Sensei Teacher Novels & Stories

I said and walked past him, not giving him a chance to talk back. I chuckled to myself as I climbed onto the concrete platform. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't bother to look. This was more fun than I thought. He finally stepped onto a platform; his expression was impassive now. I liked flustered Gerald better than impassive Gerald. "So, what's my first lesson today, Sensei?" I asked in an exaggerated cute voice. I was cringing at my own act, but I had to stay focused. The whole point of this was to prove a point.

“Why not? You already know one Stork technique, don’t you? Speaking of which, you still haven’t told me who your sensei was who taught you everything you know.” “I didn’t think you knew him as he doesn’t really call attention to himself. He’s more the silent-I’ll-whack-you-on-the-head-if-you-can’t-do-it-right type.” “Oh, I’ve known many senseis like that, believe me.” “All right, let’s see… He’s a wandering monk, like I already told you, and… he’s very mysterious. People simply called him Koumori-san (Mr. Bat) on account of his being blind.” “He’s blind?!”

Brojen said in mock astonishment. Sabu sir, the music teacher came towards them, wearing a white kimono held with a black belt worn across his waist like a giant ugly ribbon. He reached the group and bent forward with his hands clasped to his sides. “Oos” he yelled. And looked around. “I’ll be teaching you karate. Understand?” He said in his typical broken English. ‘Not again!’ Jyotsna rolled her eyes.

"Uncle Arjun, Mommy. Uncle Arjun will be my teacher, right? That's why I just called Sensei. it's okay, right? Japanese people call their teacher sensei, Mommy." Arjun smiles hearing Anna's words. He had heard about Nana's strengths and intelligence when compared to other children her age. "Yes, dear. But we are Indonesians, honey." "Oh, it's okay, Mommy. I like to call Sensei." “Ok, call me Sensei. I like Anna. Let Nana Call me Sensei. Beautiful call. How is Nana's condition now? Are you ready to learn?”

"Are you sure that's why you call every morning? Or do you just want to hear my voice that badly?" "Nothing gets past you huh Atlas?" I bite down on my pillow to stifle my moan as his chuckle travels through the phone. "Hmmm. You're meant to be an educator Yuzuki-San." "Oh, I think I am being an educator." I could see the smirk that spread across his face by the tone of his voice and I couldn’t help but laugh. "How exactly are you doing that Sensei?" "Well, I got you talking did I not?" "Well, I suppose. But I have always been able to speak, I just choose with whom."

Hayashi shook his head again, but this time with a concerned expression. Because he already knew, Kenji lowered his head. But he had hoped that Hayashi would give him some enlightenment. “Did she still believe her parents died in an accident?” Hayashi observed Kenji's response, a nod that grew more subdued as it contradicted the truth. Akiko’s parents didn’t die in an accident. Note : **Sensei: a term of respect used to address someone due to their esteemed position. The title "sensei" is usually given to individuals who pursue professions requiring specialized knowledge, such as members of parliament, doctors, lawyers, artists, musicians, manga creators, critics, and teachers.

“Ouch!” “You deserved it.” I stood and stretched. “So, sensei, what are we learning today?” “I’m not your sensei,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “And I’m not teaching you.” “Please,” I said, pouting. He looked at me, then sighed, returning to the dumbbells. He tilted his eyes toward me and then back to the dumbbell in his hand, his biceps flexing like they were mocking me. “That won’t work on me, you know,” he said with a scoff, barely glancing my way. “Talk to Lucian.” My lips parted, but my voice came out soft and shaky. “Lucian wouldn’t even listen to me right now…”

"My first teacher was my grandfather named Li Xian, he was the most meritorious even though my other teachers were no less meritorious. My second teacher was Uncle Yuan Kai, which I later discovered was my own father. Then, there is another figure from the sealed country, namely general Yeongjo. And lastly, I was accidentally made a disciple by the Master Bao brothers from the Holy Light Sect.” Wang Ji held his breath for a moment, his mind wandered imagining the figures that Zhou Fu mentioned and all of them not having the same criteria as the teacher figure in his head. "Could it be that the teacher hasn't found you yet?" Wang Ji touched his chin, starting to think if it could be that his

Despite her lack of appetite, Miranda had to admit that Sharon was a good cook. “So, how did you two get on up there?” “Good. Miranda’s a great teacher.” Fucking hell he’d finally said her name. It sounded amazing. She reckoned it would sound even better if he whispered it in her ear. She realised that while getting caught up in her fantasy, she’d not actually replied. “Er well, to be honest, I think Josh knows more than he thinks he does. All his ideas are right.” Sharon grinned. “Sounds like it was a success then.”

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.