On my first day of school, I accidentally crossed the Queen Bee of the sophomore class. She threatened to sick her "bad boy" boyfriend on me. Sure enough, the school's notorious delinquent strutted over with a walk that screamed "I own this place." But when he saw me, he froze and shouted in disbelief: "Sis?" I smirked coldly and proceeded to give him a lesson filled with "love and care." The Queen Bee watched, trembling, and stuttered: "Sis, since you hit him, you can't hit me too, right?" 1 "Which class are you in?" The girl blocking my path wasn't wearing her uniform properly. She had streaks of red dyed into her hair and radiated "Queen Bee" energy. Her tone was arrogant. "Do you know who I am?" I shook my head honestly. "You don't know who I am, and you dare block me? Haven't you heard of Bella from the high school division?" I shook my head again. "I'm new." "Oh, a transfer student," she said, rolling her eyes. "Then my skipping class is none of your business. Get lost, or I'll make you regret it!" Five minutes ago, I was walking by the school fence when I saw a student trying to climb over. I called her down. "According to school rules, truancy is prohibited," I said calmly. "I suggest you go back to your classroom." Bella, as she called herself, sneered at me. "Fine, want to play hero? You might not know me, but you've heard of my boyfriend, right? Carter. He's famous even outside of school. Want me to call him over to deal with you?" Boyfriend. Puppy love? I crossed my arms. "Go ahead. Call him." Provoked by the challenge in my eyes, she pulled out her phone and dialed. "Babe..." I didn't hear what was said on the other end, but she hung up quickly, looking even more smug. "You just wait!" I checked the time. I could wait. A few minutes later, a group of boys marched aggressively toward us. I squinted. The leader wasn't wearing a uniform, and his build looked familiar. Bella sneered. "It's not too late to apologize. My boyfriend isn't as nice as I am." "Really?" I replied coolly. "I'd love to see how 'not nice' he is." As the group got closer, I finally saw the leader's face clearly. The corner of my mouth twitched uncontrollably. The leader, oozing "Big Brother" energy, strutted toward his girlfriend without glancing at anyone else. He barked dominantly, "You okay? Who's the blind idiot messing with my girl at North High..." He looked up at the "blind idiot"—me. His voice cracked mid-sentence. "Sis?" That single syllable stunned his entire entourage. I smiled—a smile that promised pain. "Carter, you've really made something of yourself. Boss of the school now, huh?" The school bully took a sharp step back. Too late. I threw the uniform jacket I’d brought for him right into his face. In two steps, I grabbed his ear and slapped his forehead. Not hard enough to cause brain damage, but enough to rattle his brain cells. "Who taught you to act like a king at school?" "Carter? Bullying classmates now, are we?" "And 'your girl'? Not even eighteen and playing house? I ought to beat you..." "..." I gave Carter a thorough education filled with "love and care." He scurried around like a rat, covering his head. "Sis! Sis! It's school! Give me some face!" 2 As the eldest child, I have a natural bloodline suppression over Carter. When he was a toddler causing trouble, my parents were too soft to discipline him. I wasn't. Won't eat dinner? Smack. Disrespecting Mom and Dad? Smack. Stealing my stuff? Smack. Causing trouble outside? Smack. Addicted to video games? Smack. My parents realized my "gentle taps" were effective and let me handle it. I molded him into a good kid. Carter has always been simple-minded and not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. A beating followed by a piece of candy usually set him straight. He holds no grudges as long as he gets fed. Such a good kid. How did he turn into this? Carter couldn't escape. Since I realized my little brother would eventually outgrow me, I started taking martial arts classes. Cornered, he looked to his minions and girlfriend for help. However, the girl who was just playing the tough Queen Bee now had eyes clear of any rebellion. I looked at Carter's little girlfriend. She shuddered visibly. "Sis," she stammered, "since you hit him, you can't hit me too, right?" "..." The warning bell rang, saving Carter's life. He screamed, "Sis! Class is starting! I need to go to class!" The desperation in his voice suggested a newfound, intense passion for education. I smiled gently. "Didn't you want to skip class just now?" From Bella's phone call, I knew they were planning to skip together. "No, no! Sis, I'm going back to class!" I let him go and nodded. "Fine. Go back to class, all of you." Carter and the others looked like they'd been granted amnesty and sprinted toward the academic building. However, after a few steps, they realized I was following them. "Sis, why are you following us?" Carter whispered. "I promise I'm going back to class." I smiled. "It's fine. It's on my way. I'll walk you to your classroom." Carter didn't think too deeply about my words. He just muttered for me to go home. I hadn't been home in a while, so Carter clearly didn't care enough about his sister's life updates. He probably thought Mom sent me just to deliver his jacket. The group of students, who looked like a teacher's nightmare, walked ahead like obedient little ducklings. Finally, under my gaze, they walked into the classroom marked Sophomore Class 9. The bell had rung, but the room was chaotic because the teacher hadn't arrived yet. I raised an eyebrow at the sign on the doorframe. "Sis, I'm here. You can go back now," my dear brother whispered, eager to escape my clutches. I tilted my chin. "You go in first." Carter went in. I waited outside for another ten seconds, then, under the gaze of everyone, walked into the noisy classroom. And stepped onto the podium. The class went quiet for a second. The students who had just seen me outside stared with wide eyes. "Hello everyone, let me introduce myself," I said, my voice steady and projecting without a microphone. "I am your homeroom teacher for this year, Ms. Shen. I'll also be teaching you Physics. Nice to meet you all." As my words fell, I met the despairing eyes of my brother and his little girlfriend. 