Chapter 58: The Teacher Finally Showed Up

Time stumbled into the afternoon.

Ange finally led her Problem Children Squad into the classroom they were supposed to have been using since the morning.

She had showered and changed back into her familiar attire: a black, tight-fitting top that outlined her full, firm curves, and hot pants that were just short enough to stop right at the base of her thighs.

Sheer black stockings wrapped around her long, straight legs, and she wore a pair of black boots that reached her ankles.

This outfit was something she had just picked up from Rita.

She had originally tried to apply for a cooler, more conservative instructor uniform—one that would preferably wrap her up tightly—and had strongly requested that the stockings be removed as an option.

However, amidst Rita’s smile that seemed to see through everything and a pile of alternative options that were either too revealing or outright suggestive, Ange had despairingly discovered that the current set was actually the most decent choice.

‘That damn Rita… she definitely did it on purpose!’

She forced herself to wear it, feeling like every step was taken on the tips of needles, especially when she thought about Huayin’s warning from that morning.

The seating arrangement in the classroom was quite distinctive. Ingrid sat right in the center of the second row, her back ramrod straight.

Her notebook and pen were already placed neatly on the desk, her emerald eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.

Sakika chose the last seat by the window, the legendary “King’s Hometown.”

She stared quietly out the window as if the floating clouds outside were more attractive than the lesson.

As for Huayin, she sat directly in the first row, facing the podium.

Her fiery red eyes carried unabashed mockery and scrutiny, making her look like a supervisor here to inspect someone’s work.

Ange stood on the podium, her palms sweating slightly.

She had never seriously been a teacher before. Her previous title as a mentor was just a way to scrape together some salary and gain the right to use the dormitory.

But now, with the pressure of evaluations and competition hanging over her head, she could no longer slack off like she used to.

Originally, before their initial meeting, she had indeed conceptualized an image of a majestic and reliable mentor.

Unfortunately, plans could not keep up with reality.

After the restroom crisis, the bedsheet incident, and various moments of social death, her true nature had long since been exposed to these three.

Especially with Huayin—dignity? It no longer existed.

She sighed, resigned to her fate, and prepared to just dive in regardless of the consequences.

Before she could even speak, Huayin, sitting below, took the initiative.

Her red eyes swept over Ange’s legs, and a playful smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

“Yo, you changed back into this set? It seems you’ve fallen in love with wearing black stockings, haven’t you? Remember to clip your toenails~”

Ange’s cheeks heated up slightly. She forced herself to ignore the teasing, cleared her throat, and tried to make her voice sound a bit more serious.

“Alright, now that we are in class, I hope everyone—the three of you—will be serious.”

“Yes! Teacher!” Ingrid responded immediately, her voice loud and full of energy.

Huayin curled her lip and muttered in a low voice just loud enough for Ange to hear.

“Tch, goody-two-shoes…”

Sakika, by the window, also turned her head, her black eyes devoid of emotion.

“Teacher, my hearing is very good. I just like looking out the window; I am not distracted.”

Ange’s lip twitched. She tried to put on a teacher’s air and spoke to Sakika in a slightly threatening tone.

“Uh, heh, Sakika, if you aren’t serious, watch out or you might not be able to graduate. Then you’ll end up just like me, a total skinflint.”

These words accurately hit Sakika’s weak spot. She immediately sat up straight, her gaze becoming incredibly focused as she gave a serious guarantee.

“I’m sorry, Teacher! I will definitely be one hundred percent focused on the class content!”

Clearly, the future of being forced to become a cheapskate was more terrifying than any demon.

Huayin whispered her commentary again.

“As expected of the Greed Demon King’s bloodline. It seems she really is greedy…”

Ange decided to stop paying attention to Huayin’s mumbling. She leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on the podium.

Her gaze swept over the three students of varying styles as she threw out the first—and extremely blunt—conclusion of today’s class.

“Then, first of all, I’ll be direct.” Her tone was indifferent. “The three of you are rookies.”

“What?!”

Those words were like lighting a powder keg.

Huayin couldn’t sit still and stood up abruptly from her chair, her fiery red hair seemingly fluttering slightly from her anger.

She was the eldest daughter of the Phoenix Family!

Before entering the Academy, she had already hunted many demons on her own!

Now, she was actually being called a rookie by this perverted teacher who hid in restrooms and dirtied other people’s bedsheets?!

“Rookies?” Huayin’s voice was full of defiance and mockery.

“Of course you’re rookies,” Ange said again.

“Of course we’re rookies?”

Huayin deliberately repeated Ange’s words, her tone thick with hostility.

Facing her anger, Ange appeared exceptionally calm, even lazily lifting her eyelids as she gave her reasoning.

“Of course you’re rookies.”

She repeated it once more, her tone brookng no argument.

“Dealing with a few low-level demons in a casino managed to leave you in such a pathetic state. A hole was torn in Ingrid’s skirt, and Huayin, a lock of your hair was singed.”

Her gaze swept over the two of them in turn before returning to Huayin, carrying a condescending scrutiny that made Huayin incredibly furious.

“And me?” Ange pointed at the brand-new, spotless set of hot pants and black stockings she was wearing, her tone as flat as if she were stating that the weather was nice.

“After returning home, I didn’t even need to take a shower.”

The classroom instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Ingrid subconsciously touched the hem of the skirt that had once been torn.

Huayin, on the other hand, felt her cheeks burning.

That night, due to a moment of carelessness, a strand of her hair had indeed been singed by the embers of a demon.

Although it wasn’t obvious, it had happened. Make no mistake, a Phoenix’s hair was still hair; it wasn’t fireproof.

Using the simplest and most direct method, Ange ruthlessly tore away their self-righteous strength and firmly pinned the label of ‘rookie’ onto their faces.

Sakika asked, “Am I a rookie too?”

“Yes,” Ange replied.

“…”