The Flirting Men Time-Space Agency

"Is there anything you're struggling with?" As soon as the bell rang, the homeroom teacher called Elora and Cole into the office. It had been a few days since the last class; why hadn't they come to seek help? Had they already mastered everything?

"Hmm, it's fine," Cole replied nonchalantly.

The teacher, taken aback by Cole's response, couldn't help but feel skeptical. "Fine? These English articles, I spent a long time reading them before I could even answer," the teacher muttered. "Let me check your work for you."

Cole, undisturbed, handed over the papers he had been working on with Elora these past few days.

At first, the teacher was unconcerned, but as they went through the papers, their surprise grew. The answers matched the teacher's exactly. "Hmm, impressive. Looks like you're both quite prepared for the competition the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, indeed," Elora quickly interjected, eager to make her request. "So, can we stop doing test papers now?" She sighed inwardly. Reflecting on the past few days, only one word came to mind to describe her life: it was worse than death! So many test papers, she was even dreaming about English words.

"Alright, you can take a break from papers for the next couple of days, but make sure you rest up for the competition!" The teacher glanced at the clock. "Class is about to start, so head back to your classroom."

...

The moment Elora stepped out of the community, she ran straight into Cole's arms, who was waiting at the corner.

"Be careful, you're being too reckless!" Cole steadied her, carefully opening the car door for Elora to sit in.

"Hehe, I knew you'd catch me," Elora giggled, snuggling into his arm.

"By the way, did you bring your pen and admission ticket?" As Cole settled into the car, he suddenly remembered Elora's forgetful habits and couldn't help but remind her.

"I packed everything already!" Elora smiled proudly, having tucked them into her bag the night before to make sure she wouldn't forget.

"Wait." Cole stopped Elora, who was about to walk toward the examination hall.

Elora looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"

Cole frowned, noticing that Elora was dressed a little too lightly for the chilly weather. How could she wear so little today? Without a second thought, he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Let's go."

Elora smiled warmly, her heart touched by his gesture. She reached out to hold his hand and playfully scratched the palm of his hand.

The other students were stunned by the sight. In high school, relationships were already rare, but to see a couple openly holding hands so boldly was even more uncommon.

"Stop fooling around!" Cole caught Elora's mischievous hand and shot her a glare.

Elora just smiled innocently, and the two of them, oblivious to the astonished looks around them, walked hand in hand into the examination hall.

...

"Is this the genius Cole from the city?" A girl in purple looked at Elora and Cole entering the exam hall, then sneered and turned to a girl in red. "The girl next to him seems to be his girlfriend."

The girl in red clenched her hands at her sides, holding them tightly for a while before loosening her grip. "It's time to enter, let's go," she said, not even sparing a glance at Celeste.

Celeste, the girl in purple, looked at the red-dressed girl with a mischievous glint in her eyes. This was going to be interesting.

...

As soon as Elora stepped out of the exam hall, she saw Cole waiting for her under a tree in the distance.

Elora had to admit, Cole was really clever. Her intelligence might be around 100, which was still higher than the average for this world, but compared to Cole, she still fell short. He had finished the exam before her.

"How was it?" Elora walked quickly to Cole's side, her gaze slightly upward. She had recently noticed that Cole seemed to have grown taller!

"Not bad," Cole shrugged, indifferent to his own results. "Let's go, back to my place."

...

Elora stared at the pile of math papers in front of her. She wanted to facepalm so badly. She had finally escaped the torment of English papers, only to be thrown back into the den of mathematics—like jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire!

"Stop staring, no matter how much you look at them, you'll still have to do them," Cole said, clearly enjoying her exasperation.

Elora had suffered an emotional blow, feeling as though she'd been hit with a thousand paper cuts.