An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

"How can I see your cute, flustered expression?" Ya Feng said.

“You…” Ilsa puffed out her cheeks, but high in the air, she could only hold onto Ya Feng tightly.

They landed in a park near the college.

Ya Feng put away his umbrella, and only then did Ilsa jump off him.

But as soon as she landed, her legs went weak and she almost fell, but luckily Ya Feng caught her.

"Do you want Daddy to carry you?" Ya Feng asked with a smile.

Ilsa glared at him fiercely, shook her ankle, and then supported herself as she walked forward.

It was school time, and luxurious carriages lined the school gate. Well-dressed students, accompanied by stewards and servants, walked proudly into the academy.

As a world-class institution of higher learning, Hohenlé is also a gathering place for the sons of many prominent families, and even the current king graduated from here.

"I'll go first then. Be careful and make a good impression on your classmates on your first day. Also, remember to heat up your lunchbox before eating and don't touch anything else. I'll come pick you up after school."

"Ilsa said to Ya Feng."

Ya Feng looked at her: "Shouldn't I be the one saying these things to you?"

"Huh? You think it's me or you who should be paying attention to these things?" Ilsa crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Okay, I understand, Mom. Goodbye, Mom," Ya Feng said, waving.

"You...you're really not afraid of being overheard..."

Ilsa blushed, looked around, and finally glared fiercely at Ya Feng.

After saying goodbye to him, he left and headed towards his classroom, while Ya Feng also headed towards the class he was teaching.

Ilsa attracted a lot of attention along the way. The students passing by, both boys and girls, would subconsciously glance at her a few more times.

If it weren't for the water-shadow mirror hair clip still on her head, she would have thought that someone had recognized her.

Or perhaps it was her striking silver hair and demon tail that made her stand out, coupled with her delicate and pretty face, that made her easily noticeable in a crowd.

Ilsa adjusted her mindset, gripped the shoulder straps of her backpack with both hands, and quickened her pace toward the teaching building.

Upon entering the third-year teaching building of the Sorcerer's Division, I first went to the office to report.

"Linda Harman...a demon..."

Inside the office, there was a teacher in her fifties, wearing square-framed glasses and a top-topped witch's hat, who looked like a tough nut to crack. This teacher, Terri Stroud, was her future homeroom teacher.

Ms. Terry teaches the technical course, which is a key required subject.

Terry's gaze lingered on her entrance exam score of 310, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"Today is your first day reporting for duty, and you almost arrived late," Terry said, putting down her documents and adjusting her glasses.

“But…Ms. Terri, there are still twenty minutes before class starts…” Ilsa said.

“You’re a freshman, you should have arrived earlier, in case there are any extra things that need to be dealt with during this time,” Terry said.

“Okay, I understand…” Ilsa had no choice but to say.

Terry didn't say anything more. She raised her wand and tapped the table next to her. A tray floated up, and several books and lesson plans, as well as a glass teapot filled with herbal tea, landed on the tray and followed Terry.

"Come with me, let's go to the classroom first."

...

On the other side, Ya Feng also arrived at his class.

He wandered around the senior building for a while before finally finding Class 32 at the end of the corridor on the top floor.

I went to the office first, and it was completely empty; there wasn't a single teacher there.

Most teachers avoid this class and only come over during class time.

He put down his things and then walked towards the classroom with his lesson plan.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard a commotion coming from inside, even though it should have been class time long ago.

He pushed open the door, and a boy rushed out laughing and joking, bumping right into him.

"Ouch! Who is it?" He looked up in annoyance, saw Ya Feng, and sized him up.

"Where did you come from? A freshman? Let me tell you... hey hey!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ya Feng grabbed his ear and dragged him toward the podium without saying a word.

With a loud bang, the podium was slammed down, the violent sound silencing the entire class.

Everyone looked at him.

Under such gazes, Ya Feng calmly addressed everyone:

"My name is Ya Feng, and I'm your new history teacher and homeroom teacher. I only have one requirement for you: if you don't want to listen to the lesson, you can lie down and sleep, but you can't talk or cause trouble, understand?"

No one spoke; they all stared at him in a daze.

"If anyone dares to violate my classroom rules..."

He released the boy's ear, who was struggling incessantly. He was angrily trying to curse, but Ya Feng pushed him into a corner, then picked up the black wooden cane and pointed it at him. He immediately froze, standing straight like an ice pop, unable to utter a word.

"Like this, standing for two hours as punishment,"

The entire room fell silent.

Who is the class monitor?

Still, no one spoke.

"I'm asking who your class monitor is," Ya Feng said impatiently.

"It's me! So what?"

A crisp voice came from the classroom door. He looked over and saw a short girl with long, fiery red hair, hands on her hips, chin held high, her school uniform jacket drooping. She was clearly the kind of leader who was particularly unruly.

Looking at the red-haired girl, Ya Feng raised an eyebrow.

Not only does she look petite and pretty, but she also looks only slightly older than Ilsa.

Also, because she was a dragonborn, with dark red, sharp horns on her head and a thick, scaly tail.

“My name is Lucia Mirgonde, and I’m the class monitor. If you need anything, just tell me.”

The red dragon girl stood with her hands on her hips, her pair of crimson vertical pupils staring defiantly at Ya Feng.

Chapter 24 The Arrogant Class Monitor

"This is our new transfer student. Please introduce yourself," Ms. Tessa said to Ilsa beside her.

"Hello everyone... My name is Linda Harman, and I come from... Savidon. It's an honor to be your classmate. I've only been in the Kingdom of Fein for a short time, and there are many things I don't understand. I hope you can all be understanding."

