Maestra Y Alumno Novels & Stories

Alaric’s laughter vibrated through the air. “You could call me materialistic all day long, but I don’t care. After all, it’s not like it’s for free. I’m going to be working for it.” Layla pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you’re really interested, you’re already on the right path. Only elite students can become elite teachers.” “Just elite students? What about the ordinary students?” She raised an eyebrow. “They could become ordinary teachers, but only elite teachers teach elite.” He said, pouring more honey on his remaining pancakes.

One represented the weak, defeated and insecure side, precisely the opposite that had emerged during learning the game. The contrast was so stark that there were people who swore they believed they were literally two women. “Yes friend, you are in check or, better said... you already were when you set foot here and Romantic, isn't that true...?”, he says in a provocative tone as he approaches the master and looks at her from top to bottom. At this moment the teacher becomes visibly nervous. And shaking a lot, she asks a misunderstanding question, “what do you mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

Any person they would recognize upon meeting must be a piano master! Andrew smiled and shook his head, very curious about Linda's teacher. "I'm not afraid either." Maria nodded confidently. "My master is no worse than those world-renowned piano masters. I've been learning from him since I was young, so I have a strong foundation. It's just the top one hundred. I'll easily make it in." Linda knew that Maria’s master was Andrew, although she had never heard of him. But since she had a good relationship with Maria, she naturally wouldn't embarrass him.

The ruler was only borrowed from the lab, after all. “What is it, Ms. Alvarez?” Mae immediately froze when she heard their instructor’s voice calling her last name. She slowly looked up at Ma’am Tadal and secretly prayed that maybe the teacher was talking to her cousin Vanessa instead. She even slowly turned toward Vanessa beside her, but Vanessa was already staring at her like she was waiting for Mae to answer. Great timing, Mae. Really amazing timing for talking to yourself, she thought while letting out a deep breath before facing their instructor. “N-Nothing, Ma’am,” she answered softly while biting her lip.

Not a speck of dust clung to his clean clothes; only his long hair swayed in the wind generated by his own power. In stark contrast to his composure, two old men nearby were anything but calm. “Excellent! Now that’s my disciple!” boomed a hale and hearty old man. He was Raksa, a grandmaster of the martial arts. “That’s only because I taught him how to concoct the divine pills to support that training!” retorted another elder, reeking of strong spirits and still clutching a bottle. He was Mahadewa, a peerless, if perpetually drunk, master alchemist.

Xiao Chen took out a scroll and handed it to Miss Ma. As Miss Ma read it, her face flushed red and she became very excited. This time, she could cure the illness she had suffered from since childhood, and she was certain about the scroll Xiao Chen had given her because it matched what she had always felt every day. She hoped Xiao Chen could make elixirs for her, but Xiao Chen mentioned that it wasn’t his specialty. Only an alchemist or master alchemist could do that, and he was just an ordinary cultivator, not a master alchemist. Miss Ma’s face showed a hint of disappointment. She had found hope, but it seemed difficult now to find someone willing to help her. She looked at Xiao Chen again,

Matthew received the signal and immediately stepped forward, saying, "Do you know who our Young Master Costa is? Him cutting in your line is your honor." Alexander couldn't be bothered to argue with them, so he found the teacher in charge of maintaining order. "Teacher Moreno, Patrick and Matthew are cutting in line." Teacher Trisha Moreno, in her early twenties, had just graduated from teacher training. After graduating, thanks to Patrick's uncle, she took a job here. Upon hearing Alexander's accusation, her face darkened, and she gave him a displeased look. To maintain a fair and just image, she asked Patrick, "Patrick, is what he said true?"

“The Council is a hydra, Victoria. We cut off the main head, but the body is still twitching.” “Then we’ll be the ones who keep the blade sharp,” I said, walking toward him. “But not tonight. Tonight, the Architect and the King are off-duty.” The transition from the nursery to the master suite was a silent, sacred ritual. This wasn’t the “Purge” fueled by the adrenaline of survival, nor was it the “Celebration” fueled by the high of victory. This was the foundation.

The master looked up so lively, filled with life and power, and answered confidently: - Yes, I'm ready. This is a wonderful and worthy gift for my science. I choose you as my student, Alina. From now on, my word is law. And you should no longer work in the hall, from now on you will only come to our family workshop, and you should not be in the shop. You understood me? Alina was even taken aback by such pressure. "Master, is something wrong?" - Alina felt that the master was not just daring her away from the hall.

"Get out! I don't want to see you right now! This man here is my master! I'm becoming his apprentice in the future, and I'll be learning alchemy from him. Our relationship isn't as debauched as you imagine." "Your master?" Starkel was completely dumbfounded. He never expected Elsa to acknowledge such a young man as her alchemy master. After his initial surprise, he said hesitantly, "Can he do alchemy? You don't have to choose a man as your master, right? I know a second-grade medium-rank alchemist who's a woman. It'll be more appropriate for a woman to guide you in your learning process." He then glanced at Severin and said, "He might get some nasty ideas if he becomes your master. What if h