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Chapter_53
Lysander blinked in surprise at Percival’s sudden announcement, unsure whether his ears were deceiving him. The Percival—chairman of the global CK Group, a man of influence who rarely set foot in the school—was going to be the gym teacher for Class Eighteen?
“Wait… Mr. Ellington, you?” Lysander stuttered, his mind racing. “You want to teach gym? For Class Eighteen?”
Percival nodded with a hint of amusement. “I’ve seen enough of their behavior. It’s time they get some discipline, and I can teach them that in my own way. They need structure, but not the kind they’re used to. Gym class will do just fine.”
Leopold and Thomas exchanged glances, equally shocked. “You?” Thomas echoed, still processing the idea. “Gym teacher?”
Percival’s expression hardened slightly, though his eyes still carried a playful glimmer. “Yes, me. I’ll start tomorrow. You should see how they react when I step into their territory.”
Lysander, still in disbelief, nodded slowly, trying to wrap his head around the situation. “But… what about Ms. Vivienne? She’s handling them right now, and things seem to be going well.”
“She’s done well so far,” Percival acknowledged with a nod. “But they’ll need more than just one teacher. You can’t expect all their problems to be solved in a single lesson, and they need a challenge. If I can get through to them, it will show the school that I’m serious about fixing this issue.”
Lysander hesitated but finally nodded, “Understood. I’ll arrange everything. I just didn’t expect you to take on something like this.”
“Trust me, Lysander,” Percival said with a smirk, his usual charisma fully on display. “When I’m done with Class Eighteen, they’ll be begging to graduate.”
With that, Percival turned his attention back to Vivienne, watching her as she led the students into the classroom with a level of authority that commanded respect. Lysander followed his gaze, still feeling a bit uneasy about the sudden arrival of such an influential figure at the school. But if Percival thought he could manage the Class Eighteen situation, who was Lysander to argue?
Meanwhile, Vivienne was unaware of the powerful figures watching her from afar. She had her own task to focus on—getting the students of Class Eighteen to not only pass their exams but to see their own potential. She had been blunt with them, but beneath the tough exterior, she believed they could do it. However, she knew the journey wasn’t going to be easy, and now, with Percival stepping into the mix, things were bound to get even more interesting.
Charlotte, who had been quietly trailing behind Vivienne, leaned over and whispered, “Do you think the gym teacher will actually make a difference? I mean… Percival? Really?”
Vivienne didn’t answer right away, her eyes focused on the students settling into their seats. Instead, she gave a slight shrug. “Every teacher brings something different to the table. We’ll see.”
The classroom was filled with a mix of tension and anticipation as the students of Class Eighteen took their seats, each carrying their own sense of uncertainty about what was to come. As Vivienne handed out the test papers, she could sense their hesitance, but she wasn’t deterred. She had seen potential in them during that first class, and she wasn’t going to back down now.
“Alright,” she said, her voice cutting through the room like a sharp blade. “You’ve all been given the tests. We’re going to go over them together. This is not just about passing the test; it’s about understanding your strengths and weaknesses. Let’s get started.”
The students exchanged glances, unsure of what to expect. They weren’t used to this level of attention. But one by one, they began to settle into the rhythm of the lesson, a strange sense of discipline overtaking their usual defiance.
Vivienne caught Charlotte’s eye for a moment, giving her a small smile. “See? You’re capable of more than you think.”
Charlotte, still adjusting to Vivienne’s teaching style, nodded, her confidence slowly starting to build. “I guess so. Maybe we can actually do this.”
Vivienne didn’t reply, but her gaze softened ever so slightly. As the students continued working, the classroom was filled with a quiet sense of purpose. Despite the chaos that had once defined them, Class Eighteen was beginning to find their footing—under the watchful eye of Vivienne, and soon, Percival. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was for sure: things were changing.
And, for better or worse, Class Eighteen’s students were about to learn what it truly meant to be pushed to their limits.
