After a morning run, Mu’en returned to the dormitory.
At this point, the entire dormitory area seemed to have awakened, with noisy voices constantly rising.
Mu’en returned to his room and took a cold shower.
The cold water stimulated his skin, washed away the sweat, and invigorated his spirits.
After showering, Mu’en looked at his refreshed self in the mirror, stroking his chin in admiration.
“Mm, perfect.”
“Still that handsome dandy.”
Although looks are hard to change quickly, Mu’en felt that a different spirit could make others perceive him a bit differently.
He must change his image in others’ eyes quickly; otherwise, everyone seeing him would have a shocked expression as if he was possessed by an evil god, which was quite enough.
…
In the auditorium.
The opening ceremony was about to begin.
Mu’en arrived a few minutes early and followed the guides to the second-year seating area.
About half the seats were already filled.
Mu’en chose a relatively empty spot to sit down.
In the original book, due to Mu’en Campbell’s status and personality, he had basically no good relationships with classmates at the academy aside from a few “toadies.”
So no one was greeting him now either.
However, Mu’en felt that many curious gazes lingered on him, as if he were a rare giant panda.
“Strange.”
Mu’en looked around.
Many students quickly diverted their gaze when they saw him turn, but he still felt many eyes stuck on him like sticky candy, hard to shake off.
“Although I’m indeed a bit of a celebrity in the academy, it shouldn’t attract this much attention, right?”
“Could it be… my apology to Ariel is having an effect?”
Mu’en smiled to himself, suddenly realizing.
It seemed that his apology to Ariel had spread.
“If that’s the case… they’re looking at me out of curiosity about whether I’ve really turned over a new leaf.”
“Then I must put on a show.”
“This is a good opportunity to improve my image in others’ eyes; I can’t miss it.”
Mu’en felt secretly pleased, straightened his back, and displayed what he thought was a perfect smile.
Paired with his naturally handsome face, his charm level skyrocketed, and several young girls from the first-year area began to notice him and emitted small, starry squeals.
But in other areas…
“Oh no, Mu’en Campbell is looking this way, quickly look away…”
“Huh? He smiled at me! Oh no, he must be interested in me.”
“No way, I don’t want to be caught up with him, I might get sunk by his battleship!”
Such whispers circulated among the girls.
Unfortunately, they were too far away for Mu’en to hear.
And closer to those girls…
“Jerk! Who are you calling a battleship!”
Hearing those words, Ariel’s eyes widened with rage, wanting to rush over and tear apart these gossiping girls.
“Calm down, Ariel, this is the auditorium. If you act here, it will be a big problem.”
Lia grabbed Ariel’s slim waist, trying desperately to hold her back:
“And even if you’re a bit flat-chested and toughened, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re talking about you!”
“Lia.”
“Hm? What’s up?”
“Whose side are you on, you little gossip?”
“Ah! No, Ariel, don’t scratch! The ceremony is starting, haha, it’s starting.”
Buzz—
The sharp noise from the magic loudspeaker interrupted the girls’ playful banter.
On the large podium in the auditorium, the pink bear-shaped doll clapped its paws on the magic loudspeaker, cautiously saying:
“Hello, hello—can you hear me? Good, seems like you can hear me.”
“Hm?”
Mu’en also looked up at the comically out-of-place pink bear on the stage.
“Is this supposed to liven up the opening ceremony?”
In an opening ceremony like this, to specifically invite someone in a mascot costume to engage the crowd seemed to suggest that the academy’s higher-ups weren’t as rigid as he’d imagined.
“Then… can I ask everyone to return to their seats and sit quietly?”
The pink bear’s voice was lazily mundane, much like a middle-aged man with no job, but as its voice spread throughout the auditorium, an invisible rule seemed to take effect, and all the students returned to their seats, instantly making the large auditorium of a thousand-person capacity silent enough to hear a pin drop.
“Seems like the students are quite obedient.”
The pink bear nodded in satisfaction.
“Since that’s the case, I won’t waste your time. Let me briefly introduce myself.”
“My name is Pink Bear.”
