Applause immediately erupted in the Class 3-4 classroom.
"Way to go, Reiko! We support you! If that teacher teaches us, I bet he'll torture us to death. I couldn't write 90 percent of those words just now. I calculated it—I'd have to copy them thirty times. My god!"
"Teachers are all terrible. We want Class 3-4's freedom back! We don't need teachers!" someone else shouted.
Some of the students joined in the commotion, while others hid in the corners, watching this gathering of delinquents plot against their teacher with some trepidation.
Knock, knock, knock!
Urgent knocking rang out from the disciplinary director's office.
"Who is it? Knocking so hard—how rude." Director Uchiyama cursed as he opened the door and saw a timid-looking female student standing outside.
"What do you need?" Director Uchiyama asked.
Wano Reiko bowed to Director Uchiyama and said, "Director, when our new Teacher Jiang Chuan was giving me private instruction, he took the opportunity to steal my underwear. I saw him secretly hide it in his briefcase."
"Nani? Something like that happened? How could he take your underwear off you? Aren't you wearing any right now?" Director Uchiyama asked.
"No, no, I'm wearing some. It was another pair I kept in my desk compartment as a spare. You know, girls have that time every month."
Director Uchiyama's eyes shifted as he made up his mind. The stolen underwear was probably fake, but Jiang Chuanhao being framed by these students was almost certainly real. Still, wasn't this exactly the opportunity he wanted? He had just been thinking that the students of Class 3-4 would drive Jiang Chuanhao away, and an opportunity had arrived in less than an hour.
"Can you guarantee that? Don't falsely accuse a teacher," Director Uchiyama asked sternly.
"I can guarantee it. I can even