Chapter 2The Teacher Who Broke the Plot

The comments were now updating me on the progress of the leads' relationship in real-time.

[Look at the female lead's little face, all flushed. Reminds me of my puppy love days. Oh youth!]

[The male lead called the female lead out! They're gonna go out and smooch!]

[Makes sense. Rather than kissing the old woman homeroom teacher a hundred times, it's better to kiss the female lead's soft, pink lips once.]

[The male lead only has responsibility towards the female side character. Passion and love are long gone. True love is...???]

The comments froze.

My heart sank.

Ethan and I were middle school classmates, childhood sweethearts.

In middle school, his parents were busy with business, so they sent Ethan to live with his grandmother in our town. We were desk mates then.

At first, we just secretly liked each other, but no one broke that layer of window paper.

It wasn't until the year of the SATs, when Ethan's parents retired and settled in the capital, wanting to take Ethan back for his senior year and the exams.

Ethan finally confessed to me, grabbing my hand and asking me to trust him, saying he would definitely go to the same university as me, and that I had long been in his future plans.

Those hands were sweaty, but his eyes were full of stars that made my heart flutter.

It was the sweetness and shared goals of these years that made me unable to believe the love-crazed man in the comments was Ethan.

I suddenly thought of the day Ethan received the love letter a week ago.

That day was the grade-wide cleaning day. The homeroom teacher of the class next door went into labor days early. The whole floor was in chaos. Ethan and several other male teachers went to help take her to the hospital.

When getting off work, I picked up Ethan's textbooks and backpack for him.

Just as I picked them up, a thin pink letter paper fluttered to the ground.

The handwriting was like the person.

Delicate and quiet.

It read: [Mr. Thorne, I've had a crush on you for a long time. Will you be my boyfriend?]

Signed:

Lily Evans.

That night I showed the confession letter to Ethan.

His face looked terrible.

"Did Lily really write this?"

"Could it be a punishment for losing a game of Truth or Dare?"

"I'll go to school tomorrow and have a good talk with her!"

The more he spoke, the more Ethan seemed ready to fight.

I was the one who stopped him, telling him to ask the experienced Dean for advice first.

I also persuaded him.

As a woman, being both Lily's homeroom teacher and his fiancée, if we really needed to talk to Lily, I might be more suitable than him.

But with heavy teaching tasks and many homeroom duties, this dragged on until today.

Lily's confession.

Ethan's attitude.

And the Dean's sentence just now, the fact that Ethan had sponsored Lily for a year.

I pinched my brow, feeling a headache coming on.

The comments that had frozen just now started scrolling again.

More densely than before.

[What nonsense is the male lead talking about?! What do you mean 'demonstrate how you concluded you like the teacher'?!]

[This is smut, bro. Just do it already. How can you use your 98.6°F mouth to say words that cause premature ejaculation?!]

[I'm out. I'll come back tonight when the female lead gets framed by the male side character for the paid content.]

[Hohoho, I'll come back tonight too.]