The observer—a stern woman with spectacles thicker than Yowa’s anxieties—sat in the back row, clipboard ready. The students watched him with a mix of pity and concern.
He tried to write "明治維新" but the chalk slipped. It clattered to the floor and rolled under a desk. The silence was deafening. The observer raised an eyebrow.
The final bell had rung an hour ago, but the faculty room still held its usual quiet tension. Yowa Yowa Sensei—frail, pale, and perpetually on the verge of a sneeze—sat hunched over a stack of exams. His pen trembled as he marked a single red circle. A small victory. YOWA YOWA SENSEI Chapter 94 - Read Next Chapter 95
She left without writing a single note.
Yowa Yowa Sensei approached the blackboard. His hand shook so badly the chalk squeaked in terror. The observer—a stern woman with spectacles thicker than
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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."