As the mournful melody began to play, the atmosphere in the hall changed instantly.
The meeting room, which had only been somewhat tense and oppressive before, took on an inexplicable heaviness under the tear-jerking music.
Uchiha Makoto stood at the front, observing the subtle changes in everyone's body language.
He noticed that the parents who had been sitting impatiently with their legs crossed unconsciously lowered them, their backs stiffening. The students who had been whispering to one another also fell silent, a hint of unease appearing in their eyes.
At that point, Uchiha Makoto felt the mood was just right.
He picked up the megaphone, brought it to his mouth, and coughed hard a few times, preparing to begin today's speech.
"Hello, hello... can everyone hear me?"
Two coughs came through the megaphone, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Then Uchiha Makoto took a deep breath and channeled the souls of those "education experts" from his previous life who had stood on schoolyard podiums and reduced countless parents and students to tears. His expression shifted seamlessly into one of sorrowful compassion. Even the ends of his words carried just the right touch of hoarseness, as though he were struggling to suppress immense grief. "Parents, students."
"After analyzing this appalling report card, my heart is so heavy that I can barely speak. Looking at those painfully glaring grades, I'm not just grieving over the scores. My heart truly aches for every father, every mother sitting here—
"Every one of you!"
At those words, the parents below, who had been seething with anger and preparing to beat their children once they got home, froze for a moment. For some reason, they felt a tug at the softest part of their hearts. Ah, this teacher understands how hard we have it!
Uchiha Makoto did not