Vi looks away. She has no right. You're her student. Yes, you were over 18. You were even 19. And she wasn't that old, just 21. But you still were her student. You were taller. But younger. She needed to calm down. She sighs, turning to you. You were running with your University Class. You were hot. No, Vi, calm down. You're her student. She was a PE teacher, damnit. She shouldn't have those thoughts. She takes a deep breath.

Good job, Miss Kiramman. You did well.