Back here with another chapter reaching to a different dimension. lol, that sounded kinda lame. But, seriously, a new chapter. I wonder how long I'm gonna keep this going. Anyways, I just watched the new version of Doctor Zhivago, still kinda old, but still. Anyways, I got pissed so many times, it's not even funny. The retarded lady sleeps with every damn guy she sees, seriously, decide on ONE DAMN GUY, STOP F**KING ALL OF THEM! Well on with the story.

"Oh, Negi, yes it has been a long time, about 5 years, I think," Dean Konoe said. A girl with brown hair started at his words. "Oh by the way Negi, this is my granddaughter, Konoka. Konoka, this is the son of an old friend of mine, his name is Negi Springfield, he will be your new teacher starting today, onwards."

"Huh? He's going to be a teacher? But, he's so young, he can't be more than a few years older than me," Konoka said, confused.

"Yes, he is, but don't judge him based on his looks, he actually graduated at Oxford University a few years ago at the top of his class. He is a true genius, unlike those other fakes. I trust you'll look after him in class, Konoka?" the dean asked his stupefied granddaughter.

"O-of course, but, you're not lying are you?" she asked suspiciously.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he said mischievously. This caused Konoka to glare at him, annoyed, "That's what you've said every time you sent me to an omiai. When are you going to realize that I'm not even at the right age to be betrothed, much less married."

"Um... how long should I normally be left out a conversation, by Japanese standards?" Negi interjected.

"Oh, gomenasai, I can't believe we forgot about you," Konoemon said, "anyways, you'll be teaching Class 2-A, which happens to be where my granddaughter, Konoka, is in."

Someone knocked on the door. "Ah, come in Shizuna. Negi, if you need any help with your class or teaching, you can visit Shizuna for help," Konoemon said.

"Arigatou Konoemon, so when do I start teaching?" he asked.

"Whenever you're ready, you can begin today if you wish," Konoemon replied, "Oh, Konoka, you should leave now, the bell will be ringing soon."

Another knock was heard, and this time Takahata came in. "Yo Negi, I heard you would be coming today." "Takamichi! How have you been doing?"

"I've been doing fine, but I think I'm about to die, you're crushing my ribs," he replied. Negi let go, muttering an apology. "It's fine, even if you did go a little overboard with the reunion, I came to drop off this class roster for you, it's got some notes on them that I wrote." Negi looked at it, squinting, "No wonder it's so hard to read."

"Ah! Right where it hurts!" he joked.

"Ah! That's right, there's gonna be a reunion for our class on Saturday, you coming?" Negi asked.

"Oh! There is? I wasn't informed," Takahata replied.

"Of course you weren't, we voted that whoever met you first would tell you."

"You idiots never tell me anything, always a surprise, isn't it?"

"Haha! Yeah, if we told you first, you'd never be able to rest, worrying about what to wear and bring."

"Oh, was that the bell? I guess we'll have to catch up another time, see you later," Takahata said.

"Yeah, see you later," he replied, then muttered to himself, "Now where's the classroom I'm supposed to teach in?"

"Ah! Follow me Negi-sensei~," Shizuna winked.

In Front of the Classroom

Negi straightened his tie, feeling nervous, and opened the door. He stepped forward, and sensing something falling about to fall on him, flipped and kicked the item, which turned out to be an eraser, onto the teacher's desk. He sighed with relief, and took another step forward, stepping on a tripwire, causing a bucket full of water to fall down, he then grabbed the bucket before even a drop was spilled and put it behind his back, making the suction cup arrows hit it. "Well, that was an amusing greeting, to say the least," Negi said. He flipped open the roster, took a quick peek at each of the faces and said, "Fuka and Fumika, the traps would be effective for any other person, but for me, it's completely useless. However, I would suggest making the eraser slightly heavier, and add a little more tension to the strings, perhaps that would be more effective." Though he said that, no one was listening, they were all too shocked about what just happened and why a boy was in their classroom.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Negi Springfield, from now on I shall be your homeroom and English teacher. I hope we can get along," he stated.

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"WHAT?! IS THIS A JOKE?!" they all shouted, except for one person, Konoka. One girl with orange hair in twin ponytails and heterochromia eyes, walked up and grabbed him by the collar. "LIAR! YOU'RE ONLY, WHAT?! 16?"

" yeah"

"16, AND YOU EXPECT US TO BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE OUR TEACHER?!"

"Well, it's not really a question as to whether you believe me or not, let's see, Asuna?" he said as he looked back into the class roster, "it's simply a fact, and if you still don't believe me, go ask Dean Konoe, or your desk partner, Konoka. Now do you mind letting me go? I could force you to, but I'd rather not, as it may end up with you having both arms useless for the rest of your life." Asuna quickly let go, and grumbled something about sadistic perverts and idiotic liars.

"Now anyways, would everyone please return to their seats, anyways, since you don't believe me yet, I don't think that we should bother with introductions until you do, instead, we'll start off with a test to determine your mental ability, and this will be the hardest one you'll ever take."

"No! We believe you, please don't make us take the test," the entire class begged him.

"Fine, then we'll start off with introductions, and a little Question and Answer." he said.

Chapter ends here, hopefully I don't get bored of this too soon, that would suck.

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