The Heartless Teacher and Her Vicious Student

The student I helped was a serpent.

His academic performance was not good, so I provided him with free tutoring.

He was ugly and physically disabled, and he was bullied by his classmates. I took the initiative to help him reprimand the bullies.

I also taught him to be bold and confident, and not to belittle himself.

But he took advantage of me being sick with a fever and sneaked into my dormitory. He raped me.

Even worse, he even recorded a video while doing that.

Afterward, he spread the edited video widely on the internet.

"Look! That's the so-called most beautiful female teacher? She is nothing but a slut I play with. Listen, how loudly she moans!"

That was how I lost my reputation.

Later, I was dismissed by the school.

My father found him to seek justice, yet he killed my father with a knife.

His behavior was considered as self-defense.

On the day he was declared innocent and released by the court, he cruelly smiled at me.

"Hey, miss, in the past, I was not worthy of you, but now you are finally of my kind. I feel so good."

I opened my eyes again.

But little did I know, I was reborn and found myself back to the day when he transferred to our class.

This time, I wouldn't be that kind.

When he was bullied by others, I would no longer be defending him anymore.

1

I returned to school once again.

There was a stack of exercise books on the desk that I had not checked yet.

The ceiling fan creaked and swung above, blowing wind onto my white dress.

I glanced at the small mirror on the desk and saw myself at the age of 24 with shiny tassel earrings swaying by the ears. I looked delicate and beautiful, not the haggard woman who had lost her father and reputation.

"Attention, please. All the teachers of the second year, please come over. We have a new student who has just transferred in. Who would like to take him in?"

Kenny Foliot, our director, led a student into the office.

All the teachers looked over.

I sized up the new student.

He shyly hid behind Kenny.

Yet still, everyone saw him. We could tell that his right leg was visibly atrophied.

His face was covered with twisted and ugly scars, resembling the shape of a centipede.

There was even a big black mole with hair growing on it on his nose.

Everyone who saw him took a breath of cold air.

"Why does this student look like this? What's on his face?"

"Oh my, his leg was actually disabled. How pitiful!"

In my previous life, I also felt the same with these teachers.

The first time I saw Harper Levy, I was initially shocked by how ugly he looked.

And then I felt bad for him.

I wanted to protect him and take care of him.

Thus, I took him into our class so that I could better look after him.

But this time, I wouldn't do that again.

"Ms. Leon, how about taking this student in your class 2?"

Kenny looked at me and asked.

Upon hearing that, Harper suddenly lifted his head and looked at me with an expectant face.

I glanced over and snorted coldly, "But he looks so ugly! What if he scares the other students in o...