Beautiful Class Teacher!

Aryan's prize cover clearly displayed three engraved words: "First Prize." The prize? The much-desired iPhone 8, a phone some people would even trade a kidney for!

"Wow, wow, wow! It really is the first prize!" Priya couldn't contain her excitement. Two bottles of breakfast milk, a random purchase at the supermarket, had turned into an 8,000 rupee iPhone 8! Unbelievable luck!

"Are you sure? You sure it's the first prize?" Aryan asked anxiously. The breakfast milk on the prize cover obscured the words slightly, leaving room for doubt.

"Mmm, let me check again. Don't want any mistakes later," Priya reassured him. She settled down, took the cap, and used her tongue to carefully remove any remaining milk. Then, she examined the words inside intently.

"Brother, it really is the first prize, the iPhone 8! Hahaha! You struck gold!" Priya cheered excitedly. Many of their classmates craved a genuine iPhone 8, but the genuine version was too expensive, and the fakes were easy to spot. Selling this phone to them would be a guaranteed win.

"Haha, today's luck is amazing!" Aryan grinned happily, then his smile faltered. A nagging feeling persisted, a sense of something forgotten.

Priya glanced at the redemption address on the breakfast milk. "The redemption company is located in Century Plaza, S City. Ten minutes by rickshaw. Brother, I'll redeem the phone tonight and sell it. How about offering it to our classmates?"

"Sure, no problem. Just be careful on the road," Aryan readily agreed. After all, neither brother nor sister lived luxuriously enough to keep such a phone. Earning living expenses was their top priority.

"Woohoo! We're gonna be rich!" Priya clutched the prize cover like a holy grail, her voice brimming with joy.

"But... do you still feel like we forgot something?" Aryan muttered in confusion, his mind drifting back to the strange sound he heard before waking up.

...

After breakfast, the siblings headed to school. Aryan, a third-year student, parted ways with Priya, a second-year student, in front of the school building.

Aryan's grades were average, not bad, but he planned to join the workforce after this semester. There were no breadwinners at home, and their meager savings were dwindling. He had to step up and support himself and Priya.

Arriving at his designated class, Aryan noticed many unfamiliar faces. They all cast him various glances, most notably subtle and curious looks from several female classmates.

Aryan had a tall, well-proportioned build. He wasn't overly muscular, but his limbs showcased defined lines, hinting at raw athleticism. Additionally, his striking good looks attracted the girls' secret attention.

Aryan briefly surveyed the new faces before moving to the hallway. He looked down at the throng of new students being accompanied by their parents for registration, a pang of envy tugging at his heart.

A few days ago, an old classmate mentioned that the third-year head teacher would be replaced this year, with seats randomly reassigned by a computer system. This move aimed to curb the practice of parents bribing their way into better classroom placements.

After all, good grades in the third year directly determined a student's chances of getting into a prestigious university.

"Wow! That girl is stunning!"

A classmate's surprised shout attracted eager eyes from the entire class, including Aryan, who turned his gaze towards the hallway on his right.

There stood a girl with a graceful figure, clad in a light black school uniform. Her slender legs were sheathed in black knee-high socks.

The girl possessed an exquisite face with shoulder-length black hair. However, her beauty was overshadowed by a look of indifference and disdain. The way she carried her satchel further emphasized a sense of detachment, like a daughter of nobility slumming it at an ordinary school.

The girl took out her phone, checked her class number, sighed helplessly, and then walked into Aryan's class with her satchel.

Observing her every move, Aryan speculated that she must come from a privileged background, perhaps wealthy parents or a connection to the class monitor.

Feeling the time was drawing near, Aryan returned to class, found an empty seat, and settled in. He, along with the other students, awaited the arrival of the new head teacher.

Soon, all the empty seats were filled. Students chatted and introduced themselves, filling the classroom with laughter and chatter.

Only the newcomer continued fiddling with her phone. Several attempts to strike up conversations with male classmates proved futile ...their awkwardness was palpable.

"Ms.Sharma is here!" a classmate by the window reminded aloud, followed by a crisp sound of high-heeled shoes clicking in the corridor. The classroom fell silent.

Then, a woman in a black sari, holding a stack of textbooks and sporting a pair of stylish black heels, walked in and strode towards the podium.

The woman had a captivating face with eyes like pools of honey. Her dark, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the black sari elegantly showcased her curves. Many male students in the front row couldn't help but gulp. Such a beautiful woman as their new teacher? This year was definitely going to be interesting!

Flustered, the woman scanned the faces of the students before taking out a piece of chalk and writing her name on the blackboard: Ms. Verma.

"Ahem, hello students. Due to unforeseen circumstances, your previous teacher, Mr. Joshi, resigned last year. I'll be here to guide you through the rest of your studies. My name is Ms. Verma, you can call me Ms. V."

Ms. Verma offered a radiant smile. With trembling fingers, she hid them under the podium after speaking.

"Hello, Ms. Verma!" The students still responded politely, though the boys were the loudest. After all, a teacher with such a stunning appearance made the prospect of class much more appealing.

"Intern teacher?" Aryan thought to himself. Ms. Verma lacked the commanding presence of a seasoned teacher. He guessed she might be a recent graduate here for her internship.

"Well... the class seems very enthusiastic," Ms. Verma responded nervously. Then, she switched on the computer, lowered the screen, and projected a form filled with the names of all the students present.

This was a spreadsheet with four rows and five columns. At a glance, it was clear - the class seating chart.

"I believe you're all aware that this year, senior year classes will have their seats randomly assigned by the computer system. Now, let's witness the random seat selection and pairing for everyone!" Ms. Verma finished and clicked "reset" in front of the entire class.