"How did it go last night?" Eden leaned closer, raising his eyebrows and blinking mischievously.

Lance glanced at the screen absentmindedly, shook his head, and then seemed to remember something. He lowered his voice and asked, "Is there a physical fitness class today?"

"There is, it's the next chapter."

Lance: "......"

"What happened exactly?" Eden asked suspiciously. Lance's reaction was clearly abnormal. Could it be that something unexpected had happened again?

"Let's talk after class, the situation is a bit complicated," Lance furrowed his brows slightly. Mr. Brown, who was standing on the podium, was explaining interesting vocabulary that had appeared in the AD era, such as 'single dog'.

" 'Single dog' is not actually a breed of dog, but refers to the group of single individuals who do not have a partner. It is a self-deprecating term."

"What the heck is this? I completely don't understand it. 'Single dogs' are not actually dogs, but rather single people? Why compare people to dogs? Why not just call them 'single people' directly?"

Lance's already not-so-good mood was made even more gloomy by this section on "Interesting Terminology and the Hidden Allusions Behind the Gregorian Calendar (Part One)".

The ancients are truly incomprehensible.

As for Eden, he's busy messaging Miss Beta to build a relationship.

Lance supported his chin, and a few long strands of his forehead hair obstructed his view. He simply took out a hairband and let Eden help him tie a knot behind his head.

Eden carefully grasped Lance's long hair, his expression somewhat serious. Lance's hair was just too smooth!!! The texture was even better than Miss Hughes'!

He felt like his hands were a little disobedient. If he held on too tightly, Lance would be hurt. If he loosened his grip, his hair would easily fall out, and he wouldn't be able to tie his headband properly. It made Eden feel extremely frustrated.

Next time, let's try finding Houston.

(Miss Hughes: ????? exm????)

The old professor on the podium stroked his long beard, half-closing his eyes as if he hadn't seen anything. Well, after all, Lance was the most serious student in his class. Although his attendance rate was not very high, he listened attentively in every class and had good test scores. Sigh, good students are few and far between these days. It wouldn't hurt to give a little favor to the child, there's nothing wrong with it.

Moreover, this child looks good and can even improve attendance. Not bad, not bad.

The old professor glanced around, his eyes subtly scanning Lance's ABs, with a gentle smile. Hmm~ Youth is wonderful, truly wonderful.

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Gray's identity... is a major general.

Eden was suddenly startled and couldn't help but lower his voice: "Are you joking??? A lieutenant general who is in his thirties at most forty, coming to be a teacher of ancient literature?!"

"Addendum, he's a retired Lieutenant General. He used to be in the Third Army Corps," Lance nodded, "My brother told me just this much. He advised me not to mess with Grey, and... it seems like things aren't as simple as they appear."

Lance flicked his long hair out from his clothes, and his golden-brown lashes trembled slightly. "Someone tried to assassinate Gray last night. I saw it with my own eyes."

"Did they find you?" Eden looked at Lance with a somewhat complex expression and leaned against the storage cabinet. His own sweet and rosy scent of pheromones became slightly sharper and more dominant. "I was discovered, and he let me go. Gray, that old man, is indeed very strong."

Lance raised his sea-blue eyes, shimmering and gleaming like the surface of the ocean in the sunlight. "But I still want to give him a good beating, he's so insolent."

That leisurely state of strolling in a tranquil courtyard.

It aroused his desire for victory.