The SSS-rank Guide Doesn't Need Saving novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: New Combat Instructor (2)

Aisha was dumbfounded.

The Qilin-like beast squeezed his head out further and looked around curiously.

You adorably stupid thing! Aisha cursed inwardly. Of all times to come out, why now?

’Bang!’

Suddenly, the hustle-bustle among the students was interrupted by that loud sound.

When they turned to look, they saw Aisha had her face down on the desk. Thankfully, with her face covered by bending over her upper body on her desk, they didn’t see anything. They turned their attention back to their new combat instructor.

But not everyone looked at him.

Vesper, who looked like his soul had leaped out of his skin, cursed lowly, "Fuck, that scared me! What the hell is wrong with you?"

He was sitting behind Aisha and saw how she suddenly smashed her face against her desk for no apparent reason. And he was even picking at his nose, almost stabbing himself.

Aisha lifted her head and rested her chin on top of her desk. Her face was completely blank, but the redness on her forehead had grown even darker.

She said, "...It’s nothing."

Fortunately, she reacted fast and covered the Qilin-like beast before anyone could discover it. But when she was just about to feel relieved, a pair of golden eyes landed on her.

Zeke stood at the front of the classroom, and though there was no change in his expression, his eyes had already fallen on her before moving past to look at the other students in the room.

But that one glance made her heart drop to her stomach.

Aisha wasn’t sure if it was coincidental or intentional, but she sensed his gaze lingering on her a lot longer than when he looked at the other students.

The chances of him recognizing her after last night were too big to pass up as mere coincidence. She hoped he wouldn’t recognize her. It was dark, and she barely faced him that night. So, the chances are low.

But what if...?

Glancing at the sky outside the window, she hoped things wouldn’t go down the way she didn’t want them to. Dealing with Nykos was enough; she didn’t want the Association to suddenly take interest in her because of this incident.

The students settled down as their new instructor stopped in front of the class.

"I’m your new combat instructor. You’ll address me as Instructor Zeke during class hours."

He didn’t elaborate further than that.

No mention of rank or where he came from. He didn’t explain why the Association would bother sending a man like him to babysit the students in their class. He simply set the stick down on the podium and looked ahead.

"Look at his coat... That’s the crest of the Association, right?"

"He must have come from the Association."

Aisha kept her chin down, one hand pressed flat against her chest where a small furred head kept trying to peek out from her collar. She jabbed it lightly with a finger. It huffed, offended, and finally settled.

Zeke’s gaze passed over her again on its way across the room. Longer than it should have.

This time, Aisha knew he’d recognized her.

She chose to ignore him completely. Out of sight, out of mind.

Their new combat instructor’s voice echoed in the room as he began his class. "I heard this class was assigned Aberrant samples last week. Today, we will test them."

A ripple of unease went through the room. Class 7-D was rarely tested on anything that involved actual practical tests. Usually, they were handed theory exams and left alone to their devices, the same way a storage closet is left alone until someone remembers it exists.

The only time they were included in regular classes other classes took were when a gathering of students needed to showcase what they learned.

Obviously, the result of that ended with everyone in their classroom being utterly humiliated.

"Bring yourself and your samples forward. I’ll release the seal, and you’ll neutralize whatever’s inside it. I’ll observe your presentation and correct what needs correcting."

Silence blanketed the room instantly. Many of them lowered their gazes, avoiding their new instructor’s attention. They definitely didn’t want to be the first one to perform.

However, someone saved them from the awkward situation.

Vesper, unaware of the strange atmosphere in the classroom, raised his hand before he could think. "Me! I’ll go first!"

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