Fu Hua walked calmly to the podium, her steps measured, her expression unreadable.
She scanned the classroom with quiet precision—her gaze briefly landing on Ellen, slouched by the window in the penultimate row.
Without a word, she placed her teaching materials down and picked up a piece of chalk.
On the far left of the blackboard, she wrote her name in clean, deliberate strokes:
Fu Hua
Then she waited.
The bell hadn't rung yet, but the atmosphere had already shifted.
Her cold elegance and composed demeanor cast a silent spell over the room.
No one dared speak.
No one dared move.
It was eerie—forty students packed into a classroom, yet the silence was absolute.
Fu Hua, unfazed, flipped through her materials with quiet efficiency.
At the front, Ruby leaned toward Rin, whispering nervously.
"Why is her aura so intense? I can't take it anymore."
"Take what?"
"I need to pee."
"Then go…"
Ruby glanced at Fu Hua, then bolted upright.
"Teacher! I want to go to the toilet!"
Every head turned.
Fu Hua slowly raised her gaze, her clear blue eyes meeting Ruby's.
Ruby froze. Her yellow bangs trembled.
"It's not break time. But if you need to go, go. You don't need my permission."
"O-okay! Hahaha…"
The tension cracked. Students chuckled. Whispers resumed.
"She's so young…"
"And cool. Like, really cool."
"I think I'm in love."
The bell rang.
Fu Hua walked to the classroom door to close it.
Just then, Ruby dashed back in.
"Wait! Teacher, don't lock me out!"
Fu Hua paused, watching Ruby rush past.
With a subtle shift of her feet, Fu Hua turned, hooked her heel, and caught Ruby mid-stumble.
Ruby, eyes squeezed shut, braced for impact—
But instead, she landed in a warm, steady embrace.
The faint scent of sandalwood lingered.
She opened her eyes slowly, staring into Fu Hua's calm gaze.
"I didn't fall…"
"Because I caught you. Now, please return to your seat."
"Aaaah! I was in the arms of the new teacher!"
The class erupted in laughter.
Mona and Rin buried their faces in their hands.
Ruby scrambled to her desk, cheeks flushed.
"Haha… sorry, teacher. Thanks for catching me."
Fu Hua said nothing, simply returned to the podium.
"Let's begin. Please settle down."
The class quieted.
Fu Hua picked up the chalk again and began the lecture.
Her voice was clear, her tone rhythmic—like a storyteller weaving through ancient verses.
Even the sleepiest students found themselves captivated.
No filler. No fluff.
Every sentence distilled the essence of the lesson.
By the time the bell rang, the blackboard was filled with elegant notes and key insights.
Fu Hua placed the half-used chalk back in the tray, turned around, and looked at the class.