“I am your new Dean.”
Oh, it’s the dean.
The role played by this pink bear is quite comical; it almost made Mu’en chuckle…
Wait, did he just say who he was?
Mu’en widened his eyes in shock, staring at the podium.
The dean?
This comical pink bear claims to be the dean?!
No way!
In the original book, wasn’t the dean of St. Maria Academy a mature woman with a voluptuous figure and a large chest, dressed in a deep V-cut professional suit that revealed a hint of lace trim, paired with black stockings and ten-centimeter high heels, stomping around the academy?
The original description was exceedingly enticing… no, rather, it was very engaging, so Mu’en had high expectations.
After all, the original Mu’en had slept through the last opening ceremony and had no idea what the dean looked like.
But why did it have to be a ridiculous pink bear that completely lacked any exploratory desire here?
This unboxing was not only wrong—it was a complete mismatch!
I wanted a life-size realistic lady, but you delivered me a plush bear?!
Plush bears are cute, but they can’t satisfy my longing… my expectations!
Meanwhile, the students below finally reacted, letting out gasps that nearly tore the ceiling off the auditorium.
It seemed they couldn’t tolerate having a mature woman suddenly transformed into a toy bear either.
“Ahem.”
The pink bear coughed lightly.
The sound was not loud, but it instantly overshadowed the chaos of the entire auditorium.
“I know many students are quite dissatisfied; indeed, switching from a beautiful and frosty mature lady to me, this cute pink bear, is quite a drop.
But I can’t help it; your Dean Heatherwei has been reassigned above for some reason to complete other work, so I can only temporarily take on the dean’s position.
I know many students are very dissatisfied about this, but—”
Suddenly, the pink bear’s mouth opened wide, and from that unseen darkness, a thick, muscular arm covered in hair reached out.
The arm stretched out slowly, then pointed at everyone… giving them the middle finger.
“I don’t even want to be this dean, you bastards! This is so annoying!”
The pink bear roared with a low, gruff voice.
“If you have any problems, go to the higher-ups! I’m just a poor worker forced to fill in! I was basking under the sun on a beautiful beach, watching my legs, and then suddenly dragged here to be this dean, with strict warnings from above that I absolutely cannot touch female students, do you think I want this?”
“No, I don’t want to be a dean who can’t touch lively and cute female students; it holds no meaning!”
…
With the pink bear’s angry outburst, the auditorium fell silent once more.
Even Mu’en unconsciously gawked, nearly swallowing a goose egg.
Retracting his previous thoughts, this pink bear was not cute at all.
“Hmph, so it’s just a bunch of boring kids?”
Seemingly having vented its emotions enough, the pink bear pulled its hand back and continued in a lazy voice tinged with weakness:
“Well, that’s it for the talk; I don’t have much to say, just greeting you all.
So… then I wish each student a happy end of the semester.
Mm, that’s all.”
After speaking, the pink bear tossed aside the magic loudspeaker and swayed away with an indifferent gait.
While walking, it kicked over a teacup that had been soaking goji berries, clearly annoyed.
A middle-aged teacher nearby dared not express his anger.
…
“Ah, it’s your turn to take the stage, little Celicia~”
Behind the scenes, the pink bear suddenly switched personalities, speaking in a flashy voice to Celicia in a sycophantic manner.
“Aren’t you nervous? Do you want to take a break? Let those useless students wait a bit longer.”
“Father unexpectedly sent you to temporarily manage the academy.”
Celicia looked at the pink bear, confusion evident in her icy gaze.
“Aren’t they afraid you’ll really stir up some trouble?”
“Trouble? Can I really stir up any trouble?”
With an innocent expression of “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the pink bear said, “I’m a person who loves peace, okay?”
“…” Celicia’s eyes grew even cooler.
“Alright, alright, I swear I won’t cause any trouble; please be assured, little Celicia!”
The pink bear raised its hands in surrender: “Ah, don’t look at me like that, I’m going to feel sad.”
“…So?”
Ignoring the pink bear’s slip of the tongue, Celicia asked:
“What on earth happened to make Dean Heatherwei leave her beloved academy?”
