Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 623

It was almost time for class to end. However, the students started to become agitated ten minutes

earlier due to the teacher's absence.

At this moment, Mason walked up to the podium from the front door with a smile on his face.

The audience below immediately reacted with a great burst of noise.

"Mr. Young? Is he going to be our new homeroom teacher?"

"That would be amazing! He's super nice!"

"Anyone else is better than Mr. Kamp!"

If Martin faced this kind of scene, he would have been throwing a great temper. However, Mason just

smiled genially, raised his hand and waved it, then said kindly, "Children, be quiet and allow me to say

a few words."

Mason had always been the face of Tissote University, and the students regarded him highly. Although

his voice was not loud, the entire class quickly fell silent.

He nodded, gratified. Obviously, they were a group of good kids, unlike what Martin had said about

them being difficult to manage.

"The school committee has decided that I will be in charge of the Elite Class in the future. I am old, and

my brain does not solve problems as quickly as you, but I do have some experience to impart to you,

fellow students. I want to regard everyone as equals, so I hope we can make progress together in the

future." Mason's introduction was neither humble nor arrogant, but it held weight. His voice felt like silk

as it echoed through the hearts of every student, leaving them feeling warm and respected as

individuals.

After a short pause, Mason laughed aloud and then continued his speech. "It's said that new officials

can make bold changes, so I'll make the first one and cancel this evening's test and self-revision later

today. All of you are college students; you should have time to enjoy your nightlife as well. It's not

impossible to balance your studies and life, and I hope that all of you will be able to strike a balance

between work and rest."

"F*ck yeah! Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Young!"

"I love you, Mr. Young!"

The whole class was cheering, and the sounds of their cheers had even drowned out the school bell.

After five minutes, the students dispersed and returned to their dorms.

Elise waited until the others were almost gone before she got up and walked outside.

"Miss Sinclair," Mason called out to her and walked toward her, holding a copy of a document.

"Yes, sir. May I help you?" she asked.

"It's nothing important." He handed over the document to her. "This is a set of physics competition

exercises that I have compiled and organized for about a decade. You have a poor foundation in the

subject. Take it back and go through it, and you’ll avoid getting tripped up by some of the questions."

Elise looked at the stack of A4 sheets that was as tall as a bottle of mineral water and inhaled sharply.

It must weigh at least ten pounds!

"Thank you, Mr. Young, but I have a lot of tutoring materials at home. And I probably have the ones that

you have copied here too. So, you should leave it to other students who need it more," Elise politely

refused.

Although she had a little arm strength when practicing silver needles, she didn’t think she could run

around with ten pounds of copy paper.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." Mason stuffed the stack of papers into her arms. "I’m giving these

to you, so just keep them. You are the champion of the liberal arts majors, so you definitely cannot be

performing worse than others. I believe you can catch up, and as for the others, I have also made

copies for them if necessary, so you don't have to worry about it."

She was amused at his insistence, so she could only accept it. "Thank you, Mr. Young."

"You're welcome." He nodded. Then, as if he had just recalled something, he opened his mouth and

prepared to continue the conversation.

"Elise." Alexander suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom.

When she saw Alexander, she viewed him as her last hope of escaping, so she hurriedly walked away.

"Sir, I promise to review the exercises in detail when I return home, so I'll be taking my leave!"

"Go on, then."

As soon as she went out, she immediately threw the heavy document at Alexander. "Hold it for me!"

Alexander took it reflexively but underestimated the heaviness of the document. So, his arm sank

abruptly at the weight, but he clutched it firmly when he got used to it.

"What is this? It's so heavy," he asked curiously.

"The homeroom teacher's love and care," Elise said as she walked.

Alexander was baffled by her words.

…

As soon as she got into the car, she remembered something about Alexis and decided to come clean

to Alexander.

"Alexander," she called out to him.

"Hm? What's the matter?" He smiled as he was in a good mood and laced his fingers with hers.

This identity of his gave him much more freedom to be by her side all the time and allowed him to be

intimate with her.

When one loved someone, how could one endure not being intimate with them?

Alexander just wanted to be around her all the time, to feel her body temperature, smell her natural

scent, and feel all her mood changes.

"I want to tell you something." She frowned. "I sold the gift I was supposed to give you."

He immediately understood that she was talking about Alexis but still showed a little surprise and

teased, "Then, the next time you're going to gift me, I'm going to be expecting double the amount."

"Aren't you angry?" Elise was a little surprised. Although she couldn't be sure of his reaction, she didn't

expect him to react this way.

He was unexpectedly calm, as if he had already known about it and prepared for such an occasion.

"Dummy, how could I be mad at you?" He raised his hand and ruffled her hair. Then, he supported the

back of her head and pulled her to him so that they were face to face before he said softly, "I already

have God's best gift, and anything else is the icing on the cake. Even if I didn’t get anything else, I

would still be satisfied. I will never be unhappy as long as you are here by my side."

Such sweet nothings naturally made her laugh, but she had always felt a faint feeling that this was all

just a dream.

Recently, he had only elegant but insincere words for her every time they spent time together.

However, as long as he was human, he would have a limit to his long fuse. Everyone knew Kenneth

coveted her heart, yet Alexander did not react to such news at all.

Was it because of his sage-like lifestyle, or was he not as deeply in love with her as he used to be?

So, he felt no surprise, no anger, and no jealousy.

People were the most helpless to the loss of affection toward someone. They could feel and know it

was leaving their world little by little, but they had no way of holding on to it.

Elise couldn't help but wonder—were they truly husband and wife in their current state?

They had mutual respect for each other. Although they were busy, they completely trusted the other

with everything they had.

If it was not extreme love, then it was extreme indifference.

She suddenly felt sad and didn't want to be distanced from him.

"Kenneth wants to see you," she said tentatively.

"Oh?" Alexander hooked his lips in a mysterious smile. "Is it that Kenneth, the one who faked being a

couple with you before and now wants to buy over Alexis?"

"You knew?" she asked suspiciously.

"Of course, I knew." Alexander laughed. "You are my wife. So, it's only natural that I will pay attention to

all of your affairs. In fact, no matter what you want to give me, the brand 'Alexis' shows me that I'm

constantly in your mind and heart. It is apparent to me that no matter what you are doing and who you

are with, I, Alexander, will always have a place in your heart."

Elise's heart suddenly softened at his words. His eyes were so deep and sincere as if they were trying

to suck her in.

It turned out that he was aware of everything, including the meaning of the gift she gave him. She didn't

even have to say it, but he understood her loud and clear.

She remembered a poem—'good rain knows its season'. And his love might just as well be such a

good rain in the perfect season.