My Teacher is an Agent
Chapter 6's

Repeatedly Samuel exhaled while occasionally circulating his gaze throughout the classroom that still looked empty. This morning the tall-built guy left too early. Not because he was a diligent student but because he was reluctant to hear the ravings of papa and his mother who condemned him to join the pulpit to various guidance institutions so that his values slightly improved. But Samuel got the value of the block was not because of his brain problems. He just refuses to use that brain.

Tired of being alone without doing anything, Samuel chose to step his feet out of the room which contained only a row of benches and tables and whiteboard boards. He walked down the empty-looking school corridors. Only a few students started coming. His footsteps came to a halt as he looked at a shadow - or perhaps a figure - walking slowly inside the teacher's room.

Who's at this hour in the teacher's office? Samuel glanced at the circular watch in his left hand. It's still 06:15. It's too early for someone to come to work. Most people leave 10 minutes before work starts. And now it's still quite a while until that time comes.

Slowly Samuel glued his eyes to the window glass on the west side of the teacher's office. Trying to peek because judging from his movements the person was quite suspicious. And even though he had circulated the view to and fro Samuel still could not find the person.

Because his curiosity was so high, Samuel recklessly entered a room that actually should not be visited by just anyone. After confirming that there was no one in the room, Samuel gave up and rushed out. Just before his feet touched the outer corridor of the master room, suddenly a delicate white hand pulled him with incredible force to the ground. Shit!

It's not Samuel's name if only the grip just like that he can't escape. With a single movement rolling over, Samuel was now in the position of the control. He managed to push the person who attacked him and kept him locked under his burly body. A second later Samuel could only glare in disbelief at the attacker.

Not a broken face covered in blood, but a pale but beautiful face with red lips.

"Elo.." said Samuel restrained.

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The owner of the pale face just snorted annoyedly with sharp staring eyes that were ready to pounce on anyone who dared to tease him.

"Can get away from my body" said the beautiful woman with a burning anger.

"How can you be here?" asked Samuel astonished.

"Why should you be surprised? I'm a teacher at this school so it's only natural that I'm in this room." said the woman who is none other than Zoey. "Which should ask me, why would a student like you be able to enter the teacher's room without permission?"

Samuel chose silence instead of arguing with his new homeroom teacher.

Zoey who felt ignored stared intently at Samuel. And yet he had not asked for an answer, the man had turned around and sauntered away from him.

I hope the boy didn't see the one just now. Inner Zoey sighed.

On the other hand, Samuel was still not satisfied with the reason that the young teacher had given him. His heart felt something was awkward, because for a moment he had seen Zoey hide something into his pocket.