Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 132: Teaching Classmates

Chapter 132: Teaching Classmates

Rubbing her eyes, Amalia returned to the dorm, tidied up her things quickly, and left.

The application for a single dorm room, which she applied for previously, had been approved this morning.

The school have assigned a room fo her.

Out of sight, out of mind. She planned to move in there tonight.

As soon as she left, Dianna Yeste and the others came out.

"I just saw her packing her things. Is she moving out?" Wahneta Zalvez looked surprised.

For the past three days, they had planned to use silent treatment tactics to make Amalia experience what it was like to offend your roommates.

However, she never stayed in the dorm during the day and did not came back ubtil very late at night.

So, they had no chance at all.

And now it’s just three days later, she was going moving out.

"Moving out would be better. Then we won’t have to see her gloomy face anymore," Dianna Yeste cursed her in her mind, and hoping she’d move to an even worse place.

Another roommate suddenly spoke up, "Amalia seems to have applied for a single dorm three days ago, and it’s already approved. She should be moving to the single dorm area tonight."

The dorm fell silent instantly.

Wahneta Zalvez opened her mouth, "How do you know?"

"I saw it," the roommate lowered their head without explaining further.

"She doesn’t have money, right? Where did she get the money to apply for a single dorm?" Dianna Yeste complained indignantly.

This pseudo-rich kid couldn’t possibly have risen so suddenly.

"Regardless, she’s still a relative of the Rodriguez family. She shouldn’t be unable to come up with even this little money," Wahneta Zalvez sighed.

"Different people, different fortunes."

Dianna Yeste’s expression fluctuated, her fists clenched tighter, and jealousy began to shoen her face.

The new single dorm was much smaller than Kenny Lin’s villa but provided its own private space, far better than the four-person dorm.

Amalia could finally bring some of her belongings into the dorm.

After organizing everything, she lay on the bed that was emitting a faint musty smell, and pondering the various scenes since she met Kenny Lin.

She had to admit that Kenny Lin’s face did suit her taste.

In her previous life, she had considered embracing loneliness until old age.

But suddenly, in this life, she was entangled by someone who has no shame like him.

She had never dealt with such a person before.

She thought she would remain indifferent, but as time passed, she could felt a slight stir in her once-cold heart.

Should she accept this seemingly fateful arrangement?

Amalia hadn’t come up with an answer, and falling asleep until morning.

The next day, before leaving.

Amalia messaged Xylia Lazaro, and arranging a meeting time and place in the afternoon for completed their transaction, and then she headed to the weaponry departement for classes.

As she entered the classroom, dozens of eyes fixated on her like hungry wolves in a forest.

Looking at Amalia Instructor Waldo was smiling and called her over. In order clearing up Amalia’s confusion, he said: "Amalia, after discussions and voting by the whole class, we’ve decided to hire you as practical combat training starting from today."

Mighel Zepeda and Zhao Bin eagerly looked at Amalia.

"What kind of joke is this?" Amalia frowned.

"I’m here to learn, not to teach people."

Although she hadn’t really studied much at the weaponry departement these past few days, that’s because resources level is not high enough.

After attending the first instructor’s guidance session and finding it unhelpful for her, she skipped the rest of the classes.

"Before you get upset, hear me out first," Instructor Waldo also aware this matter was difficult for her, so he need to explained their pre-discussed plan.

"This wasn’t originally something for you to do. However, our class has limited resources. Many tutors in Class 9 are laissez-faire, so based on the few skills you showed on the first day, teaching everyone should suffice. To ensure your effort doesn’t go unrewarded, we’ve pooled together some money, not much, just 5 million. We’d like you to spare an hour every day to guide us."

Many students in Class 9 weren’t short of money, so gathering 5 million wasn’t difficult.

What they lacked was guidance.

Despite their training methods guaranteeing some progress, reaching the level to beat Class 5 and 6 seemed daunting.

Considering the six-figure balance in his account and yesterday’s plans, under everyone’s expectant gaze, Amalia slowly nodded.

"Firstly, I need to say that while I can provide guidance, I can’t guarantee it will be helpful for everyone. If someone feels it wasn’t useful, I won’t refund the money. Also, I’ll only teach three times a week. You can discuss among yourselves if you face any difficulties. If still unsure, you can message me privately, but I might not respond immediately. If I have time, I’ll reply. That’s all for now, and any additional terms will be added later."

"That’s fantastic! Don’t worry, Amalia. Regardless of whether it’s useful or not, the money’s yours. We’ve agreed to your terms," Guidance Instructor Waldo added in a hushed tone, "So, when do we start?"

"Today then." Ten minutes ago, Amalia would never have imagined teaching so many people.

Ever since she took over the original body’s life, she felt farther and farther from the solitary life that she experienced in her past life.

Whether it was a good or bad thing, she didn’t know. She could only take it step by step.

"Do we have to go to the Combat Hall?" Mighel Zepeda’s eyes glimmered with anticipation.

"No need. Let’s start with some attack and defense strategies today," Amalia aimed for swift action, and opting to begin with what she was proficient in.

Everyone immediately sat back in their seats without displaying any disappointment.

Although their tutors also had previously discussed attack and defense strategies before, but witnessing Amalia’s takedown Garcia Perez seemed different from what the tutors usually taught.

They couldn’t quite articulate the distinction.

Amalia’s teachings were indeed different from those of the tutors.