During the daytime the next day, Andrew spent it dozing off in a daze.

Scarlett knew that Andrew didn’t sleep well last night, so she didn’t wake him up, only letting out a helpless sigh.

"Sigh, it’s the last day of the holiday, and I still haven’t managed to get this Little Thing to teach me how to cook. Classes start tomorrow, and I’ll have to wait until next weekend again."

After a day passed in a groggy haze, the university students began their dreadful early morning 8 AM classes.

Perhaps because they had played for an entire week, the vast majority of people were quite excited, and the usual lifeless atmosphere in class was gone.

Especially Ethan. Ever since Andrew mistakenly gave out his contact information instead of his own, this guy felt like he was now a heartthrob loved by everyone, admired by flowers, and causing tires to blow out upon sight.

It was fortunate that this kid’s skin wasn’t as thick as Tony’s. If he hadn’t been hitting on other girls everywhere in reality, he would have been treated like a scorching hot Goblin.

"Aiya, Old Tony, don’t be too sad. Even though Diana looks down on you, maybe some other girl will take a liking to you. Let me, the master of romance, teach you how to pursue prettier girls." Ethan boasted while consoling Tony.

Andrew, listening from the side, couldn’t help but look at him with the gaze one reserves for an idiot.

Before he could speak, Johnson first shot back a retort, "Give it up. University isn’t just about dating. Look at that couple in the front row; they were inseparable before the break, but now that class is back, they don’t even say a word to each other. They probably broke up."

Bruce, who was an expert in gossip, immediately refuted, "Don’t talk nonsense. I saw those two eating together this morning. Not talking is probably just because they’re too tired."

Since the two had differing opinions, Andrew glanced at them, let out a faint smile, and revealed the hidden meaning, "They are just awkward with each other now."

"It’s only been this long? How could they be awkward now?"

"I meant the verb."

"Huh???"

Seeing everyone looking confused, Andrew helplessly waved his hand, ’Ah, they are all trash; they can’t even understand that.’

Just then, Ethan suddenly pulled Andrew over and whispered, asking him, "How are things going with you and Professor Scarlett? Do you want me to teach you how to pursue her?"

"Does this ’Flying Dance’ need instruction from you?"

"So, what stage are you two at?"

"Heh, you guess."

"Guess your dam, are you a child? Still guessing."

Andrew didn’t answer Ethan anymore, thinking to himself, ’What business is it of you slacker fishes how I pursue Professor Scarlett? She is already mine, just needs her permission to tell everyone, and you all will naturally know.’

Andrew was still fantasizing when the terrible class bell interrupted him.

What was even worse was that during the break, Scarlett actually brought back a set of test papers.

"Pop quiz. The score will count as part of your regular grade. Cheating is strictly prohibited. Anyone caught cheating will receive one severe demerit according to school rules!"

Scarlett’s cold voice sounded like an alarm bell, and the previously relaxed atmosphere in the entire classroom disappeared, replaced by absolute silence.

The few people who usually slacked off during class already showed expressions of agony, preparing to wait for death.

Andrew was initially very calm. It was just an English test; he didn’t take it seriously.

But as time passed, the smile on his face gradually froze.

He found the questions very familiar; he knew Scarlett had covered them last month, but he just couldn’t recall how to answer them.

"It’s over. I must have dozed off quite a bit last month. Now I’ve forgotten almost everything. I’m dead for sure!"

Lately, Andrew’s mind had been completely occupied with setting up the website and Professor Scarlett. He had almost completely forgotten the content of the classes.

But immediately thinking again, Andrew calmed down, "Why am I panicking? Given my relationship with Professor Scarlett, she will definitely let me pass. I just need to fill something in."

With that thought, Andrew instantly felt the pressure disappear and picked up his pen to write.

If he couldn’t understand the essay, he would just guess randomly. If he forgot how to spell a word, he would just misspell it.

There really weren’t that many words in the world; if enough people read them incorrectly, they would become new words.

When the exam ended, most people were discussing with each other, worried about whether they would pass. Scarlett was so strict; if they failed, it would be terrible.

Only Andrew was completely calm and leisurely, as if he hadn’t taken it seriously at all.

It wasn’t until he returned to his room in the evening that Andrew, having attended class all day, tossed his bag down and prepared to lie down on the bed to rest.

Just as he reached the bedroom door, he heard an incomparably cold voice from behind him.

"Stop right there."

Andrew turned his head and saw Scarlett with a cold face, her arms crossed, her full chest rising and falling slightly from anger.

Scarlett was holding a test paper, staring intently at Andrew. Her icy face carried an imposing air without needing to be angry.

"Wha... What’s wrong?"

Andrew still didn’t know what had happened, but his intuition told him he was in trouble.

Scarlett took off her shoes and walked in barefoot without changing into slippers.

"Scar, shouldn’t you put on your slippers? You’ll catch a cold."

"Shut up!" Scarlett glared at Andrew, and he immediately closed his mouth.

She sat down by the desk and slapped the test paper she was holding onto the desk. The conspicuous score of 58 and the familiar, continuous handwriting made Andrew recognize it as his own paper at a glance.

"You tell me! What were you doing in class? I covered every single question and essay on this paper in class. Why did you fail!" Scarlett stared coldly at Andrew.

After a moment of silence, Andrew revealed his white teeth and chuckled:m, "Hehe, Scar..."

"I’m not joking around with you. Be serious."

"..." Andrew instantly dropped his joking expression and maintained a serious, silent demeanor.

"My memory isn’t very good; I forgot what you taught."

"If your memory is so bad, how did you get into university?" Scarlett coldly exposed Andrew’s excuse.

When Scarlett finished grading the papers and tallied the scores, seeing that the majority of the class had passed while Andrew had failed, she was truly furious.

It wasn’t just because Andrew wasn’t listening attentively. One must know that Andrew’s mother was a professor in the Language Department at Osborn University and was fluent in four languages. Yet, her son couldn’t even pass university English.

If this got out, Scarlett herself would lose face. She was truly a failure as a Teacher.

Andrew also sensed Scarlett’s anger and quickly admitted his mistake, "Scar, I was wrong. Do whatever punishment you deem necessary."

"It is indeed time for a good punishment. I have been a bit too lenient with you lately."