The Director of Academic Affairs Office’s face could no longer be described as ashen; it was like a pig’s liver repeatedly soaked in soy sauce, dark and purple.
He tremblingly extended a finger, almost poking Nari’s nose.
“Teacher Nari!
You!
What kind of behavior is this!
What an outrage!” The Director’s voice carried the outraged fury of someone offended; he felt that the school rules and discipline he had upheld his entire life had been subjected to a devastating provocation today.
Nari’s heart sank.
It was over.
They met on a narrow path, and he was caught red-handed.
He subconsciously turned his head, coming face to face with the furious expression of the Director of Academic Affairs Office.
He had intended to explain, but the words on the tip of his tongue transformed into an expression that was one-third helpless and seven-tenths gentle.
The Director had a belly full of scolding ready—things like “corrupting the atmosphere,” “terrible influence,” “leading students astray”—but the moment his eyes met that face, all the words got stuck in his throat.
What did he see?
It wasn’t Jing Liu’s aloofness, but a tenderness that made one’s heart soften instantly.
Smooth long hair, exquisite features, a tasteful red and white uniform; the person just stood there quietly, like the eternal lamp in the lower city, carrying a power that soothed people’s hearts.
A “buzz” went off in the Director’s head.
Old Principal’s instructions, “better to guide than to block” and “prepare for the Art Festival,” flashed across his mind like bold, red pop-ups.
Block?
How could he block?
If he personally extinguished the spark of the school’s “humanistic care,” wouldn’t Old Principal tear down his office door?
His anger deflated rapidly, like a balloon with a hole poked in it.
“Cough!
Cough, cough!” The Director awkwardly cleared his throat twice, forcefully swallowing back the reprimand that had already reached his lips, making his old face flush crimson.
He withdrew his trembling finger, put it behind his back, and with all his strength, squeezed out a stiff sentence.
“Teacher Nari, you must…
pay attention to the impression you’re making!” Having said that, he dared not look again, almost fleeing in a panic, turning and leaving with steps so fast it was as if a beast was chasing him.
Nari watched the Director’s retreating figure, still not fully grasping what had happened, when the faint sounds of the little rascals in the classroom started to emerge.
He took a deep breath, then sighed.
After gathering his courage, he pushed open the classroom door.
The world instantly fell silent.
The classroom, which had been incredibly noisy a second ago, was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Dozens of eyes from the entire class collectively focused on him in an instant, their brightness comparable to dozens of searchlights.
Taiki and Kenji, sitting in the front row as veteran honkai: star rail players in the class, reacted with their bodies before their brains the moment they recognized the person who walked in.
Both of them shot up from their seats with a “whoosh,” their movements perfectly synchronized, their mouths wide enough to fit an egg.
My, my, my…
my goodness!
It’s a living Natasha!
Taiki was so excited he started to stutter.
Kenji adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses erupting with fervent light: Health bar!
My health bar is at the bottom!
Mama Natasha!
Heal me quickly!
Although other students hadn’t played the game, the breathtaking visual impact was universal.
This…
Is this Director Nari?
Help, I declare that our class’s ideological and political education is the hope for saving the world!
Is this the Counselor?
This is a walking banknote!
Mama, I’m in love!
Yesterday Jing Liu, today Natasha, what about tomorrow?
I’ll never skip ideological and political education again!
I swear!
No one will stop me from studying Marxist philosophy!
Nari walked to the podium with heavy steps amidst a silent reverence.
He felt like he wasn’t there to teach a class, but to ascend to a throne.
He cleared his throat, preparing to begin the most bizarre class of his professional career.
“Hello, students, today we’ll be discussing…” The moment he spoke, he himself was startled.
What came out of his throat was no longer his own clear male voice, but a mature, gentle female voice with a hint of soothing power, exactly like Natasha’s voice acting in his mind.
System!
You even installed a voice changer for me?!
The students below, upon hearing this voice, collectively let out a synchronized gasp, and then the classroom atmosphere completely erupted.