“Haha, it’s nothing much.”
The pink bear twisted its robust “slim waist,” bashfully stating:
“Maybe she went out specifically to meet her little lover.”
“The Oath of Silence?”
Celicia’s eyes flashed slightly.
“Then I probably understand what happened.”
The fact that even a powerhouse like the pink bear had to remain silent about what occurred could only mean an Oath of Silence sworn in the name of divinity was involved.
Combining that with Dean Heatherwei’s research interests, it wasn’t hard to guess what had happened.
“An evil god?”
Celicia murmured softly, then stopped wasting time on the pink bear and turned towards the stage.
It was time for her as the student council president to speak.
“Oh my, indeed, little Celicia, you’re really hard to fool.”
Looking at Celicia’s retreating figure, the pink bear stretched out a hand from its “mouth,” rubbing its head helplessly.
“Ah, right.”
While scratching its head, the pink bear suddenly remembered something, its comical bear face turning profoundly serious.
“I almost forgot my purpose!”
“I need to rush to Dean Heatherwei’s office before those rigid teachers and professors realize!”
The pink bear looked around, confirming that no one was watching, and solemnly muttered to itself:
“In the mature lady’s office, there might still be some exciting things left.”
…
“Ah, it’s Celicia.”
Still stunned from being given the middle finger by a pink bear, when Mu’en saw the high-cold and exquisite figure come into view, he felt as if his soul had been purified.
“She hasn’t changed at all.”
Mu’en leaned on his hands, intently studying the figure on the stage.
With long, cascading hair like the Milky Way, and delicate eyelashes fluttering, she seemed to intertwine light and shadows.
She was still breathtakingly beautiful, standing there like a high-altitude snow lotus swaying gently.
“Feels like… the previous incident hadn’t affected her at all.”
So aloof.
So enchanting.
Even with what had happened earlier, it could not leave a single blemish on her pure, flawless petals.
Instead, it only made the instigator feel ashamed.
But that’s perfectly fine, isn’t it?
Watching that figure, Mu’en silently thought.
Always keeping her noble soul unblemished, that’s Celicia.
…
“Golden September, with the autumn breeze… in this…”
Interestingly enough, Celicia’s speech turned out to be unexpectedly ordinary.
It sounded just like every principal’s speech Mu’en had heard in his past life.
However, perhaps because of the earlier shock given by the pink bear dean, the students below listened particularly attentively this time.
After the speech, applause erupted like thunder.
Once Celicia finished and left, the heads of departments took turns explaining some important points while promoting their respective departments to the first-year students, hoping that the new students would choose their courses.
St. Maria Academy’s structure was somewhat different from Mu’en’s previous school; there were no fixed classes, providing much more freedom. Students could choose the courses they wanted to study, much like universities from his past life.
There wasn’t even a distinction between compulsory and elective courses; as long as a student completed enough credits by the end of the year, they could freely choose.
Though this selection opportunity was only available when freshmen enrolled, making changes to courses afterward would involve complicated procedures.
But this was also to prevent students from whimsically switching paths, failing to learn persistence.
Therefore, for freshmen, this choice was crucial and could determine their future paths, making it extremely important; they also had three days to audit and visit every classroom to make their choices.
However, for returning students, the first class of the new semester would begin after the opening ceremony.
“The first class… is an Introduction to Basic Magic, right?”
Mu’en glanced at his schedule.
“Perfect, as my first class, it’s highly suitable.”
A smile crept onto Mu’en’s face.
Since this was called an Introduction to Basic Magic, it would surely cover the fundamentals of magic. Compared to Professor Plon’s practical magic class, it would be far more appropriate for a magic novice like Mu’en.
“The first class of learning magic is also the first class I started my journey; just wait and see, I’ll show you a different Mu’en Campbell!”
With newfound determination, Mu’en walked towards the bright future like a warrior about to step onto the battlefield.
…
The Clock Tower.
Introduction to Basic Magic Classroom.
This was almost identical to the university lecture halls from his previous life—a massive tiered classroom that could accommodate hundreds of students. However, when Mu’en arrived, he was the only one there.
