What Heavenly Law Did It Break?

After the all-staff teachers' meeting ended, the teachers wore a variety of expressions.

The principal was a real bastard—he'd blocked every way out for them.

Had they thought they could simply stop assigning homework and solve the problem at its source?

Sorry, but the principal had issued a Homework Volume Index.

Clearly, one of those Old Sixes had come up with the idea of setting an index.

One thing was certain: that Old Six was definitely a leader who didn't teach classes. Otherwise, what would be the point of digging a hole for himself to jump into?

The meeting ended, and the students were dismissed after their last Self-Study Class.

Watching the students line up on the Sports Field, the teachers chatted among themselves.

The teachers who knew who had caused this didn't dare spread the word.

In the line, Candy, still unaware that the last class had been changed to a Self-Study Class entirely because of her, chatted and laughed with her classmates.

"Little Fatty, where's your Self-Criticism? Let me see it."

Little Fatty blushed and stuck out his neck, putting on a defiant front.

"What Self-Criticism? You must've mistaken me for someone else."

"Tch, what's the big deal? You just lost your winter break homework." Candy spoke with righteous confidence, having completely forgotten how she'd worked through the night on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Just then, Xiang-er tugged at Candy and Little Fatty's clothes and whispered,

"Stop arguing. The homeroom teacher's coming."

Candy and Little Fatty looked up at the same time. Xiang-er hadn't been lying: their homeroom teacher was walking straight toward them.

Judging by his gaze and his path, his target seemed to be... Candy.

Candy, realizing the seriousness of the situation too, immediately turned into a model student and straightened her