It Takes a Pen to Straighten Up B*st*rds

Interlude 2

The dispute between the classes is resolved in Cale's favour. Teachers who were involved in ostracising students were punished, and soon rumours about the entire F-Class surfaced. Although Clopeh was the one who hit first, those brats had been saying everything they wanted.

Cale now looks at the parents, attempting to stop him from expelling their children. Assaulting someone is a serious offence, but they offer him money—Cale smirks, knowing how useless these people are.

"One thing is certain... If I become headmaster, I will not temper the children in this academy," he stated calmly.

"So you are going to accept the position of headmaster?" Deruth did not mind the parents attempting to woo Cale. When he heard Cale thinking about becoming the headmaster, his eyes twinkled. Cale was disgusted with his yucky pout with twinkling eyes as if he's seen a god.

"I said If," he deadpans, ignoring his parents' pleadings.

The entire faculty structure was established. Of course, Cale and Bassen, who were currently in love and adoring their classes, remained.

"Teacher," Eruhaben said, stopping the pleading Headmaster from embarrassing himself. "I am going back to class now."

"Oh, Haven. Nice to see you again." Cale handed him some papers and even asked, "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable or when you're in pain. Don't over-exert yourself."

"Alright." Eruhaben slightly bowed his head before heading back to class.

"So..." Cale returned his gaze to his parents. "Are you going to give up or should I beat you up?"

The parents immediately scurried away. Cale was dialling the cops so they had no choice.

If parents always come to the school to ask for reconsideration, force teachers to bow to them, or bribe officials, they're teaching another generation of spoiled and corrupt children.

Cale didn't want to come to this extent but since they'd irked him big time, he didn't care.

Those children will get expelled if their parents continue with this attitude.

That's why it's true that a fruit is not far from its roots.

"You know," Cale began to say before they could all leave. "If you always defend your children's mistakes, one day you will hire a lawyer to defend their crime. Discipline is not child abuse unless you yourself need to be disciplined."

With that, Cale let them go with a bitter expression.

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"Hm. I have been working too hard," Cale said as he banged his head against the pillar. He would just realised he did not have time to relax because he would been too hands-on with his retarded student. "Damn my slacker life."

"You did not have one from the beginning, Teacher," Eruhaben snarks with a snide grin.

"Right. You have been living in a cave for aeons now; you should be aware that you and your slacker life are not meant to be," Alver says.

"So, bastards, what are you doing outside of the classroom?"

Radish said, "We are teaching you the idiot, but that teacher did not like it." rolling his eye. "On that note, they have all been on the edge since you went and decided to fuck off some."

Cale shook his head and smacked their heads.

"Glad you're fine."

"Unless it is you, in which case it does not feel bad at all," Lack honesty stated.

Cale frowned. That was unnecessary for him to know.

"Right, I will cry if Teacher did this to us..." Even Raon—wait?

"What are you two doing here?" Cale demanded, raising his voice.

"I understand if it is radish, the puppy, this prince, and that idiot, but what are you two doing here?" Cale's head felt like it was about to explode. Raon and Lark, two of his most obedient students, are currently and physically interacting with the radish.

"Waoh. I am your student, Teach, and I feel attacked." Radish acted as if he was about to pass out.

"And you!" points at Eruhaben. "What is a recovering patient doing outside as well?"

"I'm late." Eruhaben calmly sips the tea that Vicross was casually brewing in the halls right now. He was comfortably seated on Clopeh Sekka's back with his legs crossed. Amazingly, Clopeh was calmly drinking tea while on all fours. "Rather than listening to useless indoctrination, staying outside is best while chilling."

"Right. Goldie-Hyung is right." Raon seconded. He's sitting on Radish's shoulders right now.

Cale closed his eyes with the headache he was feeling right now. Even Vicross, the perfect househusband material, got thrown outside the classroom.

Cale honestly thought that of all the bastards inside the classroom, only Vicross would be the last man standing!

Cale couldn't help but frown.

"Why are you all making such a racket? You all better have reflect—Professor Cale."

Cale asked the teacher, "Are you that petty?" The teacher trembled, "You even sent a recovering patient outside. What a bastard."

"P, Patient?"

"It means you didn't even read the letter Eruhaben handed to you or my words?"

"Wait, Professor, let me explain!"

"Explain to the headmaster, now go get lost," Cale snarled, glaring at the group outside, "And you!" They all flinched, "Get inside and shut your mouths."

There was never a day that Cale felt at ease!

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"It is better if we do the bob-nation thing with hoodies," Mary suggested during their class meeting. Because the boys were especially eager to do shit, the girls had to plan everything, especially the gimmicks.

"Let us throw in some masks as well," Raon suggested.

"How about an alias? Since we are going to be Bobnation, we should use Bob in our names," Lark suggested.

"That is fantastic!" the girls exclaimed as they began making banners while the boys went to work on the cheerleading props. Because they are small in number, the entire class will compete in cheerleading.

"Hm. Baby Bob suits Raon," Choi Han said. Raon was comfortably seated on his lap.

"Choi Han will be Puppy Bob, Eru-chan will be Goldie Bob, and Radish, hm... Bobdish."

"I sound like something Vicross's would serve."

"Hihi!" Raon exclaims, laughing, "Vicross will be Daddy Bob?"

"Why Daddy Bob?" Tunka inquired.

"Husband material Vicross," Mary responded for Raon.

"Right, Mary! This is why he is the Daddy Bob!" Rosalyn agreed.

They began calling each other by the names they came up with.

To be honest, this is the first time the entire class will participate in something like this as a class. They used to just sit and observe. They have no interest in such things, but Cale advised them to relax with their studies until the intramurals.

Of course, while planning all these things, Cale was listening from the outside. He had a satisfied expression as he walked by.

"Let us have Vicross have one stall for the Class's IGP," Cale suggested, explaining that "they need some funds for their class project soon."

He hears them.

"TEACH WILL BE BASTARD BOB!"

He chuckles.

Well, Radish is going to get fucked over the Mr. and Ms. Intramurals.

TBC

prepared chapter goes as far as this. I'll be back.