Aizen blinked. In this situation, discretion was the better part of valor. He hurriedly put on a smiling face. "Teacher... I still have a lot of work to do... If there's nothing else... can I leave first?"
"Leave? Where are you going? Are you not even listening to your teacher now?" Yamabuki Chidori said coldly.
"No, please go on." Aizen sighed inwardly. He might as well grit his teeth and take the scolding.
"Don't think a scolding will make this matter go away. You must write a self-criticism, twenty thousand words. The tone must be sincere, and your attitude must be genuine. One word short, and you'll take it back and rewrite it," Yamabuki Chidori roared.
"Fine, fine, I'll write it." Aizen's mouth twitched slightly.
"Also, write my ten-thousand-word self-criticism too."
"Hm?" Aizen suddenly looked up at his teacher. Just as I guessed! Hahaha! Teacher must have been reprimanded by the Captain Commander over what happened last night!
"What do you mean, 'hm'? Hurry up and write it! Hand it in tomorrow morning. Write mine first," Yamabuki Chidori roared.
Only then did Aizen obediently withdraw.
So all that scolding earlier was just laying the groundwork for making me write your self-criticism? Teacher, next time something like this happens, just say so directly.
We're both hundreds of years old already. What face do we need to save?
Aizen sighed helplessly.
Thirty thousand words of self-criticism... Well, I caused this mess anyway. I should help Teacher finish those ten thousand words.
Otherwise, I'm afraid the old man will chop me alive with a sword tomorrow morning.
Ten thousand words of self-criticism sounded easy enough, but even an eight-hundred-word essay took forty minutes. A ten-thousand-word self-criticism would take at least ten times that long.
Looks like I'll be pulling an all-nighter tonight.