"Two points off for being late."

At the gates of North City Affiliated High School, a youth wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers looked cold and indifferent, writing down *"Daisy Fu, Class 1-9"* on the student discipline logbook.

Daisy did not care in the

Although his tone was gentle, hearing it brought no sense of comfort; rather, it felt like an implicit threat.

"I hope you don't either."

An unexplainable chill ran down Daisy's spine, and she instinctively denied: "I... of course I don't."

"Good, then," he leaned down c

It couldn't possibly be a threat like *"You just wait and see,"* could it?

Daisy had a tiny figure beating a anxious drum inside her heart, but before the drum could even catch a rhythm, she felt someone walking down from behind.

Then, her arm and waist were em