Perhaps it was still early.
There were no other teachers in the office on this side of the teaching building, only Felicia, the intern teacher, who was diligently sitting at her desk working, filled with an enthusiasm that older teachers lacked.
The curtains on the office window were rolled up, and the morning light shone on Felicia's fair and delicate profile, reflecting her serious and diligent expression.
Felicia's hair was silver-white, but she preferred to wear dark clothes, making the contrast between white and black particularly striking.
She was covering her mouth, stifling a yawn, when she unexpectedly encountered Vincent walking in, causing her to stop in a slight panic.
Vincent, being tactful, pretended not to see it.
Felicia raised her beautiful eyes, observing the male student before her up close and alone for the first time.
Vincent Prince.
He had a clean and sunny appearance, and his height was neither too tall nor too short for a boy his age; his shirt and trousers were neat and clean, and his shoes looked new due to a lack of outdoor activities; he appeared ordinary, with no visible muscles, just a very average teenager.
Yes, he was just a perfectly ordinary high school student.
Felicia reconfirmed her thoughts, growing even more curious about Counselor Roth's initial high praise.
She looked at Vincent, who was standing in front of her, and said gently, "Vincent, can you explain why you suddenly left school without permission during class a few days ago? Your answer will affect your school performance evaluation."
"If I said I went to save the World, Teacher, would you believe me?" Vincent said bluntly.
Felicia was startled at first, then smiled slightly, and said softly with understanding, "Teacher isn't much older than you all, so I know that students your age all have a dream of becoming Superhero."
Vincent asked curiously, "Then which Superhero do you like, Teacher?"
"If I had to pick one, it would definitely be the Silver-Haired Goddess!" Felicia's eyes lit up, and she said enthusiastically, "Because she has silver-white hair, just like me! And she's cool and powerful!"
Vincent was speechless for a moment.
Why were all the teachers at school like this? Out of all the Superhero to like, they had to choose a character who couldn't possibly exist—
He sighed inwardly.
He began to consider whether he should just switch schools overnight.
Felicia was still chattering excitedly, "Teacher will tell you a secret. I even have a signed poster of the Silver-Haired Goddess! I bought it online with a large chunk of my living expenses when I was in college. Counselor Roth was so envious!"
Vincent was even more speechless. He really didn't want to discourage the intern teacher in front of him; that so-called signed poster was absolutely, absolutely fake!
"Let me show you..." Felicia was about to rummage through a drawer, but then she quickly seemed to realize something and looked at Vincent with a serious expression, "Vincent, don't try to change the subject!"
Vincent: "..."
He wondered if he had changed the subject; it was clearly the Teacher who was too engrossed in it!
Vincent's eye twitched. He suddenly felt that the current Teacher was more like a Flerken than a cat, showing a bit of neurotic behavior.
Of course, he couldn't possibly voice his thoughts.
Vincent said, "Something happened at home that day, so I rushed back in a hurry and didn't have time to communicate with the school. I believe I mentioned this to the class president at the time."
There wasn't a hint of falsehood in his words.
For Vincent, where his aunt was, that was truly home.
"So that's what happened. Gwen did tell me that day." Felicia didn't doubt it and then asked curiously, "Did something happen to your parents?"
"I don't have parents," Vincent replied. "I was adopted by my aunt when I was a baby."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know." Felicia quickly apologized.
"It's nothing, I think it's very good now." Vincent was incredibly sincere.
But to Felicia, this clearly showed the boy struggling to cope. Having had her own father imprisoned for theft since she was young, she felt a sense of empathy.
Felicia's face softened considerably, and she said softly to Vincent, "It's alright, you can go back to class now."
"Okay." Vincent secretly breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to leave the office, but Felicia called him back.
"In the future," Felicia said gently, "if you encounter any problems, whether at school or at home, you can always come to Teacher for advice. No matter what it is, I will do my best to help you."
Vincent felt a bit confused but still nodded, "Thank you, Teacher."
"Remember!" Watching Vincent leave, Felicia's eyes shone with a hint of maternal love... That evening, after school.
As soon as Vincent got home, his phone received a message from Kara Danvers:
"Senior, are you free this weekend? My cousin wants to find a time to invite you over for dinner."
Kara's cousin?
This... Vincent's heart began to waver.
Going to Gwen's house meant Officer George.
Going to Kara's house meant Superman.
In Vincent's view, the danger level of both was almost the same.
Whose house to go to this weekend?
Or not go to either, or go to one house each day?
This was a question worth considering.
Vincent turned on the warm lights in his home and sat on the soft sofa in the living room. The little prince immediately leaned against him out of habit, affectionately rubbing his head against his palm.
Guan Luo, as usual, lay inside the glass jar, like a real ornament, enjoying the last rays of the Sun on the balcony.
Vincent reclined on the sofa, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this rare peaceful time.
Just then, the sound of someone opening the door and returning home reached him.
"Wanda, you're back?" Vincent didn't open his eyes, remaining reclined, and casually called out.
The person who returned didn't respond, but came to the sofa in slippers and sat down next to the reclining Vincent.
Vincent smelled a faint but familiar scent.
Vincent subconsciously opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a mature and beautiful black-haired woman.
"Auntie? Why are you back?!" Vincent jumped in surprise, quickly sitting up from the sofa.
"What, can't I come home?" Diana smiled slightly, saying playfully.
"That's not what I meant. I just didn't expect you to be back so soon." Vincent revealed a knowing smile.
Since some time ago, due to the signal fires from Themyscira, Diana had been leaving early and returning late almost every day. It was also because Wanda was taking care of Vincent that he rarely ate breakfast and dinner at home.
So, Vincent had mistakenly thought it was Wanda who had returned.
At this moment.
The warm indoor lights and the lingering sunset glow from the balcony merged, creating a hazy interplay of light and Shadow in the living room.
Vincent looked sideways at his aunt's clearly defined features nearby. Her delicate and perfect profile was like a gift from the gods, possessing a beauty unattainable by humans, especially those soft lips, seemingly coated in a layer of orange-red shimmer.
Vincent suddenly wanted to kiss them, to taste the medium within.
This was not a subconscious impulse or instinct.
Rather, it was a habit formed from practicing since some time ago, whenever Wanda wasn't home or not in the living room!
But Vincent knew he couldn't do that anymore; after all, the evening practice had been temporarily canceled, and there was no legitimate reason to take that step.
At this moment, what lay between Vincent and Diana...
was a barrier far more solid and difficult to cross than his childhood relationship with Gwen, just like how light and Shadow could only intersect, never merge...
Vincent suddenly smiled.
So what?
Since he had a second chance at life, he shouldn't do anything he would regret again.
"Auntie."
"I need tutoring!"
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