Zenitsu Teacher Novels & Stories

"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."

Gao Yu looked back to see An Jing who was looking at him and forced a smile. Maybe I don’t know when I started developing feelings for her, Gao Yu said to himself. Good afternoon class” A female teacher greeted with smile. “good afternoon Ma’m” most of the class chorused. I hope you all are doing great,” The teacher said. “Yes Ma’m” Most of the student answered. “okay let’s get to today class, I will just teach from the letters you guys wrote with English language” The female teacher said as he took a file from the pile that was brought in with her.

He stood in front with a mad face. : Good morning, class! The teacher said. [Jonathan Gutierrez] Age: 32 Height: 5’5 Eyes: Brown Hair: Black It was their professor. He is Jonathan Gutierrez, a Spanish bloodline. He teaches them professional education. : I'll check the attendance first! If I call your name then tell me if you are "present!" Professor Jonathan said in a loud voice. Then one by one he checked their attendance. : Okay, that's it. Sit down.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

She walked charmingly and sat next to Renji who was now having a smirk on his face, trying to show Kazuma he was the man here. Kazuma bit his lips and cursed. Inwardly and gnashed his teeth, clenching his palm into a fist, Renji's pathetic face always made him sick, he wished he could be able to give him whacks making him disappear from the veneer of the earth, still is his thoughts, a brunet walked in, wearing a loosed shirt that was nicely tucked into his fitted pants, he walked over to the front of the class and wrote a little on the blackboard hoping to start teaching. He was a new teacher. He wrote the subject *maths* before turning back to introduce himself to the general student.

He went and sat on the teacher’s chair so I guess he was our teacher. But the weird thing was that he laid his head down on the table and in no time was sleeping. “This situation is pretty awkward”. Then I saw one of the students moving towards the teacher’s chair. She slightly shook him and said,” Umm …. Sir. Were you not supposed to give us some instructions or maybe teach us something?” The teacher yawned and pointed towards her chair hinting her to go back. She went back and sat on her chair then the teacher introduced himself. He said tiredly, “My name is Tsubaki Rei and (he yawned) I’m your ability control teacher. I can see that most of the students are missing which means Miss Harmon

she asked sweetly. "I’m..." Takuto’s mind raced. He had to think fast. "I’m practicing tattoos! Yeah, like the cool ones the older kids get..." The teacher laughed heartily, clearly entertained by his imagination. "What are you planning to tattoo?" Takuto, a master of improvisation, responded without skipping a beat, "The company logo." Teacher Yamada burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. "Oh, Takuto, you’re such a creative little one!" She leaned against the wall, still chuckling, unaware of the "Take down Kenta plan" scrawled on his arm in crayon.

Liu Feng and Akiko were raring to go to the gym for Zen’s first self-defence combat lesson now that his ribs were better. Part of Zen was thankful that the two most powerful assassins were willing to tutor him. However, another part of Zen was also dreading the Spartan training. If Yelena’s training was commando-styled, Liu Feng’s training was akin to a demon. He offered no room for Zen to breathe until he pounded instincts into Zen’s DNA. Zen had no idea what kind of tutor Akiko would be. However, she was a super soldier and on par with Liu Feng. Truthfully, Zen was quaking in his shoes even if he was grateful. Would he survive having two demonic teachers?

Serena had called a few people, some were the makeup artists, hairstylists, designers, masseuse and teachers. "Who are they?" Besora asked whistling and Serena spread her hand to the left side saying, "These are charge d'enseignement. Your teachers, they will teach you how to walk, talk and speak, express etc," "Oh, not again," Besora groaned as she rolled her eyes. Serena and Jules were having tea when half of the day was passed by and Besora eas getting lectures from the teachers. "What is the other word for admiring?" asked the teacher and she replied, "Money."

Kristen Oliver replied with a smile, 'Xuening and I have worked hard these days to tie with teacher Qi Ye. We are Ult, and our teacher in July is Ping A. This is how we feel now, and we have to keep up with our predecessors.' Kristen Oliver quietly pushed Duanxuening and motioned for her to speak. Duanxuening quickly spoke, 'We have to learn as much as our predecessors.' 'It's really two modest juniors. Then let's interview teacher Qi Ye's thoughts at this time.'