Free Web NovelChapter 12: 12. Made Up a Lesson Plan About Mixed Classes. (Pure Bullshit, But Effective)
William looked at the paper, then at the small room he was in, and then back at the paper. "There’s no fucking way... before that it was the headmaster and now.. the vice headmaster?!"
"And, oh wow, I can’t fucking believe they’re giving me a real class to teach for this so-called Zero-class Instructor," he said out loud, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
"An advanced class... there are third-year students in it who probably know a lot more about fighting in this world than I do." William sighed. "It is what it is... I need to stop complaining before someone comment on this that William Wade the main character of this novel is being annoying."
"Keep in mind this was just for the comedy..."
He stared at the ceiling, wondering if faking his death was still an option. "I need to gather more information about this world..." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
"I know that it’s a fantasy world, but having a phone here is kinda..."
"But wait... fantasy is kinda flexible, yeah, it could be an urban fantasy?" William told himself, "This is fine," but he didn’t believe it. "Everything is fine."
"I’ll just do what I’ve been doing with everything else..." William slap his face to get ready. "What could go wrong?"
As usual, the universe didn’t answer that question. And that word he said was only to raise a red flag.
...
The next morning, William woke up feeling like he hadn’t slept at all. This was true because he had spent most of the night trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to teach a bunch of third-year students who probably knew more about this world’s combat systems than he did.
His borrowed memories taught him some basic things about how magic and fighting worked here, but they were frustratingly incomplete when it came to the actual lesson plan. "It is what it is then... like I said yesterday..."
"Hahhh..." William groaned while doing some stretches. "I do hope this day didn’t get any worse than before..."
As William put on his instructor uniform, which still felt strange to wear even though he had been in this body for more than a day, he muttered to himself, "Maybe I can just wing it again..."
"Everything went well with the girls yesterday..." William shrugged. "Like... how much harder can a whole class be?"
The universe, which has a long history of not being helpful, once again refused to answer.
"I should stop raising so many red flags at this point..."
...
William walked to his first classroom with his assignment paper, getting there about fifteen minutes early because he thought it would be a terrible idea to be late on his first day. He thought the room would be smaller for a zero-class like him, but it was bigger than he thought.
There was a stadium-style seating, set up in a semicircle around a central demonstration area. The walls were lined with different types of training equipment, and the big windows let in sunlight in the morning.
He was still looking around when students started to come in, and William quickly noticed that the group was strange. Some of the students wore expensive uniforms with family crests on them and acted like they had never been told no in their lives.
Others wore less expensive, more useful clothes and looked like they were ready to be kicked out at any time.
’What the hell is this mixed class...?’ William thought about how the best students took the best seats while the other students huddled in the back corners.
It was so clear that there was a social divide that it could have been painted on the floor.
Then Kaela came in, and her silver hair caught the light in a way that might not be legal in some places. She saw William right away and marched straight to the front row.
She sat down in the middle seat with a look of territorial aggression that said she’d fight anyone who tried to take it from her.
"Good morning, Instructor," Kaela said cheerfully, as if she hadn’t kicked down his practice room door less than a day ago. "A friendly reminder for you that I changed classes so I could train with you more often."
"I hope that’s not a problem."
William was about to say something when Lia walked in, and then she saw Kaela sitting in the middle of the room so she quickly claimed the seat next to her with a smile that was too innocent to be real.
Lia said in a sweet voice, "What a coincidence meeting you here, princess."
"I also changed classes to get more training from instructor Wade." Lia chuckled gracefully. "And now... we can all learn from each other."
"How lovely," Kaela said, but her tone made it clear that she did not think it was lovely at all. "I didn’t know the sword prodigy needed something like this."
William muttered in his mind. ’What the fuck is this situation...? It’s just friendly faces I’ve saw yesterday...’
Ellie rushed in, looking a little panicked and with her pink hair a little messy, like she’d been running, before William could process what had happened. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be late!"
When she saw Kaela and Lia already sitting down, she stopped for a moment before quickly taking the last front-row seat. "Oh, you two are here too!"
Ellie giggled. "What a nice surprise!"
The three girls smiled at each other in a way that made William distressed that someone would die before class even started. A few other students were now looking at the front row with looks that ranged from confusion to outright jealousy.
William heard bits of whispered conversations.
"Why do they all have to be in this class?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"Isn’t Princess Kaela supposed to be in the elite advanced track?"
"Even the sword prodigy, along with the genius who heals, is also here... What’s going on?"
"That Zero-Class instructor, the one who beat Instructor Reinhardt yesterday... is probably to blame."
"That’s impossible, it must be a fluke... He probably just got lucky."
William was beginning to see why the headmaster had told him not to draw attention to himself. Having three of the academy’s best students suddenly gather around him was like putting a target on his back for anyone who wanted to cause trouble.
"Jeez..." William said, "Okay, everyone, calm down."
He decided to start class before things got even stranger. "Let me introduce myself first."
"Good morning, as you probably all know that I am the one who’s called Instructor William Wade, and starting from today..." William clapped. "I’ll be teaching Advanced Combat Theory for this semester."
"I know some of you are probably wondering why you were put in this mixed class instead of your usual ones." He stopped for a moment to think of something that sounded official and not like he was making it up on the spot. "Well, you see... The academy thinks that mixing students with different skills and levels of expertise can improve their learning skill faster and efficient."
"For example..." William raised his finger. "Elite students can help newer students to learn something from their experience, and everyone can learn from seeing different ways to plan for a battle from their own experience."
This was total bullshit, but it sounded reasonable enough that most students seemed to go along with it. Some of the top students still looked annoyed that they had to be around what they clearly thought were less smart classmates, but at least they weren’t leaving or whine like a bitch.
"So for today’s class... we’re starting with tactical analysis and long-range combat principles," William said.
He mentally thanked whatever force had put some basic combat theory into his borrowed memories. "Knowing what’s going on around you and being able to guess where the enemy will go is just as important as being good at fighting."
