Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 14 A Brand New Debut

"Teacher, um..."

In the empty corridor, a shy girl with her head down breathed heavily and called out to the man walking in front of her.

The window beside her was open, and a gentle breeze blew in, brushing against her face and playing with her golden hair, highlighting the mysterious blush on her cheeks.

"Could you slow down a bit?"

Given the situation and her terrible lines, if it weren't for the man's reaction, it might have been misleading people into thinking it was all about intimate moments.

"Ta-ga, Koukouwa-lu".

Mao Die slowly turned around, neither glancing at her nor reaching out to help her.

"There's nothing we can do about having long legs; it's exhausting to be compatible with shorter legs."

After leaving behind a sarcastic remark about being a role model for our generation, he, this stubborn straight man who had no choice but to do it, turned away indifferently and continued forward with swift, breezy steps.

"Whoa?! You... teacher—"

Mao Die's skills were truly miraculous; with just one sentence, he restored the panting Furlyn to full strength.

She clenched her little fists angrily and followed quickly behind, her little leather shoes making a cheerful clattering sound, but she couldn't catch up with the bad man who was always one step ahead of her.

"Doesn't this look energetic?"

Mao Die smiled nonchalantly. Although he was deliberately keeping his distance from her, he enjoyed this flirtatious and teasing way of getting along.

Anyway, he wasn't the victim, and Furlyn's reactions were always so interesting.

"It's not good to be so quiet like that. You're cuter when you're moving around."

"teacher--"

The girl waved her little fist and ran over with a coquettish tone.

"Wind Enchant..."

The frilly fabric clung to the soles of her boots, allowing her to run lightly, maintaining a speed that gave her a glimmer of hope but was far beyond her reach—like a high school boy trying to woo a girl he liked.

Springtime, gentle breeze, sunshine, flowing robes, swaying hair, and happy children.

There weren't many people in the corridor. It was class time, so instead of worrying about being late, Mao Die should think about how to make a dashing entrance.

Meanwhile, Furlyn, who was chasing and joking with him behind him, seemed to have an extra layer of protection in the eyes of others, so that she would no longer become the target of public criticism.

"Ah, we're here, this is the classroom."

As Mao Die approached the classroom where he had caused a scene the day before, he stopped and slowly turned around to examine the girl who hadn't been able to stop in time.

"Hey? Don't stop suddenly!"

Just as she was about to run headfirst into his arms, Mao Die gentlemanly stepped aside.

He grabbed her slender little hand and spun it 180 degrees like a top.

"Wind Flow..."

While Furlin was still dazed, he used his staff to cast a spell, sending her into the classroom and preventing any potential intimate contact from happening.

"Cecilia, if you're late, hurry back to your seat... Even though you're late because you asked me for tutoring, you still need to be mindful of the time!"

He took small, proper steps, and with feigned impatience, waved his pointer, signaling for Furlyn to find a place to sit down.

Of course, in order to improve her image before leaving and to keep her from being lonely, the necessary blame-shifting process couldn't be omitted.

"Hmph... I'm really sorry, Professor Maodie."

The girl gave a soft huff as if in a huff, then obediently nodded slightly in apology before sitting down in the empty seat in the middle of the first row.

As the leading lady, she sat in the rightful center position, took off her curved hat and put it aside, then took out three small glass bottles of juice from her pocket.

"I also want to apologize to my classmates for not being punctual for the first class since I just arrived."

Mao Die stood before the podium, smiled calmly, and readily accepted the admiring or adoring glances cast upon him by the crowd.

"As a teacher, one must set an example. I punish myself with three drinks for my recklessness, Air Suction—"

He waved his staff, grinned, snatched the tomato juice from Furlyn's hand that had just left her mouth, and gulped it down.

"Ugh...you?! How could you...I just drank it?"

She was both ashamed and angry. Although she didn't slam her fist on the table and stand there, she was so angry that she couldn't even speak properly.

"What a clever sneaky drink! Teacher, I want to learn that!"

Hong Shih-an, always eager to stir things up, sat on the right and jokingly chimed in.

"How can something done by a scholar be called stealing?"

Everyone present couldn't help but laugh, and the classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Despite his lack of confidence, Mao Dieli became increasingly audacious amidst laughter, and, facing Fulin's embarrassed and aggrieved little face, banged down two more bottles.

"Okay, okay, thank you Cecilia for the tomato juice."

Seeing her beloved on the verge of tears, Mao Die couldn't help but walk over, gently placing her hand on his head, and then...

Instead of a gentle caress, it was a press that added fuel to the fire, and the petite girl sat back down in the chair, her expression unchanged.

"That's enough pre-class entertainment. Let's have a fun class together!"

He twirled his staff nimbly between his fingers, just like he used to spin a pen as a child. His flowing robes were as dashing and unrestrained as he was, leaving the melancholy girl who gazed at him with resentment only able to harbor her hatred in secret.

Before I begin my lecture, please allow me to introduce myself.

He braced himself with his arms, then leaped backward, and sat on the podium, which symbolized the seriousness of the classroom, between his legs.

This action was undoubtedly against aristocratic etiquette, but Modie was a magician, and the charm of magic stemmed from reasonable rebellion and the mystery that anything was possible, and he was no exception.

"More than my name, you're probably more interested in my identity... Well, how should I put it? I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint quite a few ladies."

The audience was filled with nobles, but Mao didn't care.

He paused deliberately, just to whet the audience's appetite, not afraid that his lowly commoner status would cause an awkward silence.

Nobles look down on commoners simply because they don't appear noble enough. But if a commoner's aura surpasses that of a noble, those nobles will likely look at them with new respect.

The principle of "suppressing before praising" is exactly this.

"As you can see, my words and actions are as casual as those of a commoner, and the mysterious magic under my staff comes only from someone without official rank or title..."

The reactions of the young masters and ladies were intriguing. Whether they were envious boys or girls who fell in love at first sight, most of them changed their attitudes because of the first thing they heard: "no official rank or title."

Among the boys, a few, represented by Hung Shih-an, remained largely unchanged, while the others adopted a dismissive attitude of "nothing special," perhaps driven by jealousy.

The girls' reactions were more complex: Furlyn remained sullen, Ignis, her face veiled in white, remained expressionless, and the rest exhibited two extremes—

They either become increasingly excited about "getting better at getting rid of Mao Die," or they show a look of disgust like "what the hell?"

Mao Die, sitting on the podium with a smile, calmly surveyed every face below the stage, not forgetting to add a self-deprecating, veiled criticism:

"Unfortunately, he's just a Void Elemental Mage without any official rank or title."

"Whoa whoa?!"

Whether they were boys or girls, their expressions returned to normal, regaining the amazement they felt at first sight.

Faced with absolute power, their proud status is utterly insignificant.

The sarcastic remarks of a strong person are the best way to warn a junior who lacks self-awareness.

Even the usually composed Ignis and the pouting Furlyn showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"I am very satisfied with everyone's response. Please allow me to formally introduce myself again—"

Having established his authority, and with the arrogant young nobles falling for it, Mao was quite satisfied.

He twirled his staff with interest, then casually nodded and smiled in several random directions. Suddenly, his expression hardened, and he spoke with an air of authority:

"I am a trainee lecturer specially appointed by the Dean, Changsheng Mowan Maodie, and I am the best big brother to you second-year students."

Now it's everyone's turn to introduce themselves. Just introduce yourself; start with yourself!

His eyes widened in anger, he barked a sharp shout, and pointed his staff at the blond-haired male student in the first row on the far left—

An ambitious young nobleman, a sycophantic bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong, Mao Die's second target...

Dean Heissen.