The air grew cold. His glasses fogged. He felt the familiar weight of dread settle into his bones. "M-my… class?" he whispered.
Yowa Yowa Sensei’s pen snapped.
It was the Principal, holding a letter with a gold seal. "Sensei," she said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "The Regional Board is sending an observer tomorrow. For your first-period class." YOWA YOWA SENSEI Chapter 94 - Read Next Chapter 95
Yowa Yowa Sensei approached the blackboard. His hand shook so badly the chalk squeaked in terror. The air grew cold