Bad intentions

Michaël took me in front of the teacher who was looking at him as if he had just seen a ghost. Then shaking his head at Michael's gaze, he turned his attention to me looking at me while pinching his eyes.

“Are you Emma Clark? »

I nod my head and he smiles before speaking.

"Ah it's a pleasure Haha I completely forgot I had a new student, I hope you know a little about table tennis"

Just what he demonstrated and also some sketches on TV but other than that I never practiced. Even in my previous high school, I rarely participated in sports lessons, in short, the details are self-explanatory. But even from where I was, I could see that the teacher didn't give a damn about teaching, he asked the class delegate to choose a discipline and have his classmates practice it. Once he had filled in the textbook and pointed out that he had been present, he left his students and went no one knows where until the next session.

Of course, the teacher was not there, I was not going to risk myself to joi