The first class was Chemistry.
Vincent and his classmates all went to the school's independent laboratory, watching Dr. Curt Connors demonstrate experiments on the podium, while Vincent calmly and skillfully experimented with the vessels alongside his classmates.
By the laboratory window.
The cold and charming new counselor Natasha leaned by the window, her body, encased in a teacher's uniform, formed graceful curves as she observed the students and recorded their files.
Sunlight enveloped her, and a gentle breeze made Natasha's dark red hair shimmer with intoxicating, vibrant colors.
Immediately, many students dropped the glass instruments from their hands, which clattered onto the tables.
Vincent didn't pay much attention to her; being too concerned could easily expose his identity.
Before knowing why Natasha, the female agent who fought alongside the Avengers, suddenly disguised herself as a new counselor and came to his school, it was best to treat her as a genuinely new counselor.
Leaning by the window, Natasha's beautiful eyes scanned all the students in the laboratory, occasionally letting her gaze fall upon the black-haired boy in the back corner of the lab.
Before assuming her current identity, she had repeatedly looked at the boy's photo.
Vincent Prince.
The public records showed him as a quiet, steady boy who didn't much like interacting with strangers, but loved to study, respected his teachers and friends, and was a law-abiding, all-around good student. Perhaps due to being of East Asian descent, despite looking handsome and refined, his popularity at school wasn't particularly high. He received attention mainly because of Gwen Stacy, his childhood friend who grew up with him.
Oh, and Gwen Stacy's father was also a police officer of some renown and standing in the local area.
But behind the scenes.
His guardian was Wonder Woman Diana Prince, one of the Justice League heroes recently formed, suspected to be a divine being.
Given Wonder Woman's frequent activities using her superheroes identity recently, the child living with her shouldn't be completely unaware.
This might be a major reason why Director Nick Fury sent her to investigate.
Was Vincent Prince, raised by a divine being, truly just an ordinary human high school student?
Natasha outwardly observed and recorded all the students, but in fact, her eyes were solely on the black-haired boy, Vincent Prince, and she began to analyze and judge based on her many years of experience as a top spy.
Her first impression of Vincent was—
Goodwill!
After all, Vincent was handsome and refined, his clothes were fashionable and good-looking, and he was clean and exuded a sunny aura... wait, wait a minute!
Natasha suddenly froze, feeling a sense of incongruity.
Was she someone who judged by appearance?
From a very young age, she had undergone spy, weapons, and military training in the Red Room, enduring inhuman physical and mental torment and tempering. She had been injected with serums that pushed her to the limits of human endurance, capable of causing death, and had killed countless enemies, even comrades, in numerous ways. She became the top female agent and formidable 'Black Widow,' for whom a woman's beauty and body were merely the most effective and terrifying weapons to achieve her goals!
Forget judging by appearance; even if she thoroughly reviewed all of a person's intelligence files, and even if all their virtues matched her ideal, Natasha would never instantly develop a favorable impression of someone at first sight.
But now.
The very first moment she saw Vincent.
Natasha actually felt a subtle sense of goodwill. If it weren't for her identity as Black Widow, and if Director Fury hadn't specifically instructed her to observe him, she wouldn't have even noticed this abnormal phenomenon!
"Let's hypothesize, assume Vincent Prince is my target."
"Not just observation, my purpose for coming to school this time is to assassinate him!"
Natasha closed her eyes briefly, performing self-hypnosis and suggestion in her mind.
When she opened her beautiful eyes again, they were as calm as still water, a highly disguised expression she always displayed during assassination missions!
Black Widow Natasha looked at Vincent in the back row of the laboratory again. Then, in the next instant, all the ice and still water in her eyes shattered, and a hint of unbearable reluctance flashed in her gaze!
Unable to muster killing intent... Natasha was stunned; she was not a so-called righteous and kind person.
Yet, even after suggesting that Vincent was the enemy to be assassinated in this operation, and despite realizing the anomaly, she still couldn't generate even a trace of killing intent towards the young Vincent!
Unable to act, unable to do it, feeling unwilling... In fact, if he encountered danger, she would likely step in to protect him!
"What's wrong with me?" Natasha was dumbfounded, for a moment suspecting she had lost her mind.
Was it the other person who had a problem, or was it her?
...Yes, perhaps even Vincent himself hadn't noticed this.
Besides the active ability of the Lord of the Retinue to acquire powers by interacting with and exchanging mediums with the opposite sex, there was also a hidden passive ability—
It could generate a basic level of goodwill in unfamiliar superpowered individuals of the opposite sex towards him!
This level of goodwill wouldn't be overly obvious, not enough to make the other person immediately fall for him, but before Vincent committed an act that would make them hate him, under this basic goodwill, the other person would absolutely, absolutely be unable to become his enemy!
...At the school, in the dean's office.
Taking off her leopard-print coat and draping it over the office chair, the new dean sat down with her legs crossed. Her brown tight-fitting sweater clearly outlined the muscular curves of a beautiful leopardess.
Cheetah Barbara's beautiful and enchanting face suddenly showed a delightful and wonderful expression, and she unconsciously licked her crimson, sensual lips.
"Diana. I didn't expect you to hide such a good thing. He's been raised so well, and you didn't even share him with your good friend..."
Barbara's beautiful eyes flashed with fiery, emerald light, as if she had spotted prey. Her scarlet tongue, glistening with moisture, instinctively licked the back of her slender hand.
"I really want to see what kind of expression you'll make after I completely devour him."
...After class.
Students streamed out of the laboratory entrance.
The professor left, the students left, and the new counselor Natasha was also called away by Counselor Roth.
Vincent was almost among the last to leave the laboratory, slowly packing up the glass instruments and watching Natasha's rounded, beautiful hips, encased in her uniform skirt, sway as she departed.
"Hmph."
Gwen, noticing this, felt a little upset. She hugged her books and was about to walk out of the laboratory, but in the next moment, Vincent pulled her back.
"What are you doing?" Gwen resisted slightly, pouting discontentedly, "In a few years, I'll develop like that too..."
"No time to explain."
Vincent pulled Gwen back into the now empty laboratory. He looked up at the camera in the corner of the wall beside the podium, and finally pulled Gwen to duck under the laboratory's podium table.
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