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Silence hung heavy in the classroom, broken only by the scratch of pens and the drone of the fan. At the front, Daniela Avanzini stood rigid, her folded arms and freezing gaze commanding absolute order. In the back, a struggling student hesitated before raising a trembling hand. “Miss… I don’t get this,” she whispered. Daniela’s eyes flicked to her, cold and unblinking, but she turned away, choosing to praise a perfect answer from the front row instead. The girl’s hope dimmed, but she tried again, her voice pleading. Daniela walked down the aisle, her heels clicking sharply against the tile. She stopped at the desk, looking down at the messy notebook with disdain. “Then try harder,” she said, her voice cutting like ice. She offered no help, only a harsh truth. As she turne…