Class 2-A was a classroom straight out of your dreams. Students huddled in groups, all working on some project as they built machineries that used their own powers.
And leading them was another professor, Miss Elena. Her light green hairs were tied into a bun as she flew.... don't judge my words, because that's how it looked to me...among the groups of these smiling students. She guided them and corrected their mistakes from time to time.
But she didn't go full on with her helping. In fact she restrained herself as much as possible from pointing out everything and let the students adapt to their own critical thinking skills.
'Tch, I want to kidnap these teachers and enroll them in my school.' I was too jealous of these lucky students.