“I’m the first one to arrive?”
Mu’en glanced at the time; there were less than fifteen minutes before class started.
It seemed freedom could also breed a degree of laziness.
The pressure to enter classrooms at large universities wasn’t absent at St. Maria.
Of course, this world wasn’t hyper-competitive, so the opposite trend of rushing in early to claim seats had yet to take root.
“Then I’ll just wait.”
Mu’en neatly arranged his textbook in front of him, sitting up straight, quietly waiting for time to pass.
“I shouldn’t waste this time either.”
With this thought, Mu’en closed his eyes.
…
“Damn it! That move has such a variation!”
Mu’en suddenly opened his eyes, an intense aura unintentionally radiating from him.
“Ah!”
Mu’en heard a gasp.
Turning around, he saw a young girl clutching a book, looking at him in astonishment, completely unaware that the book had fallen to the ground.
Uh-oh, my fierce battle-ready expression scared her.
Mu’en reacted quickly, hurriedly smoothing his face into a gentle expression and smiling at the young girl:
“Sorry, did I scare you?”
“N-no…” The young girl looked like she might cry.
“Then… let me help you pick up your book.”
“No need, I can do it myself!”
The young girl quickly squatted down to gather her books, as if she were afraid that Mu’en’s touch would contaminate her with something terrible.
Yet, she seemed incredibly nervous; after all, they were just a few books, yet her trembling hands took forever to collect them.
Finally, after she picked up the books, she hurried past Mu’en and reached the third row… The young girl thought for a moment but ultimately took a seat in the fifth row.
“Strange, am I that scary?”
Mu’en scratched his face in confusion.
Why does this little girl act like she’s seen a top-tier scumbag who’s trampling on a dozen boats, so afraid of being too close that she might get hurt?
No, wait.
It must be that my earlier fierce expression was too intimidating; I need to maintain my smile, always smile.
Mu’en checked the time.
Five minutes left.
Class should be starting soon.
The others should arrive soon too.
Just as he pondered this, it seemed he had activated some switch, and numerous students streamed in.
From the thick notebooks and materials they carried, Mu’en deduced that most were diligent, high-achieving students.
When these top students saw Mu’en sitting in the center of the first row, they all paused momentarily, quickly pulling their companions along to sit further back.
At least five rows separated them from Mu’en.
Thus, the incoming students continued to fill seats by skipping five rows back, and soon a large semicircle gap opened up around Mu’en, with nobody sitting near him.
“No way.”
At this moment, even Mu’en, who was trying to keep smiling, felt taken aback.
Am I some kind of ultimate pathogen? Why is everyone so far away from me?
But Mu’en wasn’t the only one taken aback.
Just before the class bell was about to ring, many students who had not properly worn their uniforms, with messy dyed hair and adorned with accessories such as earrings and nose rings—obviously “problematic” students—sneaked in through the back door.
Upon entering, they looked stunned.
Where are the seats?
Where’s my comfortable and warm seat in the back, where I wouldn’t worry about the teacher calling me, able to sleep through the class?
Why is it all occupied by these seemingly good students?
Scanning the classroom, they noticed Mu’en sitting in the front row… and the empty seat beside him.
But ultimately… they didn’t choose to sit there.
Although they didn’t mind sitting next to Mu’en, it was the front row! Have you ever seen any troublemaker sitting in the front?
Absolutely impossible.
They would rather stand, their legs numb and unable to sleep, than sit in the front!
“What the hell is going on?”
Ariel, nearly late, struggled to squeeze out of the crowd with Lia, looking at the usual lively back rows, astonished.
Where’s my seat?
Where’s my back-row window seat homeland?
What happened to it?
And why are there so many people blocking the way?
“What should we do?”
Lia tugged at Ariel’s arm, pointing at Mu’en in the front row and asking:
“Should we go sit over there?”
“No way!”
Ariel shot her eyes wide open in anger, saying:
“Have you forgotten? The previous incident has spread so much; if I were to sit next to Mu’en Campbell now, who knows what crazy version of gossip would emerge!”
