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Dean Bruce's mind shifted, and he decided to use more professional knowledge to divert Alice's attention. "Of course, there is. When performing certain types of magic that require intense concentration and power, the correct body posture and balance are crucial. They help us control our magical energy more efficiently and reduce unnecessary consumption."

Upon hearing this, a spark of excitement appeared in Alice's eyes. "Then, teacher, could you teach me a few more of these moves? I want to learn more about biomechanics."

Dean Bruce looked at Alice's eager expression and felt a twinge of guilt. He knew that he couldn't continue down this path; he had to put an end to this awkward situation as soon as possible.

"Alright, Alice, let's stand up first," Dean Bruce said, releasing Alice and standing up from the floor.

Alice stood up as well, straightening her clothes, still wearing a shy smile.

Dean Bruce took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. "Alice, our previous actions were a bit inappropriate. I hope you understand. As your teacher, I should set a good example, not act in such a frivolous manner."

Alice lowered her head slightly. "Teacher, I'm sorry. It's me who has made things difficult for you. I just... I just wanted to be a little closer to you."

Dean Bruce gazed into Alice's sincere eyes, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He knew that although Alice was an avatar, she had her own emotions and desires.

"Alice, you don't need to apologize," Dean Bruce said gently. "It's my fault for not controlling my emotions. However, I hope that from now on, we can maintain an appropriate distance and focus more on learning."

Alice nodded. "I understand, teacher. I will work hard and not let you down."

Dean Bruce smiled in relief. "That's good. Let's start the lesson now. Today, I'm going to teach you the basics of magic circles."

With that, Dean Bruce picked up the magic book and began explaining the material seriously. Alice listened attentively, nodding occasionally to indicate her understanding.

However, just as they were deeply immersed in their studies, an unpleasant voice suddenly interrupted them.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Dean? What's this? Giving the new student special attention again?" a sarcastic voice sneered.

Dean Bruce looked up to see Jason walk in, followed by several lackeys. He wore a mocking smile on his face, clearly having noticed the earlier incident between Dean Bruce and Alice.

Dean Bruce frowned. "Jason, what are you doing here? We're in class."

Jason scoffed disdainfully. "Class? Looks to me like you're up to something shady. Mr. Dean, you should really watch your position."

Alice's face flashed with anger as she was about to retort, but Dean Bruce stopped her.

"Jason, watch your words," Dean Bruce said in a low, stern voice. "This is a classroom, a place for learning. I don't want any disruptive remarks interfering with our lessons."

Jason sneered. "Oh? What's this, Mr. Dean? Are you threatening me now? Just because you're a teacher doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."

Dean Bruce looked at Jason's arrogant expression, and a surge of anger rose within him. But he knew that he couldn't act impulsively. He had to stay calm.

"Jason, I'm not threatening you," Dean Bruce said coolly. "I'm simply reminding you that respect is mutual. If you continue causing trouble, I will report the matter to the principal."

Upon hearing this, Jason's face slightly changed. He knew that Dean Bruce held a prestigious position in the academy, and if he really reported this to the principal, there was a good chance he'd face serious consequences.

"Fine, you win for now," Jason gritted his teeth. "But you'd better watch your back, Dean. This isn't over."

With that, Jason and his followers left the classroom.

"Dean, are you in there? I need to speak with you urgently!"

At that moment, a woman's hurried voice called out from outside. It was Prolo Hawthorne's voice.

"What's going on?"

Dean Bruce frowned, a bit irritated. Jason really was a nuisance—he always stirred up trouble whenever he showed up.

"Prolo, come in," Dean Bruce called toward the door.

Prolo Hawthorne pushed the door open, her face filled with anxiety as she looked at Dean Bruce and Alice. "Teacher, this is bad—something serious has happened!"

Seeing Prolo in such a panic only made Dean Bruce more tense. "What happened? Take your time and explain."

Prolo Hawthorne gasped for breath and quickly said, "I was in the library just now, researching some materials, when I accidentally overheard a conversation between a few senior students. They were talking about how remnants of the Black Hole organization might have already infiltrated the academy with an undercover agent!"

"What?" Dean Bruce's face turned pale with shock. "Are you sure?"

