It was clearly a normal sentence, but Gabe Chaucer felt he heard a hint of flirtation.
*Cough.* 'My professional standards as a teacher are a bit low.'
He didn't dare look his star student in the eye and explained, "This is the school's decision. There's nothing I can do. But if you're unwilling, I'll talk to the principal later."
It really was the school's idea; they just wanted to help as many students as they could.
Besides, the school had given him a quota: at least twenty students from the "Rocket Class" had to get into top-tier universities.
Mortimer Quincy pursed his lips, his expression genuinely souring. If the school insisted on the seat change, he wouldn't be able to refuse.
Thinking of this, he grew irritated.
Gabe Chaucer naturally noticed. He pushed up his glasses and gave him a gentle wave, gesturing for him to enter the classroom.
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