Novel & Cerita My Octopus Teacher Book

We’re the reincarnation of the demigod. ‘I-I know who you are. I could feel your presence the moment you came close. My name is Fleex, my lords.’ The octopus was looking around us nervously, but it did not even try to flee anymore. Instead, it was glancing around us nervously. ‘I am very sorry for my behavior a while ago. It’s just that I keep seeing weird monsters these days.’ ‘Do they look like a cross of a human and a sea creature?’ It was a pointless question to ask, but still, I just wanted to make sure.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Zephyr Khan couldn't wait to find the next sea beast to hunt. However, at this moment, an angry roar suddenly came from a distance. "Damn human, how dare you kill my friend! How dare you!" Zephyr Khan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a huge octopus rushing toward him fiercely. This guy's body was very tall. With its eight arms like a ship, it looked like a towering mountain. This guy naturally didn't open its mouth to speak, but rather communicated through Zephyr Khan. From this, one could deduce that its strength had reached a terrifying realm.

Now, I would wait for it to go ba boom! The teacher she had submitted her books to was Mr. Tesfaye. He was the strictest and oldest in the entire school. Rumor even had it that he had been teaching during the time of the dinosaurs and cavemen. The Terra’s and Penelope’s of the world had nothing on him. He could not be taken in by her false compliments and deceitful remarks.

"Been there, done that." But then, why was I still staring at the section with such interest? Maybe because I haven't been horizontal in a while or was it the thought that I won't be for a long while to come? Whatever the reason, I was still staring transfixed at the cover of the closest book in my line of sight. A picture of the curve of a woman's back in a red hue titled The Devil's my New Teacher by Ms. OG. I picked up the book and added it to the pile in my hand. Oh well.

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

"Open the book to page 54. Do the problem, I'll give you 15 minutes." "What? Is he crazy?" "15 minutes? Doing this many and difficult questions? What a cruel teacher." "Ah, if he wasn't handsome I would have cursed him in front of his face." These are all just the inner words of the students. How dare they curse directly in front of this notorious teacher. "Sir, I'm finished. May I go to the toilet?" said Juna, raising her hand. It hasn't even been 5 minutes but the man has already finished his work? Actually, Juna has filled almost all the books at home.

The students each chose a picture book and read quietly. Jonathan sat by the window, focused on reading a picture book about the world of wild animals, when Teacher Ria walked over and sat beside him, asking kindly. “What are you reading, Jonathan?” Jonathan looked up and excitedly held the book cover toward her. “I am reading about the animal world. It says here that in the A****n rainforest there are pythons that are dozens of meters long. It is really fascinating.” The teacher smiled and affectionately patted Jonathan’s head.

I felt like a tiny fish in a vast ocean, but I was determined to find my place. On my first day of classes, I walked into Elemental Magic with a flutter of nerves. The classroom was spacious, with windows that opened to a stunning view of the grounds, and the air crackled with energy. The teacher, a tall woman with flowing hair the color of flames and eyes that shimmered like embers, introduced herself as Professor Pyra.

I dropped my gaze and drifted closer to Selene, trying to become smaller somehow, more invisible. “Come darling, come,” my teacher called out, reaching toward me with one hand. But I stepped back. I didn’t want her to touch me. Her hands smelled awful, like something burnt and damp at the same time, and the sour odor clung to her skin like it lived there. Everything about her made my skin crawl. Her hair puffed out around her head like a sad cloud, and those oversized round glasses magnified her eyes until they looked like two fishbowls perched on her face, too big for her thin features.