The courses in the other world did not bring any academic pressure to Droste, and most of the courses were even very easy.

After all, the peak of humans in the other world is still determined by their martial arts skills, so many people will improve their personal abilities to a more suitable and sufficient level, rather than becoming a great scholar.

That would be too boring.

Listening to the teacher talking at the podium with such a boring and casual tone, Droste felt a little drowsy.

In order to be a good student who doesn't sleep during class, and not wanting to embarrass the student union members again, Drost lay on the table awake, watching Patrick in front of him start to peck at rice like a chicken.

He pecked once, then immediately looked up and pecked again.

With nothing to do, he started sending messages to Teacher Fremea.

[Is Teacher Fremea busy? ]

[Teacher Fremea, is your soccer team manager's sportswear ready? I want it to be bright red.]

The message was sent, but it seemed like it fell into the sea. Droste was bored and dialed his phone, waiting for a reply from teacher Fremea.

It was not until the end of this class and not long after the next class began that Droste received the message from Teacher Fremea.

[I was in class just now and didn’t see the message. ]

Teacher Fremea explained first, then continued.

[Hmm... what exactly does the football manager's clothes look like? Why do I see clothes that are inappropriate?]

[Hmm? For example...]

Droste thought about the manager's attire and found that there seemed to be some places that needed to be modified.

In Droste's memory of his previous life, the female manager wore a white short-sleeved base with a red jacket on the outside, and there were three white vertical lines on the shoulders.

Droste couldn't remember the lower body very clearly, but it seemed to be dressed in similar swimming trunks.

Given Teacher Fremea's flat figure, it shouldn't be too difficult to put it on...

Could it be that Teacher Fremea had searched some strange place?
[For example, this decoration is problematic to wear. How can I wear these pants outside? They are too short...]

Is there a problem with wearing it? It seems that Teacher Fremea is also a person who says one thing but does another.

Droste caught the message very keenly. He curled the corners of his lips and then typed a few words happily.

[This is just a normal outfit. Teacher Fremea has already tried it, so are you planning to deny it? ]

Teacher Fremeia gritted her teeth and looked at the message that popped up on the screen in her palm, and was a little hesitant for a moment.

If I don't go back, I will lose the high-quality blood source, and then I will wither into a skinny old woman.

Reply to the message, what you have lost is the dignity of a teacher, you have disqualified yourself as a teacher!
It sounds like neither of them are good results and it would be terrible for you.

What should I do... this brat...

Teacher Fremea hesitated, but finally compromised.

[So... what do you want? Are you going to keep threatening the teacher like this?] Teacher Fremea tried to show her authority, and her words were somewhat menacing.

However, Teacher Fremeia knew clearly that what she was doing was just bluffing and that she was weak inside, which only made her guilty conscience more prominent.

Droste replied quickly: [How could Teacher Fremea think that? I just wanted to discuss fashion design with Teacher Fremea, I have no other intentions.]

After saying this, Droste also added a particularly large smiley face, which looked like it was casually drawn during class.

[Teacher, you see, my smile is so sincere, right? ]

Damn little devil, I don’t believe your nonsense at all!

Teacher Fremea was complaining in her heart, but since she was being held hostage, it seemed that she had no choice but to give in. […Okay, since you said so, let’s not talk about other things. I won’t agree to anything else.]

Teacher Fremea gritted her teeth and sent it out, then stomped her feet in her office in dissatisfaction.

The pair of long legs that were as beautiful as in cartoons had already taken off their black leather shoes. The toes wrapped in semi-transparent black stockings were slightly bent, and they looked a little nervous.

As the feet stomped gently, the slender legs trembled slightly, which looked very beautiful.

How does the saying go? I hope you have the responsibilities of a man on your shoulders, or maybe your calves.

[Of course, no problem. I am a hard-working and studious kid.]

Teacher Fremea looked at these words and couldn't help but look up and roll her eyes.

As a member of an ancient vampire royal family, she had always controlled her emotions very well, being extremely cold and indifferent.

Although I had to worry about my life span at that time and didn't have any other emotions, I still managed to get through it.

Now that she has absorbed enough blood energy and her mental emotions are gradually becoming full, she begins to break through Droste's defenses again and again.

"Huh... Fremea, you need to stay calm, control yourself, and stay focused..."

Teacher Fremea took a deep breath and told herself silently in her heart.

[I just heard the teacher say that it felt a little awkward when she put it on, so the teacher brought it to the office, right? ]

[Then I will come to see the teacher after class. ]

Although it was just a piece of text, Teacher Fremea seemed to see Droste's somewhat teasing smile behind it.

He had a smiling face and looked completely harmless.

The emotions that Teacher Fremea had just tried to suppress burst out again.

"Fuck, this is so annoying! Damn little devil!"

……

Soon, the school bell rang and the get out of class was over.

While teasing teacher Fremea and sending a few words to teacher Isabel to cheer her up, and looking at the seductive stockings under teacher Isabel's white nurse uniform, Droste's morning class passed quickly.

Without the pressure of finding a job and the teachers being lenient, Droste feels very happy just enjoying this rosy campus life.

"Jingle Bell……"

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Drost and Patrick said, "I have something to do. I'm leaving now."

He put the money in his trouser pockets and walked towards the office.

Walking through the bustling crowd, most of them are students going to the cafeteria to eat, and some are students who bring their own meals.

Intimate young couples or playful student groups all passed by Droste, making people sigh at the beauty of youth.

After walking through the corridor and turning a few corners, the building in front of you is the teachers' office.

Droste looked up at the gray-white building and then walked in.

……

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...(End of chapter)