Revenge from the Homeroom Teacher

"A whole class of little brats! They're driving me insane!"

The unnamed teacher truly had nowhere to vent his frustration. Every student in the class had influential backing, and every one of them was ridiculously talented. Whether it was exams or regular quizzes, the little brats' grades lived up to the elite class's reputation.

Teaching a class like this was both a blessing and a torment.

The blessing was that, in front of his colleagues at the Ninja Academy and his friends outside school, he could proudly boast about how talented his students were. They were sure to achieve great things in the future. Perhaps the next Hokage would even come from his class.

The torment was that his dignity as a teacher had been trampled by a pack of little brats until nothing remained.

Yet, to preserve his image as a "teacher," the unnamed teacher couldn't tell anyone about any of it.

He was furious! Exhausted!

After class, the discipline in the classroom became even more chaotic. A large group of girls surrounded Sasuke, staring at him as hard as they could. Hinata had no idea what there was to look at.

Hinata suddenly had an epiphany.

Aside from being intimidated by Zabuza and Orochimaru's killing intent, future Sasuke could maintain his composure no matter what happened, as if Mount Tai could collapse before his eyes without changing his expression.

Could he have developed that temperament back at the Ninja Academy?

Hinata dared to swear on her conscience—or Ino and Sakura's—that if she were surrounded and stared at by a whole group of boys every day, she would have long since gone into an unstoppable mowing-down mode.

Hinata put her extracurricular book into her bag. The classroom was too chaotic; she simply couldn't keep reading.

And their teacher was irresponsible, too.

'Ring, ring, ring—'

The class bell rang. The little brats returned to their seats, and the unnamed teacher pushed open the door and entered the classroom with a stack of test papers tucked under his arm.

Hinata glanced up at the teacher... Hm? Then she looked again...

What was that?

Test papers?

The unnamed teacher sneered. Did they really think an adult like him couldn't handle a bunch of little punks?

Today, he would let them witness the terror of something called a "teacher."

Questions, test papers, exams—the complete three-piece set. After this, even the naughtiest little brats would have to behave themselves!

Bang!

The unnamed teacher slammed the thick stack of papers onto the lectern. His gaze swept across the classroom. Seeing every little brat wearing a stunned expression, he felt a slight sense of satisfaction.

Seeing you uncomfortable makes me feel much better.

Today, he would let them witness the authority of a "teacher"!

"This semester is nearly over. For the next three days, our class will be taking assessment tests, so that you can thoroughly integrate everything you've learned before the final exams."

Three days of exams in a row? What the hell! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"Students in the first row, please help pass out the papers!"

The moment the unnamed teacher finished speaking, Sasuke was the only student left in the first row. Everyone else had moved to the second row.

Sasuke, unnamed teacher: "..."

The unnamed teacher roared, "Then I'll have to ask the students in the second row to help the teacher pass out the papers!"

In the end, the test papers were distributed to the students. Hinata checked the time. It was already past ten, and there was only an hour and a half until the noon break.

But looking at the number of questions on the paper, forget an hour and a half—even two hours wouldn't be enough!

Damn it!

This bastard teacher either wanted to keep them after class or make sure everyone failed.

And many of the questions were difficult. There was no way a group of apprentice ninjas who hadn't even graduated could answer them.

Hinata sighed, but there was nothing she could do. She could only take out her pen and begin answering the questions.

At that moment, Shikamaru suddenly whispered, "Hinata, there's no way we can finish all these questions in an hour and a half. You start from the back, and I'll start from the front."

Smart!

Hinata made an OK gesture. Shikamaru truly deserved to be Konoha's future strategist. He had come up with a solution so quickly.

Hinata's mood instantly brightened.

When there were policies from above, there were always countermeasures below.

It was just a test paper! How hard could it be?

Scratch, scratch, scratch...

Time always passed quickly during exams. Hinata soon finished her portion. She looked up at the teacher, and sure enough, the guy was staring fixedly at every student, as though terrified that someone might cheat.

"Byakugan!"

Bang!

The unnamed teacher slammed his hand heavily on the desk and roared, "Hinata! If you dare use the Byakugan to cheat, you'll get a zero!"

Hinata: o(￣ヘ￣o#)

The Chunin Exam was all a lie... You couldn't even use the Byakugan while playing cards!

What was the point of having this Byakugan?

Frightened, Hinata immediately deactivated her Byakugan and lowered her head, not daring to say anything.

"What do we do?"

Hinata quietly asked Shikamaru.

Shikamaru sat very properly, like an exemplary student, but the shadow beneath his feet secretly connected to Hinata and controlled her as she completed the answers at the front.

The Nara Clan's jutsu was truly useful. It was so sneaky that the teacher couldn't notice it at all.

But what was Shikamaru supposed to do himself?

Shadow Jutsu couldn't help Shikamaru see Hinata's answers!

Shikamaru whispered, "Use a mirror!"

Impressive!

Hinata secretly gave him a thumbs-up. She first held her test paper upright to hide her face, pretending to check it, then took a mirror from her bag and used it to pass the answers to Shikamaru.

Today, the goddess of luck was definitely smiling upon the chubby Choji. Sitting between Hinata and Shikamaru, he somehow managed to finish the entire test paper.

'Ring, ring, ring—'

The dismissal bell rang. The unnamed teacher sneered. "Students who haven't finished may not leave class. Keep working! Don't think you can take this lightly just because it's an assessment. Once your grades are out, the teacher will notify your parents."

Calling their parents! The teacher's second move against little brats—and likewise an ultimate technique.

Hinata: "Hmph! I'm done!"

Shikamaru: "I'm done too!"

Choji: "I... I'm done too!"

Hinata walked to the front of the classroom and placed her test paper on the lectern.

Hmph!

Hinata disdainfully glanced at the teacher, then strutted out of the classroom with her head held high. Her two lackeys, Shikamaru and Choji, followed close behind her.

Try it again if you dare!

I refuse to believe grading papers won't tire you out.

Let's see whether we get more tired doing test papers, or you get more tired writing questions and grading them.

If you've got the nerve, keep testing us until the end of time!

There was a poem that put it well: The silkworm spins its thread until death; the candle burns to ash before its tears run dry.

Let's hurt each other, then!

After leaving the classroom, Hinata said to Shikamaru and Choji, "I'm so hungry. Let's eat first!"

"Okay!"

Shikamaru and Choji usually brought lunch boxes from home. Their mothers carefully prepared those loving Bentos for them.

In the morning, they put their lunch boxes in the school pantry to keep warm. At noon, they picked them up and found a quiet place to eat.

But Hinata was different from them.

Although Hinata's lunch was also a Bento prepared by her family,

it was freshly made by the family chef every noon, then delivered to the Ninja Academy by Tokuma Hyuga, an elite ninja acting as a delivery boy, and handed to Hinata as an ultra-luxurious lunch.

That was the style of a true young lady.