My Undercover Teacher
class
The Female Lead: Monica (Mia Monica)
The Persona: A final-year university student who looks the definition of "innocent." With her wide eyes and sweet smile, she is the perfect "Sugar Trap" lure for the investigation.
The Reality: Bold, stubborn, and fiercely loyal. She has had a massive crush on Nick since the first day of class. Her "innocence" is her greatest weapon, but her temper flares whenever she sees other women near Nick.
The Male Lead: Nick (Naufal Nicholas)
The Persona: The "Cold Viva Teacher." He is strict, silent, and has a gaze that makes students tremble. He’s the top coaching teacher at the university, known for his "zero-tolerance" policy.
The Reality: A high-ranking Hidden Investigation Officer in Malaysia. He is elite, tactical, and fearless in the field. However, he has a major weakness: he is incredibly shy and awkward when it comes to real emotions.
The sun was scorching over the campus in Kuala Lumpur. Monica stood in front of the massive Faculty of Business building, smoothing out her white blouse. Today was her first day of the final semester, and the rumors were already flying about the new "Coaching and Viva" teacher.
Monica(fl)
(Adjusted her bag strap nervously) "I hope he’s not a monster. I heard he failed half the class last year.
Cindy
(Applying lip gloss) "I heard he’s handsome. That’s all that matters, Mon."
They entered the lecture hall. It was packed. Suddenly, the chatter died down. The door swung open, and a man walked in. He wasn't wearing a suit; he wore a crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a heavy tactical watch on his wrist. This was Nick.
Nick(ml)
—(Walked to the podium with a cold, rhythmic stride)
Nick(ml)
(Placed a leather folder on the table with a loud thud)
Nick(ml)
My name is Nick. I am your coaching teacher for the Viva voce and professional development. My rules are simple: don’t be late, and don’t be stupid
The entire room of girls gasped. He was strikingly handsome—sharp jawline, intense eyes, and a voice like deep velvet.
Monica(fl)
(Staring wide-eyed, heart racing)
Monica(fl)
(Whispering) "Oh no. He’s... he’s perfect."
Cindy
(Nudging her) "Forget the exam, I’m failing on purpose just to see him again."
Nick(ml)
(Scanned the room, his eyes lingering on Monica for a split second longer than the others)
Nick(ml)
Open your manuals. We start now
An hour into the lecture, the back door opened. Three people walked in, dressed as faculty members but carrying an air of confidence that didn't match typical teachers. These were the undercover team: Wilson, Marcus, and the beautiful Cassandra
Cassandra
(Walked straight to the podium, leaning against it casually)
Cassandra
Hey, Nick. Still acting like the world's grumpiest teacher?"
Nick(ml)
(A small, rare smirk played on his lips)
Nick(ml)
I’m working, Cass. What do you want?"
Cassandra
Reached out and playfully straightened Nick’s collar)
Cassandra
We’re going for lunch. The 'investigation' meeting is moved to 1:00 PM. Don’t be late, handsome."
Monica(fl)
(Clenched her pen so hard it almost snapped)
Monica(fl)
(Muttered under her breath) "Who does she think she is? Touching him like that?"
Wilson
(Laughed, slapping Nick on the back)
Wilson
"Come on, Professor. Give the kids a break. We need to talk about the 'trip' details."
Wilson
(Nodded at the students) "Nice class you got here, Nick. Very... innocent
The four "teachers" stood at the front, whispering and laughing. Cassandra kept leaning into Nick’s space, whispering things in his ear that made him chuckle. To the students, they looked like a tight-knit group of elite, attractive professionals. To Monica, it felt like a dagger to the heart.
Nick(ml)
Class dismissed. Review Chapter One."
The students began to leave, but Monica stayed behind, pretending to pack her bag slowly. She watched as Cassandra tucked her arm through Nick’s.
Cassandra
Nick, you're buying lunch today. You lost the bet."
Nick(ml)
Fine, fine. Just stop pulling my arm."
Monica(fl)
(Sat down angrily in her chair)
Monica(fl)
(Slammed her notebook into her bag)
Cindy
Whoa, Mon! You're going to break the desk. What’s wrong?"
Monica(fl)
Did you see her? She’s a teacher! She should be professional! Why is she hanging all over him?
Cindy
Maybe they’re dating? They look like a power couple."
Monica(fl)
(Stood up abruptly, her face red)
Monica(fl)
"I hate him! Why is he so cold to us but so sweet to her? It’s unfair
As the group of teachers headed for the exit, Monica "accidentally" crossed their path near the door. She bumped right into Nick.