3 I am nine years older than Carter. Because of the bloodline suppression, when I went to college, my third-grade brother was still a well-behaved baby in my eyes. After I graduated and went to grad school, I visited home less. Carter finished elementary school and started middle school. I heard my parents complain about his rebellious phase over the phone. I thought it was just normal teenage angst. Who knew I'd come back to find a full-blown delinquent? Where did my sweet, soft cupcake of a brother go? The first period was basically homeroom. I got to know everyone's names. To them, I was just reading a list. When the bell rang, I walked slowly to Carter and Bella's desks. Bella, the girl I stopped from climbing the wall, and my brother's puppy love interest. They sat across the aisle from each other. I tapped their desks. "Phones. Out." North High rules: No electronics on campus without special permission. They both looked devastated as they pulled their phones from their desks. "Come to my office during the long break." The next period was also mine. Physics. It had been a while since I taught basic physics. Class 9 wasn't the top tier, nor the bottom. Just average. The first lesson was foundational and simple. Most of them listened, especially my brother, who was terrified I'd catch him spacing out. After class, I went straight to the office with the confiscated phones. When the long break finally arrived, Carter and Bella appeared at the office door, dragging their feet. "Sis, why are you teaching at our school? Why didn't I know?" Carter finally burst out. Of course he didn't know. I only told our parents I was moving back to town. Last night when I visited, I mentioned getting a job at my alma mater, but Carter was gaming with headphones on. This morning, Mom noticed he left without his jacket and asked me to bring it. She didn't mention his class, just told me to text him. I kept my face neutral. "Call me Ms. Shen at school." "Oh. Ms. Shen." Carter hung his head obediently. "Truancy, dating, phones, forming cliques..." I listed their crimes, then looked at my brother. "Carter, what else don't I know?" "And you, Bella. You two are a pair. You think Carter is reliable? At your age, you should be focused on grades and dreams, not romance and gang loyalty." My brother: "..." "Sis... Teacher, I was wrong. Please let us off this once. I promise it won't happen again." Carter tugged at my sleeve, begging quietly. I've only been working for two years and haven't dealt with students like this much, but I know a student's promise is worth less than sand in the wind. "I'm calling your parents tonight." Both of their faces changed. "Teacher, aren't you... my parent?" 4 I didn't look up. "Call your Mom and Dad." "Bella, is the contact in your file your father or mother?" I asked the silent girl. She didn't look as arrogant as this morning, but there was still a stubborn set to her jaw. "It's my dad's secretary." I didn't overthink it. "Give me your father or mother's direct number. I'll talk to them." She went silent. Cosplaying a mute. "..." I rubbed my temples. I knew I wasn't cut out to be a homeroom teacher. Carter whispered helpfully, "Teacher, Bella's mom died two years ago. Her dad remarried and ignores her now." I paused. Family issues weren't something a teacher could solve easily. "Bella, give me your father's number first." As a homeroom teacher, I had to try communicating. She finally spoke. "I don't have it. We fought, I blocked him, didn't memorize it." "..." Compared to my brother, the prick, this girl had way more issues to unpack. A twenty-minute break wasn't enough to solve this. I sent them back to class. I tried contacting the secretary Bella mentioned. The secretary politely informed me that Mr. Cheng was in a meeting and would get back to me. I waited two hours. The secretary called back, saying Mr. Cheng didn't have time to come to the school, but provided his direct line. I called. A middle-aged man answered, sounding annoyed. "What trouble did that ungrateful girl cause now?" "Not trouble exactly. If you're free, could you come to the school? I'd like to discuss Bella's situation." Before I finished, a baby started crying in the background. A woman's voice cooed, "Honey, the baby is crying again, is he sick..." Chaos ensued on the other end. Then the man said, "If she caused trouble, punish her according to school rules. I don't have time for her." Click. He hung up. "..." I regretted taking this job. I grabbed my textbook and headed to another building. There were only about twenty students in the room. I stood at the podium. "Welcome, freshmen, to the Physics Olympiad Class." Physics Olympiad Coach. That was my real job. A few days before school started, the original homeroom teacher for Class 9 (who also taught physics) had a medical emergency regarding her pregnancy. She took a long leave. The school scrambled to find a replacement. Her other class was covered by a senior teacher, but Class 9 was left hanging. The administration asked if I could cover it. Since the freshmen Olympiad team wasn't competing this year, I had the time, so I took it. I didn't know Carter was in that class. Looking at the fresh faces in the Olympiad class, I felt nostalgic. Ten years ago, I was sitting there, listening to my coach ramble. Throughout the year, some would drop out, some would join. The road to the Olympiad is long and hard.
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