. He only took one


    ss a week and often skipped ss. How could he own a private office?


    However, the teachers did not dare to be dissatisfied. Instead, they kept a distance from Mark.


    Patrick was antisocial. If he suddenly felt that he didn’t want toe to ss, he would call someone to


    rece him. For example,st week, he went back to the Hopkin’s family in A city.


    He had been fiddling in the Hopkins family kitchen for seven days and almost burned it down.


    What he cooked was hardly presentable, Just now, he saw the students gathered together and


    .


    uveautiful.


    Patrick sulked.


    He didn’t know what he was being stubborn about. He had to make something better than that box of


    sushi rolls.


    “Mark, there is a dinner party after school this afternoon. Do you want toe with us…”


    Just as Patrick was about to leave the big office with the documents, a shy voice called out from


    behind.


    Patrick turned his head. The female teacher in front of him was very young. She had straight ck hair


    to her shoulders and neat bangs. Her eyes were clean and bright, and her face was delicate. She was


    very pure and gentle, simr to his sister Brianna.


    Somehow, he stared at the female teacher for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.


    Seeing him looking at herself, the teacher blushed slightly and asked shyly, “Do you want to have


    dinner with us and meet more people…”


    “Have a good time,” Patrick finally declined.


    Without saying more to her, he went back to his own private office.


    Pure and quiet?


    Generous and decent?


    Distinctive, mboyant?


    Patrick walked slowly in the corridor with a document in his hand, a little confused and angry.


    Although he had no experience in a rtionship, he could easily see the feelings of love in a woman’s


    eyes. Women varied.


    Why did he want her?


    The more Patrick thought about it, the darker his face became. Was it because he waspletely


    ignored by her that he wanted to conquer her?


    He was not such a boring person.


    She wasn’t ying hard to get.


    Patrick never did anything stupid on the spur of the moment. There must be a reason for him to do


    something after careful consideration.


    But he couldn’t figure it out.


    In the past, he hated cooking the most.


    Everyone has their own strengths. It was unlikely one could do anything. No matter what top-notch


    delicacies, Chinese food, or western food, as long as he wanted, he could get it. There was no need to


    waste his time in that smoky ce.


    Even for Charles, a real one for flirting with girls, he would definitely think it was stupid.


    What on earth was he being stubborn about?


    Patrick was upset and he began to prepare for the afternoon lesson. He felt that what he was doing


    was extremely stupid. The thought of leaving here and returning to where he originally belonged


    shed through his mind.


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    This afternoon, Patrick came to the ssroom with a cold aura.


    As usual, there were more than 200 students in the multimedia ssroom. They were all dressed in


    blue uniforms. The school rules did not allow people to dye their hair. There were ck heads under


    the stage. At first nce, they could not be distinguished.


    Patrick didn’t have much enthusiasm for teaching. Today, he even omitted the previous roll call. The


    students below the stage were a little disappointed, especially the girls. When the teacher called their


    names, they felt the leap of their heart with excitement.


    Patrick simply wrote today’s psychological theme, intimacy, on the ckboard.


    His eyes were fixed on theputer screen, and his voice was a little cold. “In psychology, there are


    six characteristics of intimacy: understanding, care, dependence, tacit understanding, trust,


    The projector yed detailed exnations of the teaching contents.


    Patrick’s ss was really dull without rising and falling. It was as if he was reading aloud. His voice was


    very pleasant, but it always evoked visions.


    “Teacher, I have a question!”


    A bold female student raised her hand high with a confident smile on her face and was eager to speak.


    “What’s the question?”


    Patrick looked up at the girl and asked simply.


    The girl was very excited. She immediately stood up straight and asked in a bright voice. “If someone


    wants to form a close rtionship with others, what is the first step…”


    “Get to know each other first.” Before she could finish the question, Patrick answered.


    His voice was full of reproach for the student who failed to listen carefully. “Okay, thank you.’ The


    students were not discouraged. She seemed to be very satisfied with such a simple conversation.


    Teachert


    Teacher, I have a question tool”


    The atmosphere in this ss suddenly became lively. The students raised their hands very


    enthusiastically. In the first few sses, everyone was obedient, not daring to say a word. Now


    someone was making a start so they all wanted to have a try


    Patrick frowned. He thought it was notay.


    There was another person in the ss who thought it was too noisy. Christina had been sleeping


    soundly in the corner of thest row. She looked up in confusion and saw that the students around her


    seemed to be crazy and excited. Why did they all raise their hands as if they could get money?


    The moment Christina looked up from the desk, Patrick on the podium saw her.


    Patrick was taken aback.


    A hint of astonishment shed through his usually deep andplicated eyes. How could she be


    here?


    She had been skipping his ss and looking for others to rece her.


    Compared to the active students around her, Christina was sleepy. She quickly confirmed that there


    was nothing wrong. She was relieved andy back on the table, ready to continue sleeping through this


    boring lesson.


    She had nned to sneak back to the dormitory to catch up on her sleep, but recently, RA had been


    strict. Anyway, it was neglected to sleep in the big ssroom of more than 200 people.


    “Christina!” She was no luckier.


    The ssroom quieted down.


    They didn’t know why Mark suddenly called Christina. Everyone looked back and forth between the


    teacher with aplicated face on the stage and the girl who was obviously sleeping in thest row.


    This girl actually slept in teacher Mark’s ss. How disrespectful!


    Christina was sleep-deprived. She had to work hard to do her exams, and she had to work the night


    shift at the milk tea shop. In addition, she had eaten too much at noon today. Now her mind was messy,


    and she could not feel the sharp eyes around her.


    Chad, who was sitting next to her, gently pushed her. “Senior, the teacher is calling you.”


    Only then did Christina stand up, the line of sight indistinct. Everything was blurred, including the


    teacher on the stage.


    “Christina,e to my office.” The voice was cold,manding, and irresistible.


    If it was someone else, they might be afraid and look at the teacher in panic.


    However, Christina had been in and out of the principal’s office many times. At most, she would be


    scolded, and it was no big deal for her.


    Under all the students’ gaze, she still lowered her head and followed the male teacher in front of her


    out of the ssroom, sleepy and slow.


    Chad subconsciously wanted to pull her. “Senior.”


    The teacher obviously called her to the office to scold her. Chad had no right to stop her and could only


    watch her walk out.


    Even May and Crystal were a little worried. Mark was always cold. This time, it boded evil for Christina.