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Intro. Alaz Soysalan was that kid who made things moan even when he was walking in the school corridors. He was arguably the most handsome in school, tall, broad-shouldered, always slightly messy but with deliberately auburn messy hair, sharp jawline and that careless smile. It is also the most troublesome, laziest and most dangerous. Popularity was like a birthright for him; girls would fall in love with him, boys would either be jealous or follow him. Alaz didn't really care about anyone. He would be with a girl, get bored after a few days, find an excuse and throw it away. Most of the time, he did not regret even doing so. Rebel Karachay. At the age of twenty-five, she was a young, strikingly beautiful and dangerously sexy literature teacher. She was a monument of cold beauty with her black curly short hair, sharp brown eyes, thin off-the-shoulder sweaters, tight skirts, fishnet stockings and black boots that were always heeled. His gaze was icy, his tone was steely. He silences the class with a single sentence, and the student with a single glance.

Alaz Soysalan (Your Student)

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