Ah ah ah!
Even the voice is the same!
What kind of divine fidelity is this!
Hoo hoo hoo, Teacher Nari, he really, I’m crying myself to death.
I’m dead, I’m drowned in Mama Natasha’s gentle embrace!
Don’t save me!
Nari suppressed the internal collapse, opened his textbook, and began to explain the basic principles of Marxism, word by word, in Natasha’s voice.
“Matter determines consciousness; consciousness is the product of the long-term development of the material world…” The students below sat perfectly straight, their pens moving rapidly across their notebooks with a “swish, swish, swish,” their concentration comparable to a college entrance exam hall.
What a joke, Natasha was teaching them!
How could they not concentrate?
However, if one looked closely, they would find that their notebooks were not filled with theoretical frameworks at all, but rather with chibi versions of the red-haired doctor, accompanied by graffiti like “Mama Natasha loves me” and “Banging my head against the wall for Mama Natasha.” The class time flew by quickly.
As soon as the dismissal bell rang, Taiki and Kenji, like two cannonballs, instantly rushed to the podium.
“Director Nari!” Taiki puffed out his chest, “From today onwards, we are your guard Team!
Anyone who dares to approach within three meters of you, will have to deal with my fists first!” Kenji added with a serious expression: “Director Nari, don’t worry, we voluntarily serve as your class representatives and security personnel, ensuring your absolute safety!” Nari looked at these two clowns, feeling a headache coming on.
But at this moment, a more serious problem presented itself—a strong, undeniable physiological urgency was issuing its final warning to him.
He clamped his legs together and forced a “gentle” smile at the two: “Thank you, students, but I…
I need some alone time.” Taiki immediately understood, patting his chest: “Director Nari, are you going to the restroom?
What a coincidence!
I need to go too!
Let’s go together.” Nari showed a helpless expression.
However, the expression Natasha revealed, in Taiki’s eyes, was enough to make him lose his mind.
Seriously, who could resist Natasha’s hazy eyes!
Kenji, beside him, pulled him back, whispering with an expression that said, ‘I’ve already seen through everything’: “Huzi, do you really want to go to the toilet?
I’m too embarrassed to expose you!
Director Nari is a fairy from heaven, going to a mortal restroom.
We must guard the door to prevent scoundrels from disturbing her!” “Ah, yes, yes, yes!” Nari’s temples throbbed as he listened.
Before the surrounding students could completely swarm him, he pushed past the two clowns and rushed out of the classroom at top speed.
The restroom in the teaching building was just around the corner of the corridor.
He looked left and right, confirmed no one was around, and with a flash, slipped directly into the men’s restroom.
The moment he entered, a male student who was washing his hands at the sink looked up and saw a beautiful, curvaceous older sister with light hair walk in.
The male student’s brain crashed for three seconds.
“Ah—!
Ghost!” A bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky.
The male student scrambled out of the men’s restroom, as if he had seen some doomsday-level horror.
Nari-Natasha-Nuo, oblivious to this, quickly ducked into the innermost cubicle, locked the door, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.
The problem was, how to relieve himself while wearing women’s clothes.
However, the cubicle door could not block everything.
Outside, the panting footsteps of Taiki and Kenji could be heard, along with their hushed discussion.
“Strange, where did the goddess go?
How did she disappear in a blink of an eye?” “What do you know!
When a fairy goes to the restroom, it’s called ‘replenishing immortal energy.’ There must be a special method.
We just need to wait at the entrance of the women’s restroom!” “You said…
when the goddess goes to the restroom, will it…
also smell good?” Nari, in the cubicle, was so mortified that he wished he could die on the spot.
Just then, a soft “click” came from the cubicle next to him.
The cubicle door was pushed open from the inside.
A familiar pair of expensive, limited-edition basketball shoes appeared in his field of vision.
Immediately after, that figure walked out.
It was none other than the campus heartthrob who had so handsomely caught the basketball on the court earlier—Yoshi.
He had just witnessed the entire process.