Novel & Cerita Roleplay Teacher

the Teacher babbles on and so on, i did not listen any further as I was thinking of something else. Finally, the teacher finishes his blabbering as he introduces himself. "I am Jace Ray, your adviser. I will not be checking on you today as Teachers have meetings today's morning. You may do as you like, I'm off now. Goodbye class" after Teacher Jace said those words, the students did not stand up to greet him goodbye, I looked at Teacher Jace and saw him, shaking his head at me with a smile and gone outside. It seemed that he was used to it.

It smells amazing, and my stomach reminds me I haven't eaten since this morning. "So," Reign says as we're served, "tell me about yourself, Sonya Alba." "What do you want to know?" "Everything." He cuts into his steak. "Start with why you became a teacher." I blink. That's not what I expected him to ask. "I like kids. And I'm good at it." "What do you teach?" "Third grade. Reading and writing mostly." "Do you enjoy it?" "Most days." I take a bite of my food, trying to figure out his angle. "Why do you care?"

Someone called him. “Stay there for me,” Ivor ordered as usual and immediately picked up the phone. I changed my standing position to avoid numbness in my legs, looking down at the floor indifferently. I had to have looked like a student who was cowering over a foul. So Ivor would be the teacher? Teacher and student roleplay? Shit, what I was thinking about? I wanted to slap myself. After that memorable night, except for the feeling of fear, I looked at Ivor with a more lewd look.

I can't believe my teacher is like this. The bell rings.

Is the condition you gave me still valid? Rolando smiled. The little fish finally came to take the bait. "Of course. Do you want to use it?" "I think I want to regain my qualifications to become a teacher in my school. Can you help me?" "Of course. To prevent you from feeling the pain of my great kindness, treat me to a meal tonight. After that, we'll even deal. Will you accept?"

I groan as I head out the door. " I didn't know your Teacher was so caring. My teacher was more of a do-or-die kind of Master. Not to mention, he has a very cute coy way of doing it. Trying to look all tough when he's actually extremely worried." She whispered to Rookie, but unfortunately for me, I have a sharp hearing. Damn, not even 2 minutes in and I already have to deal with distractions. This is going to be hard since I have to act like a human... I'll just say whatever I do is a high-level technique from Leighdal.

She can not afford to lose. She reaches her assigned classroom and sits herself down, their adviser entering shortly after. "Alright, when your name is called say present. And if I'll have to repeat your name, consider yourself absent." Mr Stevenson, Steven for short, was everyone's favorite teacher. Strict in the classroom, but an entirely different person during break time. He strives to keep his professionalism inside the classroom, but outside of it, he's an acting counsellor, psychologist and father to 3/4 of the campus. Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job.

Sophie muttered in a low voice. Not long after, the sender of the message, who was also their teacher, Rumia Firlidina, appeared right in front of the stage like the wind. The attention of the eight students was immediately diverted to the teacher. “Good evening, my students.” “Mrs. Rumia,” said a student. “I would like to apologize for calling you on this cool night. However, there is one mission that you must carry out,” said the teacher. “A mission?” Rumia continued her explanation.

I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “You're really good, bravo,” he said, clapping his hands. I let out a sigh of relief. Why are teachers always like this? It’s like they struggle to admit when their student actually did something right. Who knows… maybe Mr. Lee is just a little jealous. Come on, Raina. Stop being stupid, I scolded myself inwardly. “Thanks,” I said calmly, trying not to sound too proud. “So tell me, what’s your plan after training?” he asked.

Our eyes met, “You are a teacher, remember that.” “I know what I am, and I know the limits to what I can do. I’m not like you,” He visibly stiffened, “I’m different to what you know. I am a teacher at the Central Academy, my job is to teach my students combat training and to make sure that they’re studying in an environment that prioritizes their safety and most importantly, their future. And until my job is done, I’ll do anything I can to make sure that goal is actualized. Damon, they are our future, how do you expect me to abandon them?” Even though we were close to each other, we stared at each other as though there was a fence wedged in-between us that kept us from meeting.