Chapter 73: Heart Like a Rocket

"I feel a bit hot."

Gwen felt strange at the moment.

Her body was burning up, and it felt like the blood in her brain was slowly expanding, with each heartbeat accompanied by the roar of her pulse.

"Maybe I just need to calm down. Perhaps the anger from the newspaper earlier caused my frustration to skyrocket."

Gwen quickly found a reason for herself.

"Is that all?"

Peter frowned and asked Gwen, "Are you not feeling any other discomfort?"

"At first, yes, but it's much better now."

Gwen took a deep breath, "It's like feeling weak after intense exercise. That's how I felt earlier, but now I'm better."

"Perhaps you should go to the hospital, Gwen."

Naturally, Peter wouldn't believe things were that simple.

"Okay, I'll consider your suggestion, but I don't think it's necessary just yet."

Gwen indicated that her body should be fine.

After Peter left, she sighed and squinted her eyes, pressing her temples with her hand.

Her temples were throbbing, her breath seemed to have slowed down significantly, but her heart was beating over a hundred and forty times per minute.

"Well, my heart rate now is higher than an astronaut's during liftoff."

Gwen murmured softly, glancing at Peter.

Suddenly, a strange feeling surged in her heart. It seemed that the aura emanating from Peter made her feel dizzy.

And seeing him made her heart beat even faster.

Could it be that she was only experiencing this rapid heartbeat because she saw Peter? Gwen touched her flushed cheeks, wondering if she was acting like a love-struck fool.

Even though she had a strong liking for Peter, was it normal for her heart to race just from seeing him?

Gwen was deeply puzzled.

Meanwhile, Peter, after a brief contemplation, left his seat and walked outside.

He suspected that the strange scent in the air was the cause of Gwen's abnormal condition.

And the suspicious individual could only be Helen, their teacher.

Inside the classroom office.

"Peter, what's the matter? It's not a good sign to see you here during class time," Miss Fesh lifted her head and said sternly to Peter as he entered.

Apart from Miss Fesh, there were two senior students in the office who skipped their introductory French class and were being reprimanded by Miss Fesh.

"Billy Delouvre and Henry Trenant, both of you stay back for two classes after school."

Making the unlucky students leave, Miss Fesh turned her gaze to Peter.

At the same time, she stuffed the forms on the table into the drawer with a "thud", accidentally pinching her thumb.

Muttering in discomfort, Miss Fesh, with an elegant posture, turned around as if nothing had happened, facing Peter.

Peter: "."

"I want to find Ms. Helen. Is she not here?"

After a second of silence, Peter asked this quirky and old-fashioned teacher about Helen's whereabouts.

"I thought you were here to ask for an excuse slip," Miss Fesh coughed and said to Peter, "Many people have asked similar questions before you."

Miss Fesh indicated that Peter was a bit late.

"My standard reply is that she's on leave."

"On leave? Why?"

Miss Fesh pushed her heavy glasses frames up and said to Peter, "I don't know. After all, she's not a student. She doesn't need my approval to take leave."

Seemingly displeased that Helen, the new teacher, was so popular with male students, she muttered under her breath:

"You students are all obsessed, perhaps you should all go to church and listen to the priest's admonitions, be careful not to be seduced by the devil."

Miss Fesh's muttering was clearly heard by Peter.

Being misunderstood as a lecherous student chasing after the beautiful teacher, he didn't mind and continued to ask:

"Miss Fesh, how much do you know about the new teacher, Helen?"

"Peter, this is not a question you should be asking."

Miss Fesh's gaze became serious, "If I were you, I would go back to class obediently."

Her impression of Peter had always been that of a very honest type.

He liked reading and studying scientific gadgets, often mocked by the jocks, but always silent and never dared to retort.

Why did he now seem to her to be in a vulnerable position, like facing the principal?

If it were an ordinary student who dared to speak to her like this, she would have kicked them out long ago.

"I will, but because there are some things I need to discuss with Ms. Helen."

Peter continued, "If not, I'll have to take leave to find her myself."

For Miss Fesh, issuing an excuse slip was more uncomfortable than killing her.

Sure enough, after hearing Peter's "threat", Miss Fesh finally gave in.

"I don't know, Peter."

Miss Fesh finally realized that the Peter in front of her was no longer the same Peter who used to be afraid to speak loudly to her.

She reluctantly said, "But I do know her home address and email. Perhaps you can contact her yourself."

As she spoke, she brought out a yellow leave slip.

Then, using a silver pocket pencil, she hastily wrote down the address and email address on it, grimacing in pain as her thumb was pinched.

She told Peter that this information about Helen was not a secret; new teachers always left their address and contact information.

It wasn't difficult to find out if you wanted to know.

Besides, she didn't think a high school student like Peter would do anything bad.

Inside the classroom, Peter was staring at the address on the yellow leave slip on his hand when suddenly his phone rang.

Gwen sent him a text message: "Peter, come to the school pool!"

"The pool?"

With his phone put away, Peter's expression was puzzled.

He remembered that Gwen wasn't a member of the swimming team.

After hesitating for a moment, he got up and headed to the gymnasium.

The school had an indoor pool in the gymnasium, and the facilities were quite good, making it a beautiful sight in the summer.

But now that the weather was getting colder, it seemed like no one would go swimming.

Was Gwen suddenly interested in swimming?

A few minutes later.

Peter entered the gymnasium's pool area.

Even before entering, he could hear the faint sound of water flowing inside and the splashing of water.

As he stepped into the spacious pool area, he saw a figure with fair skin swimming in the water.

The person stretched out their body in the pool, with a graceful swimming posture resembling that of a mermaid.

Peter silently watched, not saying a word.

In the entire spacious swimming pool area, there was only the sound of splashing water.