A faint smile curved at Riley's lips.
She didn't mention what had just happened—not a word. As if none of it existed, she calmly went through everything required by the school.
Her delivery was smooth and uninterrupted.
What other advisors took thirty minutes to cover, she finished in ten.
"That's everything," she said lightly. "Any questions? Leave them in the comments. If not, we'll end here. I've already posted the schedule in the group. Classes begin as usual tomorrow."
Only then did she open the comment section.
For a moment, there was only silence.
The screen stayed blank.
Just as Riley was about to end the session, someone finally spoke up.
[Did you hack our phones?]
Riley smiled. "If I said no, would you believe me?"
Of course not.
That single question broke the ice.
The chat began to scroll.
[We heard you studied computer science?]
[Are you really good at it? Can you teach us?]
Riley felt a headache coming on.
Why is this their focus?
Amid the flood of tech questions, one comment finally stood out.
[Heh. If you want to be our instructor, you'd better be qualified. Don't think knowing a bit of code makes you special. Let me tell you something—we're the worst class in Imperial University. Do you know what that means?]
Riley tilted her head slightly. "What does it mean?"
[It means we won't listen to you. Even if you hack our phones, if we don't want to listen—we won't.]
"You sound proud of that," Riley said with a soft scoff. "Of course I know your reputation. Bad enough that no instructor wants to deal with you."
She smiled faintly.
"Which is how I ended up here."
Even she found it a little amusing.
"My expectations are simple," she continued. "Don't cause trouble. Don't fail your exams. Other than that, do whatever you want. It has nothing to do with me."
A pause.
"Like I said—we stay out of each other's way."
Howard couldn't help himself. He felt like she hadn't fully understood Henry's earlier warning, so he typed again.
[We're the worst class. The worst students…]
"I know," Riley replied easily. "The worst instructor teaching the worst class. What's the problem?"
That actually made sense.
But why did this new instructor suddenly feel kind of cool?
[What should we call you?]
Riley sniffed lightly. "They call me Prime. You can call me Professor Prime."
[Got it. Thank you, Professor Prime.]
***
Once the session ended, their phones returned to normal.
But the Class Seven students weren't calm.
They immediately created a new group chat—forty people piling in, the discussion exploding.
They demanded Henry dig up information on this "Prime".
And when he did, it shocked them.
Howard stared at the file on his screen, rubbing his eyes.
"Holy—she's insane! Dual PhDs holder in Computer Science and Finance from Parkstone University? No wonder even your computer got hacked!"
Henry's expression twisted, clearly unwilling to accept it.
"I was caught off guard," Henry snapped. "She just took advantage of that."
He leaned back, eyes sharp.
"Just wait. Tomorrow in class—I'll make sure she pays for today."