Chapter 289: Call Me Daddy

Let’s set aside the ridiculously hideous knockoff mask for a moment.

Just look at the new instructor’s physique—slender arms, thin legs, and a petite figure. Nothing about her screamed combat expert.

“Felix, you’ve got to be kidding. She’s our new instructor?” one of the students asked incredulously.

Felix’s face turned stern. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

The students were speechless. If this isn’t a joke, what is?

“You’d better shape up! The new instructor won’t be here long, so make the most of every second to learn from her! Stay sharp and stop fooling around!” Felix barked. Though he sounded fierce, he was genuinely trying to get through to them.

Olivia’s combat skills at Aeroville Military Academy were legendary. Convincing her to teach here not only bypassed her dropout agreement but also allowed students to witness Aeroville techniques firsthand. This was a rare opportunity—one these brats needed to appreciate!

The students’ expressions screamed skepticism. They seriously wondered if Felix had been knocked out one too many times by Olivia.

“The rest is up to you,” Felix said to Olivia, his tone unusually solemn.

Olivia nodded. “I’ve taken their offer, so I’ll do my part.” She took her responsibilities seriously.

Felix left the combat arena, but instead of leaving entirely, he crouched outside the door, peeking through the gap to watch. Damn. I want to pick up a few tricks myself!

The moment Felix walked out, the students erupted into chatter. None of them seemed to take the new instructor seriously.

“Instructor, what should we call you?” a cheeky student asked with a grin.

“Instructor, where did you get that mask? It’s so ugly!”

“Instructor, are you sure you’re here to teach combat? You didn’t walk into the wrong classroom, did you?”

Olivia’s gaze landed on a tall, burly student leading the chaos, his smug grin showing no respect. She crooked a finger at him.

Egged on by his classmates’ cheers, the student strutted overconfidently, even winking at the others.

“Instructor, what do you need from me?” he asked, completely oblivious to the storm coming his way.

Olivia stepped closer, placing her small hand on his shoulder.

The student blinked, confused. The next second—he was airborne.

With a deafening bam, Olivia threw the nearly six-foot-tall student over her shoulder, slamming him into the ground. Dust flew up; the impact echoed through the arena. A loud groan of pain escaped the student’s lips.

The room fell silent. All the smug, grinning students froze, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at their classmate sprawled on the ground, wincing in pain.

Olivia dusted off her hands and glanced at the stunned crowd. “As long as you can take my hits, you can call me Ultraman or whatever you like,” she said calmly. “But until then…”

She unzipped her jacket, revealing a new T-shirt she had just bought on the way over. Bold letters on the shirt read “Call me daddy.”

The students were shocked. What the heck? The entire group was dumbfounded. Never in their wildest dreams had they expected their new instructor to be this fierce.

As they debated whether to complain, Kyson suddenly spoke up, his tone cautious. “Hey…doesn’t the new instructor’s voice sound a bit familiar to you?”

Everyone fell silent. Now that he mentioned it, it did sound familiar. Not just familiar—it sounded exactly like the voice of the person who had once beaten Felix so badly he was left crawling on the floor… Olivia!