An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

“This is fine…” Randy took it, glanced at it, and didn’t see any other problems.

Having nothing else to say, Randy left after a brief conversation.

"Ya Feng...this assessment..." Ilsa asked worriedly.

Although Ya Feng helped her catch up on a lot of basic theoretical knowledge during this period, she has not yet officially started practical learning, and the practical application of techniques accounts for a large part of the test.

But Ya Feng just chuckled and didn't seem to care.

"It's okay, you have your old man here. There's still a week until next Wednesday. I'm going to give you some special training."

"Special training?" Ilsa blinked.

But he quickly realized that Ya Feng was so young to become a powerful magician, so he must have extraordinary training methods. This special training must be able to help him improve greatly in a week!

"Alright!" Ilsa clenched her fist with determination. "So, what should I do next?"

Ya Feng smiled faintly:

"Go change into your swimsuit, sit on the sofa, take off your socks, and don't wash your feet."

"Eh?"

...

"Ya, Ya Feng...you, is this really part of the special training?" Ilsa asked, her voice trembling slightly.

She was sitting on the sofa, wearing a one-piece swimsuit, but her slender, fair legs were firmly tied to the chair, unable to move. Her two snow-white feet were exposed, with rosy soles and pink, round toes that looked like they were stepping on flower petals, beautiful and lovely.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Ya Feng said.

“But…but this…” Ilsa looked at Afeng squatting in front of her feet, studying something, and her heart was filled with disbelief. Her long, thin tail nervously wrapped around her thigh.

"Don't worry, this is legitimate, it's guaranteed to work," Ya Feng said.

"Now, you can practice ice crafting."

"Isn't this...just a routine training session?" Ilsa asked, puzzled.

Icecraft practice is the most basic exercise in the mage curriculum for developing control over mental and magical power.

The method is very simple: condense the water elements in the air and then use water to freeze them into ice sculptures of different shapes and forms.

Water is the element with the most obvious and sensitive changes in form. Fixing it into a precise shape with magic is extremely troublesome for a novice surgeon. Furthermore, its volume changes when it freezes into ice, so even more care must be taken in releasing the ice element; the slightest mistake can cause its form to change.

During this process, your magical abilities will also continuously improve as your ice sculpting skills improve.

Ya Feng raised his hand, and water elements gathered, forming a transparent water sphere in his palm. It kept shaking, and then after a slight adjustment, the shaking water sphere was fixed into a snowman, made up of two spheres of different sizes stacked together. On its head were flat round eyes and a carrot nose, and the outline of its mouth was also formed. There was even a scarf around its neck.

Ice sculpting practice aims to create ice sculptures that are as intricate as possible, with the depiction of details being particularly challenging.

The cold air condensed, and in an instant, the snowman made of water froze into ice, without changing its size or appearance at all; its eyes, nose, mouth, and scarf all retained their shape.

“I don’t expect you to make it too complicated. Let’s start with a simple snowman. Here’s one for you to use as a reference. Here you go.” Ya Feng placed the snowman on the coffee table and said to Ilsa.

"it is good."

Ilsa didn't know what he was going to do either, but she raised her hand and began to condense water elements.

Soon, a ball of water appeared in front of her, swaying, and the next step was to shape it into the shape of a snowman.

Ilsa concentrated, using the techniques she had learned, first solidifying the shape into a rough form, then adding details, and then...

Suddenly, Ya Feng tickled the sole of her foot.

"Pfft!"

Ilsa burst out laughing, her body went limp, and her attention wandered. With a splash, the water balloon broke, soaking her completely.

Now she knows why Ya Feng made her wear a swimsuit.

"What are you doing!" she glared at Ya Feng.

"I'm putting pressure on you." Ya Feng poked the sole of her foot.

"If you can condense a snowman while enduring interference, then your magic control is more than adequate," Ya Feng said.

"This, this is the special training you were talking about? Tickling feet?" Ilsa's eyes twitched.

"Hmm, hurry up, little princess, don't be lazy, keep going." Ya Feng patted her leg and said.

Ilsa gritted her teeth and continued practicing ice crafting.

Then she saw Ya Feng take out a feather and gently brush it across the soles of her feet.

"Ugh!"

With a splash, the water balloon burst again, but Ya Feng continued to tickle the soles of her feet. Ilsa was trembling all over the sofa, her body convulsing uncontrollably, her tail thrashing wildly, but her feet were bound and she couldn't resist.

"No... Ya Feng, stop, I can't take it anymore... Ugh... It's so itchy... Haha... Ya Feng... You, you bastard, ugh... Please, this just won't work... Please..."

"Hahaha, Dad, Daddy...hahaha..."

At this moment, Ya Feng stopped, and Ilsa finally got a moment to catch her breath, collapsing and panting.

But then she saw that Ya Feng had taken out another feather, and with a smile on his face, squatted down in front of her feet.

Ilsa stared at him blankly, her rounded toes curling tightly in fear...

Chapter 20 Did you just save a penguin?

Hoinlé College.

"Then, I'll go for the interview, and you go for the assessment."

At the school gate, Ya Feng said to Ilsa.

Ilsa had dark circles under her eyes and yawned next to Ya Feng, looking like she hadn't woken up yet.

