The Blind Spot Right Under the Lamp? (Continued)

Suddenly, the screen flickered again.

Once the image cleared, Theresa appeared on the display with an apologetic expression.

"Everyone, I'm terribly sorry... There was a small problem on my end just now, but it has been resolved. Please don't mind that unexpected incident."

The students stared speechlessly at their Principal.

After a moment of silence, protests began ringing out one after another.

"How can we not mind it?! Principal, were you trying to murder our ears just now?"

"Yeah, yeah! Principal, did you wake up confused again? There's a limit to being careless! How are you like a three-year-old child?!"

"You scared me to death! I thought the Principal had been swapped out just now! You couldn't even use a microphone—what kind of antique are you?!"

Listening to the students' complaints below.

Theresa quickly coughed, tightened her little face, and did her best to maintain her dignity.

"Quiet, all of you! If anyone keeps making noise, I'll make you sweep Park Avenue!"

Sure enough, as soon as she said that, the students below settled down considerably.

Theresa nodded in satisfaction. "Actually, I came today to tell you something important!"

"What important thing?"

The students were immensely curious. This Principal, who barely showed up a few times a year and was impossible to pin down, actually had something serious to tell them?

Had the sun risen in the west?

Then they heard Theresa say, "In fact, St. Freya Academy will be welcoming several new teachers in a few days. Are you happy?"

"Oh."

The students remained calm, showing no particularly strong reaction.

They had thought it was something major.

And this was it?

It was just a few new teachers. What was the big deal?

But soon, several students began to speculate. "Wait! New teachers... Could the newcomers be young, handsome