Phoebe raised an eyebrow lightly upon hearing the word "teacher." "You… are a contestant."
"Is that not allowed?" Ivana Bennett replied playfully, her face filled with childlike mischief.
That expression was nearly indistinguishable from the one she wore five years ago.
After five years, she remained the same.
Naïve yet full of cunning, she still looked like an unassuming little girl who hadn't grown up, but her eyes carried a wisdom that spoke of insight into the world, and the smile on her lips exuded an adorable childlike charm.
That smile was too dazzling for Phoebe to linger on.
"Of course it's allowed. I hope you achieve great results, but let me be upfront—I won't go easy on you just because we're friends."
"That's exactly what I want. I don't want my trophy to feel watered down."
"Mr. Phoebe," the assistant reminded softly, "It's time for you to head over."
"Alright." Phoebe nodded, "Let's chat later. I'll go over for now."