“That makes sense. So what now…”
“Stand.”
Ariel gritted her teeth.
“Standing to listen to class isn’t that big of a deal.”
…
…
“Um… Professor Plon, I’m a bit nervous.”
Outside the classroom.
The new teacher, Fulan, timidly spoke to Professor Plon beside her, saying:
“What if I run into issues during class later? I’m so afraid I won’t teach the students well and they’ll dislike me.”
“Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous; nothing will go wrong.”
Face to Fulan, Professor Plon offered rare kindness and reassurances:
“The first class is something every teacher must go through. During this class, students tend to be very forgiving toward teachers. Trust me; they won’t dislike you.”
“Is… is that so?”
“Mm, as long as you perform like you did in your trial lesson, everything will be fine.”
Professor Plon smiled, saying: “These students may have a few naughty ones, but they’re all lovely children.”
“Oh, in that case, I’ll feel more at ease.”
Fulan patted her chest, feeling the waves of anxiety.
At the same time, she felt excited.
Lovely students…
I wonder what they will be like.
As she thought this, Professor Plon had already brought Fulan into the classroom, and Fulan looked ahead with anticipation.
Mm, as for teachers, when it comes to lovely students, it must be these good students sitting in the front; she has to be…
Huh?
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Where are the good students?
Why is it that in the first few rows, except for a dazzlingly handsome blonde young man, there’s no one else?
Fulan raised her head to see that all students were sitting back several rows, and many would rather stand than sit up front.
This situation…
This situation…
It’s like…
They already dislike their teacher?
I haven’t even started class, and they despise me already?
“Professor Plon…”
Fulan looked at Professor Plon with teary eyes.
“Weren’t you the one who said they wouldn’t dislike me?”
“Wait, let me assess the current situation.”
Professor Plon also looked puzzled.
But he just hesitated for a moment, and his sharp eyes quickly caught sight of someone who shouldn’t be sitting in that position.
“Mu’en Campbell! What on earth are you doing?”
“Me?”
Suddenly being called out, Mu’en looked dumbfounded and spread his hands, saying:
“I haven’t done anything.”
“Done nothing? Then why are you sitting in this position?”
A guy who usually naps in the last row suddenly moves to the front row; it’s a questionable decision.
“Why can’t I sit in the front row? I just want to be closer (to the blackboard).”
Mu’en was shocked:
“Do you mean to say seating is dependent on grades now?”
“Well, that’s not it. Of course, you can sit wherever you want.”
Professor Plon’s eyes darkened with suspicion, “But sitting in this position always feels wrong.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it! I just want to learn properly!”
Mu’en couldn’t help but wail.
I just want to be a good student! Why is it so difficult?
“You—” Professor Plon wanted to say more, but then he remembered Mu’en’s recent behavior.
Perhaps… he genuinely meant it?
If that was the case, Professor Plon took a deep breath and turned to those distant students at the back, shouting:
“What are you all doing? Hurry and take your seats!”
“But…”
“No ‘buts,’ just sit down!”
Professor Plon’s authoritative gaze swept through the crowd, eventually stopping at Ariel.
Seeing his valued Ariel mixing in with those troublemakers made Professor Plon frown, and he slammed his hand on the desk beside Mu’en, saying:
“Ariel Bugarde, you come over here!”
“Huh? Why?”
“No ‘why,’ I’m giving you the best seat; don’t resist!”
The best…
Seeing Mu’en Campbell beside that seat, Ariel’s face twitched involuntarily.
But out of respect for Professor Plon’s usual authority, even though she was very reluctant… she dragged Lia over to sit next to Mu’en.
“Hello again, Miss Ariel.” Mu’en smiled and greeted her.
“You…”
Seeing Mu’en smiling, Ariel felt her face contort with anger and turned her head away with a huff.
“Huh?”
Mu’en was taken aback.
Did I say something wrong?
“It seems she still dislikes me.”
Mu’en scratched his head, then turned to the other side.
The other side was occupied by a delinquent who had been dragged over by Professor Plon. Mu’en recognized him; he should have hung out with the original owner for some time.