During this period, she cut back on most of her rest time, and even stopped working at the flower shop, all in order to focus on improving her magic level within a week.

She was really tormented by Ya Feng; that kind of disruptive training has made her more sensitive now.

However, the results are indeed quite obvious. Now, despite Ya Feng's constant interference, she has successfully conjured a decent-looking snowman.

In addition, Ya Feng taught her a lot of practical skills, including several spells that were particularly useful during the assessment, as well as some tips for scoring high on the theoretical assessment.

A week ago, she thought she had a 30% chance of passing the assessment, but now she thinks she has an 80% chance.

"Remember the tips I taught you, and..."

As Ya Feng was speaking, he noticed that Ilsa looked dazed and confused, so he reached out and pinched her pointed ear.

Ilsa snapped out of her daze and glared at Ya Feng.

"Wake up, you can sleep when you go into the exam room."

He took out a dark, brownish coffee candy, handed it to Ilsa, and said with a half-smile.

The young lady muttered something to herself, took the candy, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.

The bitter taste also made her more awake.

"Keep it up, little princess, Daddy's waiting for your good news." Ya Feng patted her head.

"Just make sure nothing happens to you," Ilsa whispered, then added:

"Hey, good luck."

"Of course." Ya Feng smiled slightly.

They parted ways there and went on to their respective destinations.

Walking through the college, sunlight falls on your shoulders, surrounded by tall and elegant European-style buildings with pointed roofs. Flower buds are bright and colorful in the flowerbeds, and butterflies flutter about. Occasionally, you can see a few students wearing black, red and gold school uniforms walking by, bringing with them the unique youthful vitality of the college.

In his previous life, Ya Feng spent half a year here, but he spent most of that time studying and never experienced any of the academy life in another world.

Returning this time, his changed mindset gave him a different feeling, and he found that the place was quite beautiful.

Indeed, once the heavy responsibility is lifted, everything seems beautiful.

Even the rabbit beating up the penguins on the lawn is so cute.

Uh, wait a minute.

Ya Feng stopped, turned his head, and rubbed his eyes.

"Hey, what? It really is a rabbit beating up a penguin?"

On the lawn over there, a fluffy white rabbit is punching and kicking a penguin, and judging by the intensity, it's really beating it to a pulp.

It's outrageous! In broad daylight, under the clear sky, such a heinous act of violence could happen right on campus!

We must strike hard!

Overwhelmed by a sense of justice, Ya Feng immediately stepped forward and shouted:

“oi!”

The rabbit turned its head at the sound and saw a boot flying towards it. Ya Feng kicked the rabbit away, sending it flying in an arc and disappearing into the horizon.

"Are you alright?" He helped the penguin, who was lying on the ground shivering, to its feet.

The chubby penguin wobbled as it raised its head, saw him, and its eyes welled up with tears.

"Alright, I knocked that rabbit away, you're fine now." Ya Feng patted its head.

"Coo-coo-cao-cao!"

The penguin hugged him, touched, its short wings flapping against his arm.

"Be good, take care of yourself. I have something to do, so I'm leaving now," Ya Feng said.

After saying goodbye to the penguins, he hurried to the interview room.

Upon entering the room, I found three interviewers already waiting inside.

"You're ten seconds late, Mr. Ya Feng."

The interviewer, sitting in the middle, said with a stern face.

"I'm sorry, I was delayed for a moment."

Ya Feng honestly replied and sat down in the seat opposite them.

They looked at the file belonging to Ya Feng that was already laid out on the table.

“Mr. Ya Feng, your mage rank is upper-level scholar, right?”

"Yes, I just got tested a couple of days ago," Ya Feng said frankly.

“We have already reviewed your materials. Your performance in last week’s comprehensive teaching qualification assessment is more than sufficient to qualify you to be a history teacher.”

"However, since you have no prior experience in education, we need to assess your professionalism. Next will be a Q&A session and a trial lecture. If you're ready, let's begin," the examiner said.

“No problem,” Ya Feng nodded.

What are your self-assessment of your strengths?

"Advantages?" Ya Feng pondered for two seconds:

"Respecting the elderly and caring for the young...does my love for the young count?"

"..."

The chief interviewer fell silent. At that moment, another interviewer leaned in and whispered something in the chief interviewer's ear. The latter sighed.

"Next question: If bullying occurred in your class, how would you, as a teacher, handle it?"

Ya Feng sat up straight: "After school, I will call that bullying classmate over for a private talk, have a sincere conversation with him, ask about his mental state, tell him the harm of what he did, and teach him the correct values. Then, when all the students and teachers in the building have left and he has let his guard down, I will take out my copper-headed leather belt and whip him until he spins like a top."

"..."

"If... if you are in class and a classmate is making loud noises, and they ignore you after you've reminded them several times, what should you do?"

“I will stop lecturing first, then ask that student to come up to the podium and play rock-paper-scissors with me. I will keep throwing my fist until he says no.”

"..."

“Mr. Ya Feng, let me remind you first, this is a school, not a fighting arena. This is not a place where violence must be used to solve problems,” the examiner said, frowning.

“No, you’re wrong, sir. This is called teaching according to aptitude. The principles are for those who understand them, but for those who don’t, I’ve prepared something else,” Ya Feng said.

"I know what class I'm going to take over, so I know how to deal with it."

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