Sefina had been a science and engineering guy in her past life. After years of staying up late coding, one day exhaustion caught up to him, and he suddenly died.
When he woke up, he had transmigrated into the body of a girl named Sefina.
Now, for some special reason, she had to serve as the Elementalist Teacher for this group of students.
Facing students who dared to challenge their teacher, of course, she couldn’t show any mercy.
Her just-spoken cold command of “Class begins!” acted like a potent silence spell, instantly draining all the air from the classroom.
The deathly silence lasted for about three seconds.
The shock on the students’ faces gradually faded, replaced by a casual mix of curiosity and disdain.
The one standing on the podium… was actually a little girl about one and a half meters tall?!
She really was the teacher, not a student?!
But so what if she was the new teacher?
She just looked like a short little girl, and standing behind the tall podium even seemed a bit comical.
Several students in the back row had already slouched back down, their lips curling into the usual cynical smirk.
However, Sefina’s next words pierced through this newly awakened slack atmosphere like an ice pick.
“Those who were doodling on the blackboard just now, and the ones who put water buckets on the door, stand up.”
Sefina’s wine-red eyes slowly swept across the room. Every student caught by her gaze felt an inexplicable chill.
Silence.
The classroom fell into complete silence, with only the faint sound of wind outside the window.
No one moved; the students exchanged looks filled with both defiance and luck. There was safety in numbers—this was the consensus of those attending this class.
Besides, who were they? The empire’s future pillars, illustrious noble children. What could a new teacher possibly do?
Sefina’s lips pressed into a cold, straight line.
“I’ll count to three. Don’t make me come down and ask you personally.” Her voice wasn’t loud, but carried a strangely overwhelming pressure, heavy on everyone’s hearts.
The drawn-out tail of her words felt like a tightening string.
Around them, Pressure surged, and a few students with weaker nerves started turning pale, their fingers nervously twisting together.
At the moment she said “two,” three or four of them were like invisible pins had pricked them, jumping up violently from their seats with heads bowed, not daring to look up.
But the vast majority still wore indifferent expressions.
Especially that red-haired boy who suggested putting the water buckets, Kyle.
He even winked at someone beside him, implying, “See? She’s all talk, just bluffing.”
They were certain the new teacher couldn’t remember everyone. In the end, she’d scold a bit like the last one, then let it drop.
The countdown ended. Only six or seven stood up, far fewer than those who had been involved in the prank.
Sefina’s gaze didn’t linger even a second on those who stood.
“Those standing, go to the back and listen to the lesson.” Her order was concise and clear.
Those few, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly lowered their heads and walked to the back of the classroom, leaning against the wall as if the farther from the podium the safer.
Just when the remaining students thought it was over, Sefina spoke again, her voice even colder than before. Each word fell like an ice bead hitting the floor:
“Second row, fourth from the left.”
“Fifth row, first on the right.”
“Third row, the red-haired one in the middle.”
Her pace was steady, with no hesitation, precisely calling out ten seat numbers!
Every student named instantly froze the relief and luck on their faces, replaced by shock and disbelief.
How did she know?! She didn’t even glance at the seating chart!
The ones called out were Kyle and several other ringleaders of the prank!
“Those people, out!” Sefina’s voice was resolute.
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After a brief silence, Kyle was the first to react. The intense humiliation and aristocratic pride made him stand up abruptly, loudly questioning:
“Out? On what grounds? Who do you think you are?”
“I’ll prove who I am to you.” Sefina’s eyes were sharp as knives, showing no disdain for his words.
Kyle thought she was bluffing and grew even more arrogant, laughing on the spot:
“Pfft, a one-and-a-half-meter-tall little girl really thinks she’s—”
The veins on Sefina’s smooth forehead bulged instantly in a “井”-shaped pattern!
—O—n—e—p—o—i—n—t—f—i—v—e—m—e—t—e—r—l—i—t—t—l—e—g—i—r—l!!!
Before Kyle could finish the word “girl,” his voice was abruptly cut off, replaced by a terrified scream:
“Eh—?!”
Under the terrified gaze of all the students, Kyle’s entire body suddenly lifted off the ground, like a cat grabbed by the scruff of its neck, comically suspended mid-air!
A powerful and pure magical energy ripple spread instantly centered on Sefina.
“Holy crap! What’s going on?!”
“It’s the High-level Levitation Spell! Sixth-rank Magic!” shouted a knowledgeable student below, his voice trembling!
“What?! Sixth-rank?! Then she must be at least a Sixth-rank mage?!”
Kyle flailed wildly in the air, but was completely unable to break free from the invisible restraint.
Sefina showed no expression, casually flicking her slender wrist.
“Crack—!!!”
With another burst of glass shattering, Kyle’s body was indeed thrown out like a projectile from a catapult, crashing through the arched window at the back of the classroom, accompanied by a long, drawn-out scream.
Of course, Sefina had cast a cushioning spell, so he wouldn’t die, but a bloody mess and complete loss of dignity were inevitable.
The classroom immediately erupted into chaos!
“Holy crap! He really got thrown out?!”
“She’s serious!”
“Sixth-rank magic… my god.…”
Sefina’s cold gaze swept over the remaining nine students who had been called out, already pale with fear.
“Remaining nine, do you want to leave on your own, or shall I send you out?”
Those nine nearly crawled and scrambled to rush out the classroom door, afraid of being left behind as Kyle’s company.
Only then did Sefina return her gaze to the class, finally resting on those few who had stood at the beginning, now trembling in the back row.
“You back-row ones, accomplices to this prank, your semester’s usual grade credits will be calculated at eighty percent.”
Those few students paled but strangely breathed a sigh of relief—at least they weren’t thrown out……
Then, Sefina’s voice rang clearly through the classroom, as well as outside the door and window:
“The main perpetrators outside the door: your usual grade credits will be calculated at sixty percent! Moreover, if your final Magic Combat Final Exam score is below excellent, it will be considered a failure, and you must retake it!”
“Phew—” many students immediately sighed with relief, glad they hadn’t pulled a prank today.
“Oh, wrong.” Sefina, originally walking toward the blackboard, turned sharply in shock:
“It’s all of you. If your final Magic Combat Final Exam score is below excellent, it will be considered a failure, and you must all retake it!”
“Eh?!!!”
This time, the cries of surprise came not only from outside but from every student inside the classroom, all gasping sharply.