In that case…
“Hello.” Mu’en also smiled and greeted him.
“…”
The delinquent’s face twitched and huffed coldly, turning away with a proud tilt.
Mu’en: ???
“Hmph, why does it have to be like this? Why can’t people just be nice?”
Watching students fill all the seats again, Professor Plon grumbled and tapped his cane, then looked at Fulan.
“Let’s start the class, Teacher Fulan.”
“Okay… okay.”
Fulan nodded vigorously, then turned to the students in front and forced a smile, saying:
“Um… hello everyone, I’m Fulan Foduo. From now on, I will be your teacher for the second-year Introduction to Basic Magic course. I hope to gain everyone’s support.”
“……”
Below there was a dead silence.
Fulan glanced to the left.
The delinquent dressed strangely was sitting there, chewing on something while occasionally displaying a cold smile.
Then she looked to the right.
A girl with a face as dark as a pan was turned toward the window, seemingly uninterested in the teacher.
Fulan felt a wave of sorrow; Professor Plon, are these children really lovable?
Why do they behave so differently from my expectations?
“Good!”
Only Mu’en, the handsome blonde young man in the center, was clapping vigorously, “Hello, teacher!”
“Hello, students.”
Fulan couldn’t help but feel emotional.
It seems there are still good students after all.
Look at this handsome blonde young man, he’s good-looking and polite; aside from his name sounding a bit familiar…
Wait? The name?
He’s called Mu’en Campbell, right? That name… seems like I’ve heard it somewhere!
Where could it be…
Oh, in the previous teacher’s comments or perhaps in some newspaper.
That’s right, a newspaper!
Mu’en Campbell, the legendary son of a duke, the ultimate scumbag who tramples on thirteen boats while forcing his ex-girlfriend to abort!
Fulan’s mind went blank, unable to resist looking aside.
Professor Plon, save me…
However, Professor Plon suddenly received a phone call.
He picked up the communication stone, listening to the message coming from the other side.
“What?”
Professor Plon exploded in anger: “Those little rascals in the fifth year blew up the teaching building during an experiment? They blew up the floor where the magical beasts are housed? Now the magical beasts have all escaped? Damn it, I knew keeping magical creatures next to the lab would cause problems someday; you just wait, I’m coming right over!”
After hanging up, Professor Plon looked at Fulan with a touch of apology.
“Sorry, I have to step out for a moment. I’ll leave the rest to you, Teacher Fulan.”
“Eh? Wait.”
“I believe you can manage!”
Professor Plon gave her a thumbs up and tried to boost her confidence before vanishing instantly.
“…”
Don’t cry, don’t cry, this little setback won’t defeat me.
Fulan blinked hard, forcing back the tears in her eyes, then turned her head, smiling stiffly as she said:
“Well then, everyone, let’s get started with the class.”
Here it comes!
Mu’en immediately perked up.
He had prepared for so long, just for this moment!
No matter the subject, the first class is very important, so he can’t miss a single word.
For a student like him with no background knowledge, the best way to learn was to follow the teacher’s pace.
“Please take out your textbooks.”
Mm, take out textbooks.
“Open to the first page.”
Mm, open to the first page.
“Through the table of contents, find the chapter on the Fundamentals of Multipart Continuous Chanting.”
Mm, find…
Wait? Something feels off?
“Today, the content of our class will be the basic knowledge of Multipart Continuous Chanting. If any student has questions, please raise your hand.”
“Teacher, I have a question.”
“Um… Mu’en… Mu’en Campbell, right? Please go ahead.”
“Um… why do we have to start learning from such profound knowledge about Multipart Continuous Chanting?”
Mu’en widened his innocent eyes, asking curiously.
“Why can’t we start with something simpler?”
“Simpler?”
Fulan tilted her head in confusion: “But this is already the simplest.”
“Nonsense!”
Mu’en slapped the thick textbook, angrily calling out:
“What’s the stuff in front? The content is so thick! The Multipart Continuous Chanting section is over a hundred pages long!”
“The front?”