Nick(ml)
(Steadied her by the shoulders, his touch firm and warm)
Nick(ml)
Careful, Monica. You should watch where you're going."
Monica(fl)
—(Looked up at him, her eyes burning with jealousy)
Monica(fl)
(Pulled away sharply)
Nick(ml)
—(Raised an eyebrow, looking confused)
Cassandra
(Smirking at Monica) "Is there a problem, student? You seem a bit... tense."
Monica(fl)
(Looking directly at Nick)
Wilson
(Whispering to Nick) "Whoa, she’s got a temper. What did you do to her, Nick?"
Monica(fl)
(Turned around and stomped away)
Once the door was shut and the students were gone, the "friendly" atmosphere shifted instantly. The smiles faded into serious, professional expressions.
Nick(ml)
(Let out a long breath, rubbing his temples)
Nick(ml)
That girl... Monica. She’s too observant. She’s going to be a problem."
Cassandra
(Checking her phone for data) "Actually, Nick... she’s perfect. We looked into the suspect’s profile again. He likes them young, university-aged, and exactly her 'innocent but fiery' type."
Wilson
You’re not suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, Cass?"
Wilson
Using a student as a lure? Nick will never agree to that. He’s already blushing just because she yelled at him
Nick(ml)
(His face turned a shade of pink, though his voice stayed stern)
Nick(ml)
No. It’s too dangerous. I am her teacher. I am an officer. I will protect her, not put her in the line of fire."
Cassandra
He’s already targeted three girls in this district, Nick. If we don’t use a lure we can control, he’ll pick someone we can’t protect. Think about it."
Nick(ml)
(Looked out the window, watching Monica walk across the campus courtyard)
Nick(ml)
(Clenched his fist)
Nick(ml)
"If she goes in... I go in as her primary cover. I won't let him touch a hair on her head."
That evening, Monica sat in her room, staring at her textbook. She was angry, yes, but her heart wouldn't stop thumping. She hated how much she liked him. She hated how Cassandra looked at him.
Monica(fl)
(Threw a pillow at the wall)
Monica(fl)
"Stupid, handsome, cold Teacher Nick!"
Little did she know, the "Cold Teacher" was currently sitting in a dark room with the three other teachers, looking at her photograph on a digital screen, planning a trip to the "Sugar Trap" that would change both their lives forever.
bait
The university was buzzing with a different kind of energy. It was February 14th—Valentine’s Day—and it was also the last day of school before the month-long semester break. The hallways were decorated with cheap red ribbons and heart-shaped balloons that seemed to mock Monica’s sour mood.
Monica(fl)
(Walking through the hallway, kicking a fallen rose petal)
Monica(fl)
A whole month without seeing his face... and he didn't even say goodbye properly."
Cindy
(Sighing) "At least you have a crush to be mad at. I have a stack of Viva notes. Look, there he is."
At the end of the corridor, Nick was standing with the three "teachers." They weren't laughing today. The air around them was thick and professional. Cassandra was holding a tablet, her face stern, while Marcus and Wilson stood like sentries on either side of Nick.
Monica(fl)
(Stopped walking, staring at them)
Monica(fl)
(Whispering) "Why do they look like they’re planning a war instead of a holiday?"
Suddenly, Nick’s eyes snapped toward Monica. There was no "teacher" softness in them. They were the eyes of a hunter—cold, calculating, and sharp.
Nick(ml)
Nodded to Wilson)
Wilson
(Walked toward Monica with a formal, stiff gait)
Wilson
Monica. Mr. Nick wants to see you in the Coaching Hall. Now."
The Coaching Hall was empty, the chairs stacked on the desks. The lights were dimmed, casting long, dramatic shadows across the floor. As Monica entered, the door clicked shut behind her.
Nick was sitting at the head of the room, but he wasn't looking at a textbook. He was cleaning a piece of high-tech equipment—a tiny, microscopic earpiece. On the desk sat a thick, crimson-red file with the words "STATE CONFIDENTIAL" stamped across it.
Monica(fl)
Stood by the door, her heart hammering)
Monica(fl)
You summoned me, Sir? I thought classes ended at noon."
Nick(ml)
(Didn't look up, his fingers moving with practiced, lethal precision
Nick(ml)
The semester is over, Monica. But your real coaching begins today."
Cassandra
(Stepped out from the shadows, leaning against the chalkboard)
Cassandra
We’ve been watching your performance all semester. Not just your grades... your personality. Your 'innocence'."
Monica(fl)
Sat down slowly in the front row, confused and angry)
Monica(fl)
What does my innocence have to do with anything?
