Ivy's heart raced with a mixture of nerves and fear. She had not revealed her identity in the text message and there was a chance that her teacher would not recognize her.

"How should I introduce myself if he doesn't recognize me?" she thought.

Her former identity as Irene had long been buried, and she feared that mentioning it abruptly might startle her teacher.

As Mr. Zeeland, the teacher, emerged from the school gate, he immediately spotted Ivy.

She had not dressed up and wore a simple dress; her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face unadorned, giving off a clean and mature aura.

Mr. Zeeland adjusted his glasses and carefully scrutinized Ivy, yet he could not recall who she was.

"Mr. Zeeland, do you have any classes today? It's just about time for dinner. Let me treat you to a meal," Ivy said, her face glowing with a bright smile.

Mr. Zeeland blushed slightly. "What's your name? I don't remember ever teaching you. In fact, I don't recall seeing you before. Are you