I’ll Teach You, Marianne.

Chapter 156 – Dejavu Madame

During Mrs. Martha's lesson, who was in the last hour, Anne was seen watching the lecturer at the front, but actually half of her soul was currently not on campus. Not because she just met Leon, but because her fight with Jack ended with Jack's cell phone number was inactive. 

"Why do I feel guilty like this to him? What feeling is this, God? Why should I feel this kind of anxiety?"

Various questions arose in Anne's mind and made her feel completely confused. 

"Okay, now please if anyone wants to ask before I close today's lesson." The voice of Mrs. Martha, the killer lecturer, could be heard throughout the class. 

After she finished giving her explanation, the students in the room closed their lips tightly. And this annoyed Mrs. Martha. She then walked over to her students with a small stick that she always carried when she was teaching. The students looked nervous and pretended to be busy reading the books on the table.

"You naughty brats, you guys think by pretending to be busy studying like this I won't know. I've lived longer than you and have been young too, so don't pretend to study. Come on, any questions? Otherwise, I will give a lot of assignments to all of you," scolded Mrs. Martha loudly as she hit the table of one of the students beside her.

The students who pretended to be busy immediately lifted their faces up and tried to look at the whiteboard, Anne was the only student who did not change her head position. She was still staring intently at the whiteboard that contained Mrs. Martha's handwriting. 

Seeing that Anne was still focused made Mrs. Martha curious. She wanted to know whether Anne really paid attention to the lesson or not. Slowly, she walked closer to Anne's table. The students who sat near Anne immediately shifted their seats, trying to get away from Anne.

"Marianne, what do you think about today's lesson?" asked Mrs. Martha quietly, staring at Anne's notebook which contained lesson summaries. 

Anne, who was still reading the whiteboard, was still silent. She didn't realize that the killer lecturer was beside her. Seeing Anne's silence made Mrs. Martha angry. 

Bam!

"Anne, didn't you listen to me?" Mrs. Martha shouted loudly as she hit Anne's table hard, making everyone even more nervous. 

"I hear your words, Ma'am, it's just that I am confused about what to ask," answered Anne quietly as she looked fearlessly at the angry Mrs. Martha beside her.

"Confused about asking, why should you be confused? Just ask, I will answer it quickly, as long as it is still in accordance with the lesson I just told you all, then I will answer it," said Mrs. Martha again. 

"Earlier you mentioned that the clothes someone wears is one of the factors that we see the level of a person's welfare, then what I want to ask is whether a person is always seen from their outward appearance? And the second is whether we need to look like that in order to get adulation and praise from others, even though we actually can't afford to buy these clothes? Then the third is, what about cases like millionaires in this world, let me take an example like Mark Zuckerberg and his wife, who always look so simple, even though we all know who they are. And those three things that I've been thinking about after you finished giving your explanation, Ma'am," answered Anne smoothly.

Hearing Anne's words made Mrs. Martha speechless. She really did not expect that Anne would ask those questions. She thought that Anne had just been daydreaming and not listening to all her explanations. However, it turned out that Anne actually thought very critically with the explanation she gave. The students who heard the words seemed surprised because Anne dared to speak like that to Mrs. Martha. They knew very well who the real Mrs. Martha was, because the female lecturer really didn't like to have her theory denied by anyone, let alone the students themselves. 

Instead of being angry, Mrs. Martha smiled and patted Anne's shoulder gently, she even stroked Anne's loose hair. 

"It turns out that what the other lecturers said was true, you are indeed a smart student," said Mrs. Martha quietly, smiling sincerely at Anne. 

Seeing Mrs. Martha smiling made all the students in the classroom surprised, including Anne herself. They really did not expect that the killer lecturer could be that friendly to her students. 

"You all heard what Anne said, these questions are what I wanted to hear from you. But you were silent and only Anne dared to ask. Okay then, I will explain in detail the answers to your questions, Anne," said Mrs. Martha quietly as she walked back to her table. 

After arriving at her table, Mrs. Martha then explained in detail what Anne had asked before. Everyone then listened to Mrs. Martha's explanation seriously, including Anne herself. All the questions that she had asked were answered one by one by Mrs. Martha in detail and clearly, but for Anne, all of Mrs. Martha's words did not satisfy her curiosity. Because what Mrs. Martha said was very contradictory to what she had experienced so far. When she was a teenager and lived alone, no one considered her existence because she was an orphan who came from a poor family who did not have good clothes. Not to mention when she married Leon, everyone in Leon's house didn't respect her even though she was wearing nice clothes. That was why Anne was not satisfied with the explanation given by the lecturer. 

"Why are you asking questions like this, Anne? Now we get a new assignment from Mrs. Martha," Linda whispered softly to Anne as Mrs. Martha ended her explanation and gave all of them new assignments related to Anne's three previous questions. 

The students were asked to conduct research on people who could not afford clothes, people who forced their will even though they had to go into debts and used credit cards and the way the rich people dressed. 

"Sorry, Ma'am, is this task not too heavy if done individually?" A male student seemed to protest with the assignment given by Mrs. Martha.

"Yes Ma'am, this task is very heavy, why are we not given the option to choose from the three categories you mentioned earlier, Ma'am?" Other students participated in the protest 

"Yes, Ma'am, how can we possibly do research on the three categories at the same time, Ma'am?"

"Even if we have to examine the three categories, why does it have to be individual assignments, Ma'am? Can you make into a group assignment, Ma'am?"

The other students participated in the protest with the decision made by Mrs. Martha, they objected to the category mentioned by the lecturer. Moreover, this task wass an individual task which was very difficult for all of them to research at once.

Hearing the protests from her students made Mrs. Martha smile. She still did not take her eyes off Anne, who was sitting in the last three rows from behind. 

"This assignment is included in the final semester examination assessment which will be conducted next month, so you only need to do this research which lasts for one month, after that you can be free and study for other subjects. I will give another test because I consider this assignment as a test for you and that is the reason why you have to complete this research one by one, not in groups, because the results of this assessment will directly enter into your own personal scores," replied Mrs. Martha strickly. 

Hearing the words of Mrs. Martha made the students surprised. They did not expect that the final exam for Mrs. Martha's course would be replaced by a simple research like this. Not long after that, there was applause from several students sitting in the front seats. They were happy to hear the wisdom made by the lecturer who was known to be very killer. Finally, all the students in the class agreed with the offer given by the lecturer. They accepted the assignment given by Mrs. Martha to do research that had to be done individually, even though this task was very heavy because they had to include the complete personal data of the interviewees along with photos which meant they really had to do this research honestly. 

"Anne, this is a tough job," said Linda, whining after Mrs. Martha left.

"It's not hard, Linda, because I was in that position," said Anne briefly. 

"What do you mean?"