Nick(ml)
Finally looked up. His gaze was so intense Monica felt like she couldn't breathe)
Nick(ml)
Forget everything you think you know about us. This isn't a university. And we aren't just here to teach you how to pass an exam."
Marcus walked to the front and flipped the projector on. Instead of slides about business management, the screen filled with grainy, night-vision photos. Figures in black tactical gear, blurred faces of criminals, and a map of a luxury resort in Langkawi
Monica(fl)
Gasped, pointing at a figure in one of the photos)
Monica(fl)
Is that... you, Nick? With a gun?
Nick(ml)
(His voice went an octave deeper, cold and detached)
Nick(ml)
Investigation Officer Naufal Nicholas. That is my name. This 'teacher' role is a shadow. A cover."
Nick(ml)
For the next month, the country is on holiday. But for us, it’s the peak of a two-year hunt. There is a man. A predator. He likes girls who look just like you—smart, young, and seemingly unaware of the world's darkness."
Monica(fl)
(Looking from the screen to Nick’s stony face)
Monica(fl)
So, what? You were just using this class to find a victim? Was everything a lie?"
Nick(ml)
We aren't looking for a victim. We are looking for a partner. Someone who can walk into the lion’s den while we watch from the shadows."
Cassandra
The question is, little girl, do you have the spine for it? Or are you only good at throwing tantrums in the hallway?"
Monica(fl)
(Shot a look of pure hatred at Cassandra)
Monica(fl)
I have more spine than you think."
The clock struck 5:00 PM. Outside, the sounds of students laughing and going on Valentine’s dates drifted through the window. Nick stood up and walked toward Monica. For a second, her "crush" side hoped he would say something sweet—maybe acknowledge the red rose sticking out of her bag.
Instead, he reached into the red file and pulled out a single, black envelope.
Nick(ml)
(Placed the envelope on her desk. He didn't touch her hand, keeping a strict, professional distance)
Nick(ml)
Happy Valentine’s Day, Monica."
Monica(fl)
(Looked at the envelope, then at him)
Monica(fl)
"Is this... a card?"
Nick(ml)
(His jaw tightened. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but his 'shy' and 'professional' walls were too high)
Nick(ml)
It’s a non-disclosure agreement. And a plane ticket."
Monica(fl)
(Opened it. No hearts. No 'I like you'. Just legal jargon and a flight to Langkawi departing in 48 hours.)
Monica(fl)
Wow. You really know how to make a girl feel special, Officer Nick
Nick(ml)
This isn't a date. It’s a deployment. If you sign that, you are no longer my student. You are my responsibility. My life depends on your performance, and your life depends on my protection."
Monica(fl)
(Slammed her pen down on the desk, signing the paper without reading the fine print)
Monica(fl)
I don't care about the mission. I just want to see how long you can keep that cold mask on."
The team began to clear out. Marcus and Wilson took the projector; Cassandra gave Nick a playful pat on the shoulder that made Monica’s blood boil.
Cassandra
See you at the safehouse, Nick. Don't be too hard on the 'bait'."
They left. It was just Nick and Monica in the darkening classroom. The Valentine’s balloons outside the door popped one by one in the heat.
Nick(ml)
(Finally turned around. His face was pale, his hands gripped the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles were white)
Nick(ml)
Go home. Pack light. No bright colors. No perfumes."
Monica(fl)
(Walked to the door, stopping at the threshold)
Monica(fl)
I hate you, Nick. I really do.
Nick(ml)
(Whispering to the empty room as she walked away)
Nick(ml)
"I know. It’s safer that way."
The scene ends with Monica standing at the university gate, clutching the black envelope. She looks at the red roses other girls are carrying and tosses her own into the trash. She isn't a student anymore. She is a lure. And the man she loves is the one who just cast the line.
training
Nick(ml)
(Pulled a hidden lever disguised as a rusted fuse box)
Monica(fl)
(Watched in shock as a section of the concrete floor hissed and retracted, revealing a high-tech metal staircase)
They descended into a sprawling, climate-controlled bunker. It was a world of blue glowing screens, weapon racks, and high-frequency scanners.
Monica(fl)
(Looking around, eyes wide with astonishment)
Monica(fl)
What is this place? Is this a movie set?"
Nick(ml)
(Walking past her, his boots echoing on the metal floor)
Nick(ml)
"This is a Black Site. We are the Special Investigation Unit of the Federal Police. We don't exist on paper, Monica. The people you saw in class? They aren't teachers. They are the best tactical minds in the country."
Monica(fl)
(Stopped in front of a giant monitor)
Monica(fl)
And why me? Out of all the people in Malaysia, why did you target me for this?"
