In her two lives, Eight-cloud Ink never had the experience of being a teacher.
How to teach students? She had no idea.
"My head hurts …"
On the way to the classroom, Eight-cloud Ink frowned.
Thinking back to what Natsuki Nangong said to her before she left, Eight-cloud Ink couldn't help but sigh.
"Although it's only a temporary measure, since I'm a teacher, I have to shoulder the responsibility of a teacher, so I can't mislead students, okay?"
Natsuki Nangong looked very serious when she said this.
The witch placed a lot of importance on the profession of a teacher.
Unknowingly, Eight-cloud Ink arrived at the door of the classroom that was temporarily assigned to her.
Through the closed door, she could faintly hear the various discussions of the students in the classroom.
In general, there were all kinds of guesses and gossip.
"Did you hear, the new teacher has a special relationship with Natsuki-chan!"
"I heard she's also an attack mage!"
"Have you seen her before? I heard she's very good-looking! "
"Good-looking? A female teacher? "
"No — uh, I'm not sure …"
…
"These guys with too much energy …"
Standing at the door of the classroom, Eight-cloud Ink muttered and then opened the door.
The originally noisy classroom instantly quieted down.
Dozens of boys and girls stopped talking and turned to look at Eight-cloud Ink.
Then, there was a burst of deliberately suppressed exclamations.
Under the various gazes of the students, Eight-cloud Ink walked to the podium.
"Everyone, nice to meet you, I'm Eight-cloud Ink. I believe some of you already know in advance, from today onwards, I'll be responsible for teaching this zither class. "
Picking up a piece of chalk, Eight-cloud Ink turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard.
The words were written in one go without any hesitation.
Then, there was another burst of exclamations.
"It seems to have a Zen style …"
"Is the teacher also good at calligraphy?"
"Writing with chalk is amazing!"
Eight-cloud Ink knew that calligraphy was the local name for calligraphy in Japan.
Throwing the chalk back on the podium, Eight-cloud Ink glanced at the students in the classroom.
What surprised her was that she saw two familiar figures.
Kojou and Kimo Yukina, whom he had met once.
[Why are these two people here …]
Eight-cloud Ink believed that Kojou wasn't the kind of person who would be interested in the zither. As for Yukina, as the sword shaman of Lion King Organization, she shouldn't be interested in the zither either.
However, when he saw the ponytailed girl beside Kojou, who looked somewhat similar to him, he understood.
That girl was most likely Akatsuki Nagisa, Akatsuki Kojou's younger sister.
It was likely that Nagisa had chosen this course, and Kojou had been dragged along by his sister. Yukina, who was supposed to be keeping an eye on Kojou, had naturally tagged along.
Seeing Eight-cloud Ink's gaze, Kojou and Yukina smiled politely.
"So, before the official lecture, do you have any questions for me?"
Then, the classroom exploded in an instant.
"Teacher! What's your relationship with Natsuki-chan? "
"Are you a couple?"
"Teacher Yakumo! Looking at your clothes, teacher, are you a Taoist? "
"I heard that teacher is an Attack Mage, is that true?"
"Teacher, are you really a man?"
A bunch of students threw out a bunch of questions, all of which were related to the course.
"Okay, quiet down."
Eight-cloud Ink released a small amount of Yao energy.
Maybe this amount of energy was nothing to Kojou and Yukina, but it was enough to affect normal people.
"The questions have to be related to the course. As for personal questions, I can't answer them. Since you don't have any, let's start the class …"
Kojou and Yukina looked at each other with Eight-cloud Ink under the podium.
[As expected, this Teacher Yakumo isn't a normal person.]
⑧
Even though they thought they would encounter all kinds of problems before the class started, Eight-cloud Ink won over the students with her zither music, and the rest of the class went unusually smoothly.
Even Kogu Xiao and Yukina Ji Zhuo, who were not interested in learning, were motivated by the atmosphere.
She looked like she was only 16 years old. Her delicate features made her look like a fairy doll. Coupled with the fact that she was dressed weirdly in an environment like Itogami Island, Yakumo Mo quickly became the target of admiration among the female students.
There were only four or five boys in the class, including Kojou, so it wasn't an exaggeration to say that Eight-cloud Ink was popular.
"It seems to be very successful."
After the class, in Natsuki's extravagant office, Eight-cloud Ink received such praise from Natsuki.
"Well, I'm not interested in it. Those guys are only interested for a few minutes, they'll lose interest in a few days."
"That's hard to say …"
Natsuki smiled as she held a cup of black tea.
For the next few days, Eight-cloud Ink's life was extremely peaceful.
Every day, he would go to school with Natsuki. Either in the morning or in the afternoon, he would teach a music class. Then, he would sit in the luxurious office and enjoy the black tea. When school was over, he would go home with Natsuki.
In the eyes of outsiders, they looked like a couple.
What's more, after two days, Natsuki changed back to the black gothic dress.
Therefore, everyone looked at Eight-cloud Ink and Natsuki strangely.
Until this day.
"Oh? Do you need something? "
Eight-cloud Ink stood in front of the school gate and looked down at the short girl next to her.
"Yes, the company sent me a message saying that I need to go to the Keystonegate for something important."
Natsuki nodded. She lifted her head and looked at Yakumo.
"Let's go together."
"What? This has nothing to do with me, right? "
"No one will cook for you if you go back so early, right?"
Eight-cloud Ink was shocked.
Eight Cloud Ink, who didn't know how to cook, or rather, her culinary skills were terrible, not only did she live here, even her food was provided by Natsuki Nangong.
"I've provided you with food and shelter for so long, it's time for you to help me."
Natsuki Nangong's lips curled up into a smile.
"Okay, okay, I'll go with you …"
⑧
The elevator, which had been descending, finally came to a silent stop.
The floor indicated that it was 16 floors underground.
This was the center of Itogami Island's artificial island, the Keystonegate's artificial island management company's security department.
When the elevator door opened, it was a dark tunnel.
Beside the little girl, who was dressed in a loli goth outfit, was a man with long hair and a Yin Yang Jade pendant.
The man walked silently as if his feet didn't touch the ground.
The young girl walked towards the depths of the tunnel with an inconceivable air of dignity that was completely contrary to her appearance.
It was Natsuki and Eight-cloud Ink.
A frivolous voice came from the front.
"Hehe! Natsuki-chan! Yakuma-sensei! This way!! "
"Hmph!"
Natsuki Nangong and Yakumo Mo walked to the side of the youth who had shouted with dissatisfaction.
"Akatsuki Kojou, you … Didn't I tell you not to call the class teacher by her name?"
Eight-cloud Ink and Natsuki were facing a boy with short hair. The boy was wearing the uniform of the island management company's investigation department. He had a headset around his neck as he smiled at Eight-cloud Ink and Natsuki.
Yase Motoki, Akatsuki Kojou's friend and the one who was responsible for monitoring him.
"The company called me out, I thought it was something important … So it was you, Yase."
"I'm sorry. The board of directors is short-staffed. "
Yase Motoki said as he led Natsuki and Eight-cloud Ink into a room.
It was a room similar to a hospital's operating room. There was a mechanical bed in the middle of the room.
A heavily injured girl was lying on the bed. The girl's body was wrapped in bandages, and the bandages were stained red by the girl's blood.
"Oh, I was wondering what was going on, so this is it …"
Eight Cloud Ink lowered her head and muttered.
Nangong Natsuki turned her head, "What do you know?"
"I have a general impression, but it's been a while, so I can't remember clearly."
Eight-cloud Ink looked at the girl on the bed.
He could feel that a lot of the girl's organs were gone.
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