The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 175: I’m Your Teacher

Despite the flood of students entering the room, not a single one looked happy to be there. Faces were either blank or vaguely annoyed. None of them came forward to sit near the front. Instead, they packed themselves tightly into the back rows, clearly trying to keep as much distance from the podium as possible.

To be fair, most of them had been forced to come.

Technically, this was supposed to be a voluntary course. Students were invited to explore the world of traditional medicine. But the school administration knew better. Without some "encouragement," they'd barely get ten attendees.

So, the Dean mandated that every first-year class must assign at least ten students to attend the opening session. Classic coercion in the guise of encouragement.

And so, here they were—students conscripted into herbal hell, their eyes filled with silent rebellion.

Why sit in a boring lecture about herbs and acupuncture when they could be out in the forest with their lovers, tangled under moonlight, creating stories worth whispering about?

This was bullshit. A waste of a perfectly good night.

Grumbling under their breath, the students crowded into the back. The moment they sat down, they pulled out their phones with military precision. Some dove into games. Others started scrolling through Amazon or browsing TikTok. A few were mid-battle in League of Legends. One even cracked open a digital novel:

"Hmm, 'My Seven Sisters Are Exceedingly Beautiful'? Sounds like a dream for a lonely man like me. What the hell? Reduced version?! Pop-up ads?! Trash! One-star review!"

As the start of class drew closer, the middle and rear rows were completely packed. The latecomers had no choice but to move forward, though many were already plotting how to sneak out halfway through.

Just then, a girl in a stylishly loose T-shirt flopped into the seat next to John. The moment she sat down, she took out a tiny mirror and started dabbing makeup onto her light freckles.

John took a glance at her and instantly recognized something.

She's never used the BEAUTY Mask...

A shame. It would've cleared those freckles up in days.

He was about to say something, but the girl spun around to chat with her friend on the other side.

"Pearl, look!" her friend whispered excitedly. "There's a handsome guy sitting next to you. Take a peek—just don't make it obvious!"

"Really?" Pearl responded, quickly adjusting her glasses. "Whoa... you're right! Damn, what class is he from?"

"Go ask him!"

The two girls whispered and giggled, occasionally casting sneaky glances at John—though completely unaware that he could hear every single word.

Sigh...

So many dazzling things about me, and all you see is my face. How superficial.

John shook his head in mock disappointment.

The girl with freckles eventually turned to him, mustering her courage.

"Hi! Since we're sitting together, I thought I'd say hello. My name's Pearl—I'm in Class 4 of the School of Management, first year. What about you?" she asked with a bright smile.

She hadn't looked at his face properly when she sat down. Now that she had, her eyes lit up.

Wow. He's really good-looking.

Girls of the new generation weren't shy about showing interest. Pearl was confident and curious—so she made the first move.

John offered a subtle smile. "You'll find out soon enough."

Cool. Calm. Enigmatic.

Pearl was instantly intrigued.

I like this kind of guy... The colder he acts, the hotter he becomes. Ugh, why do I like this so much?!

She was about to press him further when another woman walked over and sat on John's other side. She leaned in and began chatting with him intimately.

Pearl froze.

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Wait. Does he already have a girlfriend?

She craned her neck to sneak a look at the woman. But the moment she saw her face, she recoiled like a turtle into its shell.

Her bestie hissed in frustration. "Damn it, why are all the good-looking guys already taken? This is so unfair!"

"That's Teacher Emily..." Pearl whispered, almost as if saying her name out loud would bring a lightning strike.

While Providence College had hundreds of teachers across its various schools, Pearl happened to belong to the same department as Emily—so she immediately recognized her.

Realizing she'd just been flirting with a man possibly involved with a teacher made her go silent.

Everyone fell quiet as the clock hit the top of the hour.

Suddenly, John stood and walked up to the podium, his tone easy and confident.

"Hello, everyone. I'm John Lopez—your instructor for the Traditional Chinese Medicine Interest Class."

His voice was crisp and clear. Strangely, he wasn't using a microphone, yet even those in the back row could hear him perfectly. His voice carried with natural authority.

And just like that—

The entire classroom fell into stunned silence.

Even those deep into their League matches paused. Hands hovered over keyboards. Fingers froze over touchscreens.

What the hell?

They were told that today's lecture would be given by a skilled doctor—a specialist in Traditional Chinese Medicine.

And yet, the man standing before them looked no older than they were. In fact, some students were pretty sure they were older than him.

This is the doctor? This kid? Is this some kind of prank?!

The moment of silence burst into whispers, muttering, and disbelief.

Pearl sat frozen in her seat. The handsome stranger she was just flirting with—the one she nearly asked out—wasn't just a student. He was the damn teacher.

And she'd asked him what class he was in.

She wanted to bury her head under the chair and never emerge.

Thank God I didn't try anything more daring. I'd be the laughingstock of the entire department.

Still... could he really handle a class full of disinterested, skeptical college students?

Pearl, like many others in the room, was filled with doubt.