Fulan was more confused: “Wasn’t that covered in the first year?”
“…Ah.”
Mu’en was stunned.
Then realization struck him.
He felt a mix of emotions.
How could he have forgotten such an important thing?
He is now… in the second year!
Second-year students would not be taught the first-year content again!
No matter how hard he wanted to follow the teacher, it wouldn’t work, for there was a painfully thick wall separating them.
That was the sky-high divide between the first year and the second year…
What to do… Should he just repeat the year outright?
“…”
Watching Mu’en’s despondent expression, Fulan pondered and decided not to say anything about what happened.
Class, let’s continue with class.
“Alright, let’s start with this chapter; if there are any areas that you don’t understand, be sure to let me know.”
“Regarding Multipart Continuous Chanting, we must start with the legendary Grand Sorceress Meladomir from a thousand years ago, who pioneered…”
“Wait, Teacher Fulan!”
Mu’en raised his hand again: “I don’t understand.”
“Eh?”
Fulan was taken aback: “But I just started talking.”
“Exactly.”
Mu’en hit the desk in dismay: “I literally don’t understand a single word! What the heck is Multipart Continuous Chanting?”
“…”
Is this person really not trying to pick a fight on purpose?
“Then…”
Fulan forcibly squeezed a smile:
“Mu’en, what do you want me to do?”
“Teacher, how about this: you start from the beginning.”
Mu’en turned to the first page of the textbook, speaking earnestly.
“Start from here; it’s okay if it takes longer. ‘Eh? Why?'”
“Because I want to listen!”
Mu’en leaned forward, grasping Fulan’s hand seriously, and declared:
“I want you to teach me this entire textbook, from start to finish!”
“Huh? Huh? Huh?”
The masculine aura washed over her, and with his wide, warm hands around hers, Fulan panicked, having never even had a boyfriend.
“W-why do you want to cover everything?”
Fulan asked tremulously, her cheeks heating up:
“That would take a long time, right?”
“Because I want to know! I want to understand it all! Taking a little longer is fine; I just want to hear you explain the whole textbook!” Mu’en exclaimed sincerely.
“Th-that…”
As Mu’en kept moving closer, Fulan’s cheeks flushed hot, steam seeming to erupt from her head, and her eyes appeared to be spinning in confusion.
Calm down, Fulan Foduo! You’re a teacher; how can you panic at a time like this?
Calm down first and figure out what this student in front of you wants to do!
First, be clear about one thing: Mu’en Campbell is indeed an abysmal student. The previous teacher of Introduction to Basic Magic even mentioned that Mu’en scored a historic three points in the last semester!
Three points! In Professor Plon’s words, that’s a score where even the imprints left behind wouldn’t score higher.
And as an ultimate failing student, the biggest trait is a lack of motivation for studying.
So Mu’en Campbell definitely isn’t doing this just to study.
Next, he seemed to mention that the reason he sat in this spot was to be closer.
Closer to whom? Were there others in front of him?
Then, in a classroom full of indifference from everyone towards me, only he is being friendly; this abnormal behavior clearly has something going on.
Lastly, he wants me to teach him the entire textbook, regardless of time.
In other words… he wants me to stay by his side.
Based on this logic, along with his identity as a notorious scumbag.
The conclusion is drawn:
Mu’en Campbell! He’s trying to flirt with me!
“No, absolutely not!”
Fulan’s cheeks turned an even deeper red, and she forcefully yanked her hand away from Mu’en, shouting:
“That’s not allowed!”
“Huh?”
Mu’en was stunned:
“What’s not allowed?”
“You pursuing me is off-limits!”
Fulan shut her eyes, almost as though she was using all her strength to yell:
“Although the position of the Duchess is tempting, student-teacher relationships are not allowed, even though the Duchess position is very tempting.”
“Huh?”
Mu’en felt like he had been struck by lightning, completely confused by what the teacher was saying.
But before he had a chance to respond, the classroom door was suddenly knocked on and opened.
“Sorry to interrupt. For the first class, the student council is checking attendance.”
Celicia entered with her secretary Wei Er.