Nick(ml)
(His jaw tightened, he looked at his feet)
Nick(ml)
I didn't. Ask her."
He gestured toward Cassandra, who was sharpening a small tactical knife at a workbench
Monica(fl)
(Walked up to her, voice trembling but firm)
Monica(fl)
Why, Madam? Why did you pick me to be a 'Sugar Trap'?"
Cassandra
(Set the knife down and looked Monica up and down with a clinical gaze)
Cassandra
Logic, Monica. Pure logic. The target is a 24-year-old billionaire’s son. He’s bored of models and influencers. He’s obsessed with 'purity.' He wants someone who looks like they’ve never been kissed, someone who looks like they’d cry if they broke a glass. You have that face. You have that aura. If I sent an agent, he’d smell the training on her. But you? You’re authentically innocent."
The bunker had a "Wardrobe and Disguise" section that looked like a high-end boutique trapped in a prison. Cassandra dragged Monica toward a vanity mirror with bright, blinding lights
Monica(fl)
(Sat down angrily as Cassandra began applying makeup)
Monica(fl)
"I don't need all this paint. You said he wants innocence. Those men will fall for my face just the way it is."
Cassandra
(Smirking, blending a subtle shimmer onto Monica’s eyelids)
Cassandra
He wants innocence, yes, but he also wants a 'prize.' We’re making you look like a diamond that hasn't been polished yet. You need to look expensive, but unaware of your own value."
Nick(ml)
(Watching from a distance, leaning against a weapon crate)
Nick(ml)
(Clenched his fist as he saw Monica’s transformation)
Cassandra pulled out a garment bag and zipped it open. Inside was a silk, champagne-colored slip dress with a dangerously low back and a slit that ran high up the thigh.
Monica(fl)
(Gasped) "I can't wear that! It’s... it’s basically a nightgown!
Cassandra
"It’s bait. Now, put it on. And these."
She dropped a pair of six-inch stiletto heels in front of Monica.
Ten minutes later, Monica emerged from the changing area. She looked breathtaking. The silk dress clung to her curves like a second skin, and her long hair had been styled into soft, effortless waves. She looked like a forbidden angel.
Nick(ml)
(Turned around to say something, but the words died in his throat)
Nick(ml)
(His face went from pale to a deep, burning red)
Nick(ml)
(Quickly adjusted his tactical vest to hide his heartbeat)
Monica(fl)
(Wobbling on the high heels, her ankles shaking)
Monica(fl)
"I feel ridiculous. How am I supposed to catch a criminal if I can't even walk?"
Cassandra
Practice. Walk toward Nick. He’s the target. Lure him."
Monica took one step. Then another. Her legs felt like jelly. She was staring at Nick, her eyes locked onto his, trying to channel the "innocent but alluring" vibe Cassandra wanted. But as she took a third step, the thin heel caught in a groove of the metal floor.
Monica(fl)
(Gave a small cry as her balance vanished)
Nick(ml)
(Moved faster than a bullet)
Nick(ml)
(Caught her by the waist, pulling her flush against his chest to steady her)
The bunker went silent. The hum of the computers was the only sound. Monica’s hands were pressed against Nick’s chest, feeling the hard plates of his tactical vest and the thundering heart beneath it. Nick’s arms were wrapped tightly around her, his fingers digging slightly into the soft silk of her dress.
Monica(fl)
(Whispering) "Did I... did I do it right, Teacher?"
Monica(fl)
(Looking up at him, her breath hitching)
Nick(ml)
(Staring down at her, his eyes dark and full of a conflict he couldn't hide)
Nick(ml)
(His voice was raspy and low) "You’re going to get us both killed, Monica."
Monica(fl)
(Smirked despite her fear) "Because I’m a bad student?"
Nick(ml)
(Slowly released her, his hands trembling as he stepped back)
Nick(ml)
Because I don't think I can let you walk out of this bunker and into his sight."
Wilson
(Whistled from the back of the room)
Wilson
"Whoa! If the target reacts like Nick just did, the mission will be over in five minutes. Someone get the Captain some cold water!"
Monica(fl)
(Straightened her dress, her cheeks flushed pink)
Monica(fl)
(Sat down angrily on a nearby crate)
Monica(fl)
I hate those heels. And I hate this mission.
Nick(ml)
(Turned his back to her, barking orders to Marcus to hide his embarrassment)
Nick(ml)
Load the gear! We move to Langkawi at midnight! Marcus, check the perimeter! Monica... go change. Now."
Monica watched him walk away. He was acting like a cold officer again, but she had felt his heart racing. She knew the truth now: The "Cold Teacher" was terrified of the "Innocent Trap" she had become.
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