Prolo Hawthorne nodded urgently. "I heard it with my own ears—there's no mistake. They said the agent has been hiding for a long time, and their position is quite high."

Dean Bruce furrowed his brows, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. If an undercover agent from the Black Hole organization had infiltrated the academy, the consequences would be disastrous.

"We must act immediately and find this agent!" Dean Bruce said decisively.

"But how are we supposed to find them?" Prolo Hawthorne asked urgently. "There are so many people in the academy, we don't have any leads."

Dean Bruce paused in thought for a moment before an idea struck him. "Alice, you've only recently arrived at the academy, so you're not familiar with everyone here. Have you noticed anyone or anything suspicious?"

Alice shook her head. "I can't really say for sure, but I can try using my perception abilities to sense something."

"Perception abilities?" Both Dean Bruce and Prolo Hawthorne stared at her, surprised. This was the first time they were hearing about Alice's special ability.

Alice nodded. "Yes, I have a unique ability that lets me sense the emotions and states of the people around me. If the undercover agent is hiding well, maybe I can pick up on something through my perception."

Dean Bruce's eyes lit up. "Well then, give it a try. Prolo, you go help Alice. Together, we'll find this agent."

"Alright!" Prolo Hawthorne replied and walked out of the classroom with Alice.

Just then, Dean Bruce's communication crystal suddenly lit up.

"Dean, it's Nozer Hawthorne. We've just received intelligence that the Black Hole organization seems to be planning a large-scale attack, and the target is likely our academy!" Nozer Hawthorne's voice came through, urgent and worried.

"What?" Dean Bruce's face went pale with shock. "When are they planning to strike?"

"We don't know the exact timing yet, but it shouldn't be far off," Nozer Hawthorne replied. "Dean, we must prepare for defense immediately."

"Understood. I'll organize the students for defensive deployment right away," Dean Bruce said, before abruptly cutting the communication and quickly leaving the classroom.

He knew that time was running out. He had to make all the necessary preparations quickly to ensure the safety of the academy. And the undercover agent lurking within the academy was like a thorn in his side. He had to eliminate this threat as soon as possible to focus on defending against the Black Hole organization's attack.

Meanwhile, Alice and Prolo Hawthorne were searching the academy for any signs of the undercover agent. They used Alice's perception ability to scan the emotions and states of everyone they passed.

"There doesn't seem to be anything unusual here," Prolo Hawthorne said. "Let's check over there."

Alice nodded and continued using her ability to explore the emotions and states of the people around her. However, just as they were about to give up, Alice suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" Prolo Hawthorne asked, confused.

Alice furrowed her brow and said, "I feel someone over there whose emotions are very unstable. They seem... very nervous."

"Nervous?" Prolo Hawthorne paused for a moment. "Could it be the undercover agent?"

"I'm not sure, but we can go check it out," Alice said, then began walking in the direction of the person.

They cautiously approached, only to find that the individual was an unremarkable student, one who blended in well with the rest of the academy. However, as they drew closer, they saw that the student was surreptitiously passing a note to someone.

"What are you doing?" Prolo Hawthorne suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the student's wrist.

The student was startled, and the note slipped from their hand and fell to the ground. Prolo Hawthorne quickly snatched it up, unfolding it to read: "10 PM tonight, meet at the library."

"What does this mean?" Prolo Hawthorne asked, bewildered.

The student's face turned pale as they looked at them. "I... I don't know anything. I was just asked to deliver the note."

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"Who asked you?" Dean Bruce's voice came from behind them, cold and commanding.

The student trembled in fear. "I... I don't know. He had his face covered. I couldn't see what he looked like."

Dean Bruce frowned. "It seems this undercover agent is clever. But it's alright. Since he's already made a mistake, we'll definitely catch him."

He turned to Prolo Hawthorne and Alice. "Tonight at 10 PM, we'll stake out the library and wait for him. I want to see just who this undercover agent really is!"

...

The hours quickly passed, and soon it was 10 PM. Dean Bruce, Prolo Hawthorne, and Alice had positioned themselves near the library, lying in wait. They were completely still, focused, and waiting for the undercover agent to appear.

However, as the minutes ticked by, there was still no sign of the agent. Dean Bruce began to feel a growing sense of impatience.