Future Academy was an institution built to train students for their futures, but it had a unique class system. Most classes were grouped by enrollment time, yet it also divided students into non-problem and problem categories.
Problem students existed in every class, but the most troublesome under my charge were Yunhu Li and Vivio. One was a girl who’d rather die than report her abilities. The other...
“What are you staring at!?”
Yunhu, dressed in a tracksuit, blocked Vivio’s path. With one hand, he lifted a burly man who looked even stronger than him.
“N-nothing... I wasn’t staring at anything,” the muscular guy shook his head timidly, so scared he seemed about to wet himself.
When Yunhu first enrolled, he did something outrageous. His martial arts and strength could have let him dominate the top class. But on his first day, he went wild. The moment he stepped onto campus, he challenged the strongest person in each class to a duel.
Here, “duel” meant he’d fight one person alone—or take on a whole group by himself.
“Weren’t you staring at my classmate’s... chest!? Looking for death!?”
Everyone was protecting Vivio from peeping toms. Though the girl herself sat on a bench, completely indifferent, playing a game and showing off her thighs in ultra-short sports shorts.
“N-no, Brother Hu, you misunderstood! Really, I wasn’t—”
“Enough, Yunhu. Put him down,” Zeming said quietly from the side.
“Teacher~~~~” the burly guy exclaimed excitedly at my appearance.
Sorry—he’d misunderstood what I was about to say.
“Once you’ve beaten him enough, let him go. If it were about killing him, it should be when he touched Vivio. For now, leave him alive—just beat him half to death while he still has some breath.”
“What!?”
Zeming shook his head and walked away. The roars and screams behind him could be handled by other teachers.
“Will you dare do it again next time?”
Yunhu was precise and ruthless. In the blink of an eye, the burly guy was on the ground, wailing in agony.
Today’s attendance was neither too high nor too low. Three classes had over a hundred students, including my own fourth “small” class. This was rare, but apparently, a gym’s water pipe had burst, flooding it tragically. It was still soaked.
Naturally, where there were students, there were teachers. And I was the most conspicuous one in this school.
A damned, utterly bizarre person.
“A teacher who only teaches two students? I’m Fantas Leyn.”
A woman in a neat, military-like uniform walked up to Zeming. Her figure was graceful, with a dignified pink ponytail. Her fair skin had a cute pinkish hue. Her large emerald-green eyes hid beneath long lashes.
Simply put: big chest, long legs, young, beautiful. The black stockings paired with her legs were a perfect match. The buttons on her top strained to contain the power within.
“...So big.”
“Yeah, I am a bit older than you, but not that big! Only two years!” the beautiful lady seemed to misunderstand. Her expression was on the verge of collapse, clearly very sensitive about it.
“Haha, no problem, nice to meet you... I’m Zeming, your junior, Senior Fantas.”
“Hah, just call me Leyn... You seem so nervous. First time in this setting?”
She took a deep breath, turned to watch the youths sweating on the sports field, and smiled warmly.
What a relief she shifted her focus...
“Yeah, after all, I only have two unruly kids.”
He pointed at the two behind him—one flexing muscles, the other playing games—and suddenly felt his life was a failure.
“Kids are like that. Take it slow.”
“Maybe.”
Zeming thought of little Vivian’s behavior at home and absentmindedly scratched his hair with his right hand.
“You!!”
Leyn grabbed his hand. Her grip felt like a vice. Even scarier was her intense stare at his palm, piercing like two needles.
“What about me? I didn’t do anything! If the school cafeteria is missing desserts or dinner, don’t blame me! I’m the victim!!”
I’ve gained weight these days; should’ve known better than to eat.
“Who said that? You’re already married... I envy your wife so much. How old is she? Is she pretty? Was she super beautiful in her wedding dress? Now that I think about it—”
This woman was like she’d been injected with adrenaline, driving him crazy.
“Married? Why do you act like it’s a resurrection!?”
At first, he thought this woman with a perverted expression would eat him alive. Fortunately, a petite girl—just a head taller than Vivio—walked over. A faint red glow emanated from her, freezing Leyn in place like ice.
Zeming looked down at the girl. She had purple-red twin tails, a petite frame in a miniature suit that didn’t quite fit, and brown overalls to compensate for her small size.
“She’s always like this. Classic marriage anxiety,” the girl said, hands on hips, pulling Leyn away and forcibly creating distance between her and Zeming.
“She’s not even—”
“Don’t say it. She believes one should marry the moment they turn adult. Who knew things wouldn’t go as planned.”
“I see.”
“Shalulu Felins Luqiu. But I prefer to be called Shalulu. I’m the homeroom teacher for Class C, Grade 3.”
This girl seemed tsundere, but actually, she was incredibly kind.
“Zeming, you know—the class with only two students.”
“I know. Most famous was when you accidentally walked into the girls’ changing room on your first day.”
...
“Sorry, I was just a bit nervous about enrolling.”
“Mainly because you said, ‘Why are there elementary students here?’”
“Back then, I was just curious why one girl had a figure as flat as an elementary student’s. No other meaning—just wanted her to pay attention to nutrition.”
Zeming shook his head impatiently. After all, the girl he saw really was only at an elementary student’s level.
“Do you know? I was the only one changing clothes there that day. Dare you say those words again?”
The adult loli looked up at him, her face strained with suppressed anger.
“No, I don’t dare. I won’t.”
