Chapter 6: Impetuous Freshman, Notebook Teacher (2/2)

Someone’s voice suddenly came at this precise moment, “Stop fighting, teacher Huston’s coming.”

Ayrin turned around and saw a young teacher coming their way, wearing a set of pale blue school clothes. This young male teacher had an average height, a round face, skin very white, and the thing that most attracted the eye was the excessive grease rubbed on his short hair, making tuft and tuft of hair stand erect in shiny black hardened glory.

“Hmph.” Belo snorted when he saw this teacher appear. He pushed his glasses on his nose and transformed back into his usual gentle and refined self.

Moss seethed in anger, but he could also only forcibly hold it in with teacher Houston’s appearance.

“There’s a lot of energy.”

Houston wiped a handful of hair and glanced at Belo and Moss. He flung his head back and laughed. “I like it best when there are energetic young people.”

Most freshmen immediately felt a burst of evil chill run through them, because before coming here, they’d all heard that the teacher Huston in charge of the foundation course was extremely dangerous even if he couldn’t be considered especially powerful. He very much cared about face, and if you’re the slightest bit careless and provoked him, you’d be recorded in his small notebook, and then miserable days awaited you. The most critical was, he was also extremely petty. The vast majority of people simply had no idea how they actually offended him before finding their names already jotted down in the small notebook.

Houston flung his head back when he saw everyone looking very adorable. He thought the freshmen were pretty cute this time, so he cleared his throat, let everyone find a place to sit in front of him. Then he began the lesson.

“There are countless dreams under Doraster’s starry skies. Our Holy Dawn Academy happens to be a place that empowers you in chasing after your dreams.”

After speaking signboard-like opening words he himself found very classic and very stimulating, Houston’s eyes first stopped on Belo. “Classmate, what is your dream?”

“As expected, he’s already been noted down.”

Almost everyone’s gaze immediately fell on Belo.

“Everyone under the starry skies knows of famous arcane masters,” Belo said, his eyes flashing under his glasses.

“That’s only possible by beating many powerful arcane masters, you’re ambitious.” Houston laughed. He turned his head in Moss’ direction. “Classmate, what about you?”

“I’ll be happy as long as I become an arcane master a bit more powerful than him,” Moss said fiercely after throwing a glance Belo’s way.

“I very much admire this kind of emulating enthusiasm.” Houston wiped a handful of shiny bright erect hair and laughed out loud. Then he looked at Ayrin, “What about your dream?”

“What’s my dream?”

In fact, Ayrin had been thinking on and off about this very question from the moment he saw Holy Dawn Academy’s great gates.

Back in Cororin, what he thought of every day was to dig a lot of ores, feed himself and old Ginns. Now he could suddenly go to school without worrying about food, but that actually made him confused. What did he want to do in the future?

The so-called dream should be something he very much wanted to do, but also something very difficult to achieve, right?

Ayrin thought nothing like this had popped into his mind for now.

So he shook his head when faced this question from Huston and said awkwardly, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You don’t even know your own dream?” The corner of Huston’s mouth tilted up in a sinister curve.

“Yeah.” Ayrin scratched his head. “I haven’t thought of any dream yet.”

A clamor.

“Then wait until you think of one before telling me.” Huston glanced at Ayrin and spoke kind words, but inside his mind, what he thought was that Ayrin was trying to embarrass him on purpose. He already decided he definitely had to record Ayrin in his little notebook.

“No matter what your dreams end up being, in every academy, including our Holy Dawn Academy, the premise of the main program is to guide the students into becoming arcane masters. In the legendary era of the War of the Dragons, it was precisely the mightiest arcane masters of each race who defeated the evil dragons and spared Doraster from their tyranny. In the peaceful present, the amount of arcane masters remains the embodiment of a kingdom’s national strength. It’s absolutely no exaggeration to say that the power of arcane masters from various countries preserves the balance. An arcane master’s power comes from…”

Huston liked his teaching job very much. He became more and more excited along with the unceasing torrent of his words. He started to gesticulate in a flurry of hands and feet, demonstrating the exercises himself.

“This is our Holy Dawn Academy’s famous “Explosive Blazing Fist.” It’s only an arcanist martial skill, but the power is quite a lot stronger than ordinary arcanist martial skills…”

With a “Boom,” together with a deep shout from Huston, they saw three successive afterimages trailing out behind his figure. His entire right arm ignited with a red flame, and he struck out with a lightning punch. The red flame flowed and exploded out in every direction, forming a fierce blazing cloud of fire around his fist.

Huston maintained the pose, then took his fist back. He looked at the freshmen, astonishment, and veneration engraved on the face of many students. He said, looking as if he hadn’t had enough of that feeling yet, “Did you get a good look…”

At this moment, a snore neither loud nor light interrupted him.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound, full of disbelief. They saw Ayrin with his head lowered, a trail of saliva even flowing down along the corner of his mouth. His shoulders continuously shrugged up and down along with the rhythmic snores.

Huston’s face immediately filled with black lines!

“He’s actually got the guts to sleep in the Notebook Teacher’s class?”

It seemed to all the freshmen that bursts of a chilly breeze were suddenly blowing all around them.