Because it was the weekend, most children from royal families did not return to their own city residences and instead stayed at the noble academy to rest and play.
The entire corridor was lively, and every classroom exuded vibrant and energetic vitality. Although it was not yet the season of revival, it already warmed Lu Mingming.
As she passed by Class B, Lu Mingming deliberately paused by the window for a moment.
In the classroom, the little white tiger sat at the very back, the only little one in the entire class who had not transformed into human form.
Its face was cold, its eyes filled with disdain, and its fluffy tail beat against the soft bench with force, resisting the entire world just as it had when Lu Mingming first met it.
Students in the classroom frequently cast curious glances. Some bolder children even approached, wanting to talk to the little white tiger.
Many classmates in the front row were clustered together, discussing. Lu Mingming could vaguely hear words like "white," "cool," "didn't turn human," and "making friends."
Currently, these young cubs did not display any obvious dislike or rejection. Instead, they showed great interest in the little white tiger.
Seeing this scene, Lu Mingming felt a slight sense of relief.
After finishing her observation, she was led by older students around another bend.
If the lively scene just now represented the vitality and freedom that a regular kindergarten should have, then in the separate corridor leading to Class A, everything became different.
Even before approaching the door of Class A, an eerily quiet atmosphere permeated the corridor.
Everything was silent, and the classroom lights were off, leaving a dark, gray expanse, as if no one was in the room.
"Eh…?"
"They are inside."
The older student seemed to anticipate Lu Mingming's question and quickly lowered his head to interject.
He swallowed, quickly said, "Goodbye, teacher," and then bolted, wishing he had eight legs to run away, as if demons lived inside.
Seeing this, Lu Mingming, filled with anticipation, let out a deep sigh.
Just as Lu Mingming believed, she didn't believe any child was inherently bad.
Lu Mingming had once heard a story on Earth about a boy who banged his head against a marble pillar, enraging his parents.
When someone asked the child why he did it, the reply was that no one noticed him.
Similarly, Lu Mingming believed that children who did bad things or were mischievous primarily sought to attract the attention of others.
Therefore, she would spend more time observing them with care, accompanying them, and paying attention to them.
With this thought clear in her mind, Lu Mingming prepared to push the door open.
However, in the next second, Lu Mingming's wrist was suddenly and firmly grasped, stopping her from proceeding.
Who was it?
Lu Mingming frowned slightly, turned her body, and looked at the owner of the well-defined hand – the one grabbing her was a tall, slender man.
The man's light, ear-length silver hair was particularly striking.
Beneath his neatly styled hair, the man possessed an extremely handsome face, his features as if meticulously drawn from a painting, leaving no room for criticism.
Especially when meeting his amber-like eyes, there was a feeling of one's soul being inexplicably drawn in.
An ordinary white shirt was buttoned tightly and properly all the way to his Adam's apple, exuding an aura of restraint.
He released Lu Mingming's wrist and habitually used his index finger to lift the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a gentle smile.
Lu Mingming heard him say,
"Hello, I am the honorific teacher substituting as the homeroom teacher this week, responsible for the children's regular knowledge education. I'm free today to get to know the children."
After the man introduced himself, Lu Mingming also stated her position and name.
Hesitating for a few seconds, she added, "May I ask, what was your purpose in grabbing me…?"
It couldn't possibly be just to say hello, she could have done that after entering the classroom!
The man gestured for Lu Mingming to step back again.
He raised his hand and signaled to the automated robot cleaning the corridor.
The tin robot, having received the command, immediately twisted its wheels and walked towards the classroom.
It used its tin hand to push open the classroom door in front of it—
A basin of cold water mixed with plenty of ice cubes descended from above, drenching the little robot thoroughly from head to toe.
Even Lu Mingming, who had retreated, was splashed with a small amount of water.
Fortunately, it was made of waterproof material. The robot stiffly twitched its wheels, then regained its usual agility and began cleaning the messy floor.
But Lu Mingming saw that the ice cubes had caused several small dents on the robot's head.
Lu Mingming herself, without realizing it, furrowed her brow.
In contrast, from within the previously calm classroom, a burst of regretful sighs suddenly erupted.
The sound of lights being turned on echoed from the classroom.
From Lu Mingming's perspective, five or six little radish-like figures, shorter than her knees, emerged from under the tables.
The leading chubby boy, with a pair of erect gray rabbit ears, clapped the dust off his hands and spat forcefully.
"What a stupid robot, why would it enter before the teacher?"
"Isn't that teacher not coming today? I want to play properly."
"Heh heh, restrain yourself. This is the third childcare provider change this month. Haven't these trash received the notice? How dare they still come?"
…
Though their voices were those of tender, three or four-year-old children, they spoke such cold and rogue words.
Lu Mingming was not foolish. At this point, she naturally understood that the students inside had intentionally played a prank on her.
Indeed, not all cubs were as obedient and easy to educate as her own.
Lu Mingming agreed with this viewpoint more than ever before, and at the same time, her mindset was subtly shifting.
The man on the side watched everything with a constant smile, without saying a word.
When he noticed Lu Mingming's change in emotion, he immediately patted her shoulder in comfort.
"They are a famously disruptive class. If you feel wronged and want to change jobs, you can come and talk to me."
Lu Mingming was not someone who would easily give up when faced with difficulties. Even though she was displeased with the current situation of these students, she still intended to responsibly educate them well.
However, she would adopt some more rigorous methods.
"Thank you, I have no intention of giving up for now."
Seeing this tenacious spirit, the man's expression remained unchanged, as if it was within his expectations.
"Alright, I respect your choice. We can add each other as star-net friends to stay updated on the students."
With that said, he handed her a business card.
Lu Mingming took it and looked at the man's identity carefully.
On the black, pearlescent paper made of special material, beautiful handwriting was inscribed.
Honorary Professor at Sal City Royal Academy, a researcher enjoying the most distinguished treatment—Morian.