Ilsa bowed to the crowd, and a few soft claps rang out in the classroom.

Compared to the attention she received outside, the students in the top class were much more indifferent to her. After all, those who could enter this class were either very rich or very powerful, or the elite of the elite, and had a wider range of experiences.

Looking at the faces of the boys and girls, Ilsa felt a little awkward.

Students at Hohenlé College enter at age twelve, and third-year students are around fourteen years old.

However, the thought of an 18-year-old adult having to pretend to be a little girl and interact with these classmates felt really awkward.

Although she looks a little younger than these children.

“There’s one spot left in row five, you can sit there,” Terry said.

The classroom was tiered, with only about twenty students. Ilsa walked to the last row with her backpack, put it down, and looked at her deskmate.

She was a girl with long black hair, wearing thick glasses, and her long bangs obscured her face. She was looking down, silently doing the exercises in her notebook.

Ilsa noticed her pointed ears; judging from them, she was an elf.

"Hello," Ilsa greeted her softly.

The other person glanced at her slightly and nodded, which was their response.

So cold...

It didn't seem to go very smoothly the first time I tried to say hello.

Ilsa had no choice but to sit down and take out her textbook. Teacher Terry had already started her lesson on the stage.

"Today we will learn the content of Chapter Six, the application of spells..."

...

The red dragon girl in front of him, who called herself Lucia Milgonde, raised her chin and stared at Ya Feng with provocation and rebellion in her eyes.

"Mirgund..."

Ya Feng now understood why the students here were so difficult to manage—it was because she, a descendant of the Milgonde family, was here.

This dragon-blooded family has quite a background. Legend has it that more than a thousand years ago, their ancestor gained the recognition of the former Red Dragon King, Milgonde, and made great contributions to the dragon race. In return, he received the blessing of his bloodline and transformed from a human into a dragon, thus establishing the Milgonde dragon-blooded family.

More than three hundred years ago, their family followed King Oro in raising an army, overthrowing the Solon dynasty and establishing the present-day Kingdom of Fein.

So they were a prominent family from the Zhengqiang Banner who followed the old king into the country. They had already endured all the grievances they had suffered in their lives when they entered the pass with the old king.

No wonder the college would rather replace the teacher than touch her.

How elegant!

But the version of the dragon race history that Ya Feng heard from Zeshita was different.

This family's possession of dragon blood is not because their ancestors helped the Dragon King split mountains and seas, or made great contributions.

It's because the former Red Dragon King, Mirgonde, was a pure human lover. Instead of being a proper dragon king, he became a human and ran around the world. Later, he took a fancy to a young lady from a family, and he went and seduced her, shamelessly becoming her live-in son-in-law.

And so the Dragonborn was born.

Later, things got out of control with the dragons, and Mirgonde started playing "Where Are We Going, Dad?" and ran away in a flash. Little did he know that the mess he left behind would become the powerful dragon-blooded family that would later dominate the region.

Ya Feng felt that if he could meet Mirgonde, he would definitely have a lot to talk about with him.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but find it a little funny.

This dragon-blooded family now highly associates itself with dragons, previously referring to Milgonde as the progenitor of dragons, and after Zeshita ascended the throne, calling her the mother of dragons.

If they call Zeshita the Dragon Mother, then wouldn't they be the Dragon Fathers?

If we round it up, wouldn't this arrogant and domineering Little Dragon Girl in front of me be my own daughter?

Wow, awesome! I became a teacher and got a dragon girl for free.

"What are you laughing at?" The red dragon girl Lucia frowned, looking at Ya Feng with a puzzled expression. Although she was not very tall, she had a strong aura and was just as arrogant as Zeshita.

After the mental storm subsided, Ya Feng regained his composure: "So, Class Monitor Lucia, why are you late?"

“To pick flowers,” Lucia said.

"Okay, then I'll also tell you that I'm the new history teacher and homeroom teacher, my name is Ya Feng. No noise is allowed in my class now. As the class monitor, if any problems arise, you'll be the first person I punish," Ya Feng said.

"Is there a problem?" Ya Feng asked.

Lucia looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and curled the corner of her mouth to reveal a small, cute canine tooth:

"Okay, but as the class monitor, I also have to tell you our rules here."

"Oh? I didn't know you had rules here," Ya Feng said.

"Of course, I have to make it clear to you first. If you want to be a teacher in this class peacefully, you must understand our rules. First, we can attend class whenever we want, and you can't stop us from going out to play if we don't want to attend class. Second, you must approve our applications to use all the activity rooms, stadiums, and libraries in the academy. Finally, everyone in the class must pass the quarterly assessments that you stamp. Do you understand?" Lucia raised her chin and looked at him contemptuously.

Ya Feng nodded: "Anything else?"

"That's all for now. I'll let you know if there's anything else," Lucia said.

"Okay, come on, turn around for a moment," Ya Feng said to her.

"What?" Lucia looked puzzled, but still turned around. Then, Ya Feng raised his cane and slapped it three inches below her tail.

That was the most vulnerable spot on the dragonborn's tail, and the pain was unimaginable. Lucia immediately jumped up in pain.

"You dare hit me!" she roared in fury.

But then, Ya Feng pointed his cane, and she immediately stood there stiffly, her tail standing upright, unable to move.

"You dare touch the boss!" Several boys immediately stood up, but the next second, they were all frozen in place, standing like popsicles.

"Let me remind you again, this is my class, and I am the homeroom teacher. From today onwards, all rules will be followed as I say. Anyone who dares to violate the class rules will be suspended from school for the next time I give them a warning," Ya Feng said to the whole class.