Chapter 4
The girl lowers her head when Nessie's gaze fall on her. She has failed three times in Linus' cla.s.s. If she fails one more time, the academy will not let her stay here. Her father… She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a breath. There's no way that she's going back like this. She will convince the teacher to pa.s.s her, even if she has to give herself to him.
When Nessie sees the girl, she doesn't show any emotion on her face. Honestly, it can't get more awkward. Under the penetrating gaze of the students, she keeps a cool facade despite the tornadoes rising from the anxiety in her body. She sits in the chair and puts her legs one over the other. She picks up the roster from the table and opens it, placing it on her crotch. It's not like she doesn't know about b.o.n.e.rs. But this doesn't feel like a b.o.n.e.r. The b.a.l.l.s are asking for a scratch. It's already uncomfortable to walk with too many things between her legs. What should she do? She has to bear with it. Being a man is hard.
In the cla.s.sroom that consists of six male students and three female students, the youngest and smallest one looks like a five year old human boy and the oldest one is that girl who was in bed with her around an hour ago. Nessie ignores her uneasy peeks and scans the rest of the students. After seeing the dogman, it's not shocking to see a chubby leopard in a male uniform and a gargoyle in a skirt.
The females sink into their seats when Nessie looks at them. There's obvious disgust in their eyes that they are trying hard to hide. In contrast to the girls, the boys are rather relaxed. Only the youngest albino boy meets her gaze with an emotionless face. Nessie might not be a magical being who can read people's mind, but she can tell that this mage is not liked by his students.
The awkward silence grows heavier.
"Ahem!" Nessie clears her throat and glances at the cla.s.s roster. She blinks her eyes a few times at the strange characters. s.h.i.+t! This isn't English. She knits her brow together and stares hard. The strange words don't seem unfamiliar to her. So, the mage's body might have forgotten the explicit memories, but it still
"Yes, Teacher." The girl with grey hair stands up abruptly. The teacher isn't going to kick her out, is he? She curls her fingers and tenses her shoulders, fighting back her tears. Her father will have her buried alive if she fails and goes back home.
"Oh!" Nessie stares at Sylvia Feathers. So, that's her name. Somehow, it suits the girl who is always trembling like a little baby bird. Nessie waves her hand, signalling her to sit down. "I was just testing."
Testing what? Sylvia dares to look at the mage. But her teacher has his eyes back on the roster.
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"Teacher." The five years old boy with a round face asks the teacher, "When will we get our results of the level one lest?"
A few students look at Nessie with expectations while the other eyes her with 'Don't announce the results today, Teacher' look on their faces.
It's no different from the usual cla.s.ses on planet earth. The corner of Nessie's lips curls up. Whether it's planet earth or this world, there will always be students who are on the verge of losing their lives on the day of the results. The only difference is that the world is different and there's some variety in the cla.s.sroom. She isn't a fool to believe that these students are ordinary.
In any case, she didn't find any grade list in the mage's room when she was looking for money. Heck! There's nothing in the roster either. What was the mage going to do? Did this mage used to give the grade that he wanted to give to the student or…
Nessie glances at Sylvia who is biting her rosy lips.
The mage liked to take advantage of his students. Nessie's face turns sour. Why did she transmigrate into the body of an a.r.s.ehole? If she was this mage's student, she would have kicked this mage's annoying b.a.l.l.s that are still asking for a scratch right now.
She takes a sharp breath. The students are watching her with keen eyes, a.n.a.lyzing her every action in silence. In her previous life, Nessie only had a bachelor degree. She never taught a student before. She was the type of students who would often skip her cla.s.ses.
"Today." Nessie smiles at her not-so-ordinary students. It doesn't hurt to be polite first and mean later. "We are going to have another test. This test will decide your final grades."
The students' faces turn blank. What is the teacher saying? They had the semester exam around a week ago. What is the meaning of another test? Though they are upset about the sudden test, they don't protest the mage's decision. Making him angry is worse than taking another test.
"Another test?" Sylvia mumbles, widening her eyes. She has another chance to stay at the academy. Did the teacher change his decision because she did that to him? The girl purses her lips. If she has to do it again, she will do it. She will do anything to stay at the academy.
"Is it going to be the same test?" The little albino boy asks with a light smile. The teacher is acting strange today. What is going inside his head? "It would be boring if you toss us into the arena with the beasts again."
The leopard growls at the little boy who pays no heed to him. The gargoyle rolls her eyes. The rest of the students pretend that they didn't hear anything.
What happened here? The aloof little boy seems like one of those top snarky students who never gets along with anyone in the cla.s.s. Nessie ignores the interruption and speaks with an enthusiastic tone, "No, we won't do the same test. The test is quite simple. I am sure that all of you can do well in this test."
The little boy raises his brow. Unless the teacher is asking them to write their names, he doubts if everyone can do well in the test. Then again, there are those who can't even write their names right.
"You have to write a report." Nessie presses her palms together in excitement. Her eyes s.h.i.+ne bright. "On me."
Is there another faster way to find out about the mage? She needs to know everything about this body -- age, family and history. The students are not the best source of information, but this is the only way to find out without raising any suspicion.
The little boy mutters under his breath, "Overgrown narcissistic child."
Nessie: "..."