"A nun?"

"So gorgeous~~"

"Wow wow wow~~ Beauty~ Beauty~ Wow~"

Rebecca’s arrival instantly plunged the already noisy classroom into utter chaos. Beauty, a nun, a transfer student? This identity packed with gossip instantly threw the male-dominated class into disarray.

"Rebecca~ I’m Trumms~ Plea—"

"Get lost!" The boy who’d darted to introduce himself was cut off mid-sentence as someone behind him kicked him away.

"Beautiful lady, will you be my girlfriend? Hehehe~" Another boy pushed forward. With his entourage and the way he’d just "dominantly" kicked his classmate aside, he was clearly the class bully.

Rebecca frowned slightly. She realized Professor Monika had set her up. This wasn’t care—it was sabotage. This was a problem class.

"Wow~ Even your frown is enchanting~ Please accept my pursuit~" he persisted shamelessly. The few girls in class glared at Rebecca with envy; most women resent those prettier than themselves.

*Sigh*. Can’t even get a moment’s peace. Rebecca hadn’t planned to study hard anyway, but dumping her in this toxic class full of troublemakers wasted her precious time.

She eyed the boy, then grabbed a graffiti-covered book from a desk—no idea whose—and placed it on his stomach.

"Huh?" He stared, confused, hands instinctively gripping the book.

Rebecca looked at his puzzled face and suddenly smiled faintly.

Ah, that smile bloomed like a stunning flower. Every boy thought the same: breathtaking. Yet the impossibly beautiful nun did something shocking next.

She bent slightly, clenched her fist, and struck.

"Argh!!"

*Thud!*

It happened too fast. No one expected a nun in habit to throw a punch. The boy’s pale face showed he’d taken a hard hit. And hitting through a book to avoid visible bruises? She was a pro. A nun? Since when were nuns this thuggish? The noisy classroom fell dead silent. Everyone froze.

Rebecca gazed at the boy crumpled on the floor, a mocking smile on her lips. Her delicate fist tapped lightly against her palm, as if she wasn’t done with him.

"How dare you hit—" The boy, moments ago smitten, now burned with rage. Being rejected publicly by the girl he chased crushed his teenage pride. He opened his mouth to curse, but Rebecca gave him no chance.

She stomped her foot right on his face, silencing his insults.

"Don’t… mess with me…" She glared coldly at his flustered lackeys. That icy stare made the would-be defenders shrink back. Kids fear the ruthless.

Rebecca glanced down at the boy, silenced by her shoe on his cheek. Seeing him still, she lifted her foot. *Well*, being stepped on by a beauty’s foot might be a fantasy—but in shoes? And here? Uncomfortable.

"You—" Freed, he sprang up, glaring, and charged.

Rebecca smirked, grabbed a book, and hurled it. Then she hitched her nun’s skirt and kicked.

Perfect aim. Her foot slammed the book into his stomach. He took another brutal hit… and Rebecca? No wardrobe malfunction. Pity.

She shook her head, scanning the room. Students who’d cheered for the stunning new transfer now avoided her gaze.

Teens, especially troubled ones, fear not teachers but ruthless peers. In minutes, Rebecca shattered their expectations and established dominance, freezing these fearless rebels.

She held back—just enough pain, no real injury. The boy finally understood he’d messed with the wrong person. His arrogance vanished. He stole nervous glances at Rebecca while his lackeys helped him up.

With the nuisance handled, Rebecca ignored him and walked to the back, taking an empty seat.

The teacher entered. He stared, baffled. Why so quiet today? He didn’t believe they’d reformed. He was a casualty of Hobi Academy’s internal politics—a failed teacher dumped into this chaotic class of untouchable rich kids.

Where there are people, there’s strife. That ancient saying held true here. Every student had powerful connections; teaching them was impossible. He’d given up on this class—and his future. Today’s eerie silence only made him wary. Strange calm often hid trouble. He’d been pranked too many times.

Heart pounding, he eyed each student and began his robotic lecture. Just reading the textbook aloud—that was all this class deserved. Yet nothing happened… The silence was so deep it felt unreal. That day, this problem class’s bizarre calm became Hobi Academy’s greatest unsolved mystery in a decade.