The bright morning sun filtered through the swaying leaves of Windblume Academy, a school perched high in the floating isles above Mondstadt. A soft breeze carried the scent of dandelions and freshly baked tarts, as the bells chimed a tune that only Anemo users could appreciate.
"Ahhh, what a beautiful day for chaos!" Venti, the bard-turned-homeroom-teacher, stretched on top of his desk in Room 4A, strumming a lyre absentmindedly. "Today begins the journey of our four delightfully dramatic students."
Suddenly, the door creaked open and in walked a stormy presence.
"You're late, Xiao," Venti sang, grinning as the stoic yaksha stepped into the classroom.
"I wasn't late. I was meditating above the statue again. I heard your lyre from two clouds away," Xiao replied, sitting in the farthest corner desk by the window like a true anime loner.
The next arrival was more... dramatic.
"Out of my way, mortals. I, the Wanderer, claim the desk that offends me least," Wanderer announced, kicking the classroom door open with a gust of wind and flipping his cape.
"Wow. And I thought I was the edgy one," Xiao muttered.
"Can we not start a thunderstorm before attendance?" came the soft, poetic voice of Kazuha, who glided in through the open window like a leaf on the breeze.
"That was beautiful!" Venti sniffled dramatically. "A perfect 10 on the entrance scale. Heizou, you're up next!"
With a loud SLAM, the door burst open.
"OBJECTION! Someone stole my croissant from the staff kitchen, and I suspect—"
"—Heizou, sit down," Venti said, pointing to the only desk left. "Your croissant was a trap by Jean to test your investigation skills. You failed."
Jean's voice echoed from the intercom. "Heizou, report to my office later for a debrief. And replace my cinnamon tea."
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Classroom Chaos Begins
Venti clapped. "Welcome, students! To Windblume Academy. I'm your guide, your bard, and your worst nightmare if you don't turn in your Teyvat Tourism homework."
Kazuha raised a hand. "So... what are we learning exactly?"
"Geography of Genshin Impact — but with vibes."
Xiao narrowed his eyes. "Is this even a real class?"
"Define 'real,'" Venti grinned.
Wanderer facepalmed. "This is going to be a long year."
Suddenly, the bell rang.
"Period two! Physical Training with our muscular mystery: IFa!"
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PT Class with Ifa
"ALRIGHT, MAGGOTS!" yelled Ifa, flexing with enough power to summon a mini-cyclone.
Heizou blinked. "Are we training or preparing for war?"
"YES."
The boys were immediately thrown into a relay obstacle course that involved wind gliders, spinning dandelions, and catching apples mid-air.
Wanderer got stuck in a tree.
Xiao, impressively, completed the course in 3.2 seconds by teleporting through all obstacles.
"That's cheating," muttered Heizou, tangled in vines.
"That's talent," said Ifa, teary-eyed.
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Lunchtime Shenanigans
At the cafeteria, Kazuha and Xiao sat quietly, eating almond tofu and sea ganoderma buns.
"This tofu is peaceful," said Xiao.
"Like a cloud before the storm," Kazuha replied.
Wanderer dropped his tray. "WHO PUT A FAKE SLIME IN MY NOODLES?!"
Heizou held up a fake Hydro Slime with a grin. "Justice is served."
"Prepare for vengeance, detective brat!"
A food fight exploded. Jean walked in. Jean stared. Jean walked out.
"I'm pretending I didn't see this," she muttered.
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Afternoon Classes and TCG Madness
In Chemistry, Sucrose tried to teach wind crystal composition.
"So, the Anemodextrite molecule reacts when—"
"Kaboom!" Wanderer's experiment blew up.
"I said not to add Dandelion Wine!" Sucrose cried.
Later, during free period, the boys gathered in the TCG corner.
"Alright," said Heizou, shuffling cards. "Time for Genius Invocation!"
"I summon Amber!" said Kazuha.
"Diluc. Because fire is cool," said Xiao.
"I summon... myself," said Wanderer.
Venti peeked in. "I summon the power of plot armor and bardic nonsense. I win."
Everyone groaned.
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Evening Reflections and Dorm Life
In the dorms, Xiao meditated. Kazuha wrote poetry. Heizou was already plotting his next prank.
Wanderer stared out the window. "Maybe this school isn't completely stupid."
A paper airplane flew in with a note: "Reminder: Homework due tomorrow — Describe Mondstadt in the form of a rap."
The boys screamed.
Venti's voice echoed outside the window: "Sleep tight, little Anemo ducklings~! Tomorrow, you meet Sayu-sensei. Better stretch your hamstrings."
To be continued...