Zenitsu Teacher Novels & Stories

"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.

he was interrupted by Tina, who still had her eyes on her phone. “That will be a Sensei and Karategi,” she corrected, without sparing him a glance. “Say what now?” Eddy asked with a confused frown. Tina sighed and looked up. “A karate instructor is called a Sensei and a Karategi is what they wear.” Her eyes went back to her phone. “Kids these days ain’t got no respect. Are you trying to I’m lying?” He asked her, his focus momentarily being stolen by Tiny, who just grinned at him, before her face fell into a bored look.

I hate history subjects so much. A few moments later. "you can now enter the room."- He began to enter the room and go straight in front of us. "Hello, Class A. I am Mizuki Inei, Twenty-six years old, I am formerly from Tokyo High school, and I am your new history teacher. Nice to meet you all. Please treat me well."

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

Again, the only reason is because we find the comfort on the certain person who treat us more properly. That’s how I’m feeling towards my private teacher, June Bentley. Now, I’m sitting on the chair, next to the woman with beautiful wavy long blonde hair. On her fringe, there is a slight white color highlight, making her looks more eccentric than other private teachers I’ve ever met. Besides that, the sweet alluring beauty on her face is exuded clearly by the sunlight peeking through the window. Each feature on her face always distracts my attention from the explanation she gives for my learning references.

I shook off my curiosity. I settled into my chair, and we waited for the teacher. Victoria, Dominic, and I chatted about various topics. Eventually, a graceful woman walked in. I recognized her from around town, but hadn't known she would be our teacher. Her name was Nikita. She had jet-black hair wrapped in a sleek bun and wore contact lenses. Tall and with an air of strictness, she immediately commanded the room's attention. Nikita began the lesson, her voice clear and authoritative. However, partway through, a random guy made a dirty comment about her skirt, expecting to dominate her as they have always done to others. They were used to softness and underestimated her resolve.

she replied in a high-pitched voice. I didn't understand but just staring at the equipment that was placed on the table, I could tell that this was a bit different. I quickly changed into the attire and it was pretty comfortable. The teacher entered, his daring aura causing everyone in the entire training ground to shiver. He was a very tall and hefty man who looked like he'd been in the occupation for so long and wasn't going to take any nonsense. “Good morning class,” he greeted. “I'm stressed that many of you already know me, but for those that don't, I'm Trent, and I would be your trainer.”

Zen says coolly “At the least, I’m sure you did better than what I did on my first lesson.” His first etiquette lesson? “What did you do?” I ask, humoring him I can’t imagine Zen as anyone but calm and composed. The most I can imagine is him being too lazy to learn for more than an hour a day. “I pushed him out of the window.”

The most important thing was that they would leave Liam alone. As the male instructor left, another instructor, a red-haired female, entered the room. "Greetings, class. My name is Minnie Brown, and I'll be your Math teacher this year. It's nice to meet all of you. Just call me teacher Minnie," the female instructor said with a warm smile. She had long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her back, and freckles added character to her face, making her look both approachable and beautiful. Her bright, green eyes sparkled with warmth as she addressed the students, instantly making them feel at ease in her presence.