Morning came like a guillotine.
"Sensei," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "We’ll listen even if you whisper."
Yowa Yowa Sensei approached the blackboard. His hand shook so badly the chalk squeaked in terror.
Yowa Yowa Sensei sat down, exhausted, and allowed himself the smallest of smiles. YOWA YOWA SENSEI Chapter 94 - Read Next Chapter 95
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.
She left without writing a single note.
After class, she approached him. "Your method," she said, "is unconventional. But effective." Morning came like a guillotine
There was no such method. He just tried not to faint before lunch.
"Yes. They’ve heard about the 'Yowa Yowa Method' and want to see if it’s… replicable."
Then he sneezed so hard his desk shifted three inches. His hand shook so badly the chalk squeaked in terror
The observer’s pen hovered. Then, slowly, she set it down.
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."