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No, she was extremely annoyed.

As a middle school teacher, she had oodles of patience to spare. She would answer the most nonsensical questions from her students. Then, she would explain simple questions over and over until even the least gifted student understood the solution.

Therefore, it was unusual for her to experience the frustration she was feeling.

In truth, it did not have much to do with missing out on something important.

Since she moved to Tokyo, she did not have social engagements. Her entire life revolved around her students and becoming the best teacher possible for the children. However, on occasion, she liked to unwind.

Her teacher had always told her that if she did not have an outlet for her feelings, thoughts and frustrations, she would blow up like a malfunctioning steam boiler.

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Therefore, every Friday after school, she would bake a chocolate cake and eat it with strawberry ice cream. Then, she would open a bottle of dry white wine and drink it while watching bad American reality TV shows.

The following Saturday, she would wake up with a slight hangover on her couch or the fluffy carpet in her den. But she would feel like her life was reset or refreshed. She would be energetic enough to handle life as a middle school teacher in one of the elite schools in Tokyo.

Unfortunately, the evening was not going as she expected it to go. She planned to have a short meeting with a parent and begin her usual wild tame night.

But the blasted man had decided to waste her time by not showing up on time.

“You should probably just go home, Ms Shio.” The troublemaker in her office said while blowing a pink bubble. Once it popped, she resumed chewing while talking. “My uncle will probably not show up.”

Shio Emi pursed her lips a little while suppressing a few choice words that she wanted to call Misaki’s uncle. Luckily, she was a professional, so she did not give in to her instincts.

“I am sure he will show up. Someone has to pick you up from school.” She smiled instead of cursing while thinking of her cake, ice cream and wine flying away.

“You have been my homeroom teacher for like five months now. Have you ever seen my uncle?” Misaki laughed a little at the optimism of her foolish teacher.

“It is not like he will leave you in the school overnight,” Emi replied as she continued reviewing the homework on her desk.

“True. He will probably send one of his minions to handle the situation.” Misaki responded while lowering her head.

Emi noticed how crestfallen the poor girl was. At eleven years, Misaki was already mature for her age, but it was a disadvantage. Mature for her age meant that she was thinking too much instead of being a child.

When she should have been discovering a few aspects of her individuality or forming innocent cliques with other girls, Misaki had already become a gang leader. She was the one who controlled the overall behaviour in her class.

It would have been fine if she was the sweet girl everyone talked about from childhood. Everyone said that she used to be the kindest and loveliest student a year back.

Regrettably, over the past year, her behaviour changed drastically, as if she was possessed. Now, she was a true gang leader who wanted the entire school to fall into anarchy. At least, that was what the other teachers said to Emi.

Shio Emi did not think the same because she had been a teacher at the Blue Monarch Institute for six months only. When she met Misaki, she was already a little devil.

In her opinion, Misaki was just looking for a little attention. She was feeling alone in the world. She had tried being the best student in class, but it did not catch anyone’s attention. Her family probably assumed that she was fine as long as she performed well in school.

A normal child might have kept striving to be better for their guardian’s love.

However, Misaki made a different decision from most girls. Instead, she decided to take a turn for the worst. She probably thought that if her family did not care whether she did well in school, they might if she was the worst.

Maybe, they would take notice of her.

At least, that is what Emi thought after observing the girl and reviewing her records.

Her evaluation indicated that Misaki was a bright girl with an exceptional brain. If it were any other school, Emi would have recommended the girl for an advanced placement exam. She was far ahead in her cognitive abilities in comparison with her peers.

But she could not do anything.

She was a teacher, but she did not have much power. She could only follow the accepted conventions of dealing with situations in the school.

The Blue Monarch Institute was located in one of the wealthy neighbourhoods in Westside Tokyo. The school was highly reputable with great programs that were useful for both students and teachers.

She did not think that the outward school image and the reality would be so different when she decided to apply for a job.

Emi still remembered how enthusiastic she was when she applied for the teaching position. She believed her knowledge and talents would be appreciated, and she would make a difference through her students.

How could have Emi known that the entire setup was a fa?ade?

Yes, the graduates of the school ended up in prestigious universities, but this could be attributed to the contributions made by their parents. They had the best facilities and teachers, but these resources were put aside in favour of politics, more often than not.

As long as a powerful student wished it, a good teacher could be banned from the world of academics. In simple terms, Blue Monarch was a place where the privileged students ran wild and treated the world as an oyster.

But Emi was not willing to accept the status quo.

Her wish was to help the students understand that they were not bound by the chains of the aristocracy. They could choose to be individuals. They could choose a unique life for themselves. She wanted to raise good students instead of ignoring her surroundings.

Her optimistic attitude was the reason she was assigned the problem class... Grade 5F. And the F was for Fail.

Even in a school built upon the principles of aristocracy and pompous superiority, there was a general hierarchy and order. And Grade 5F was at the bottom of that hierarchy because it had the most unsavoury children from wealthy families.

A light knock sounded on the door of Emi’s office, making her break free of her thoughts.

“Come in!” She said.

The door to her small office opened, revealing an unexpectedly handsome man.