<h4>Chapter 165</h4>


    Let''s rewind ten minutes, shortly after Song Ying and her ssmates went out to get the cake.


    The Director wanted to have a chat with the ss Teacher about not splitting up ss 1, but being a ss Teacher meant no cking off.


    She was a typical workaholic. Once she thought about work-rted matters, she absolutely couldn''t wait until the next day.


    Disregarding that it was almost lunchtime, she wanted to discuss this matter with the ss Teacher.


    So she dialed the ss Teacher''s number. The ringtone echoed melodiously on his office desk, but the ss Teacher himself was in ss 1''s ssroom, fighting over food with the kids, naturally unable to hear the phone ringing.


    With no one answering the call, the Director went to his office to look for him.


    The office was empty, but his phoney on the desk, sunlight reflecting off the screen, quite dazzling to the eyes.


    The Director didn''t consider that the ss Teacher might be in the bathroom or heading to the cafeteria for lunch.


    She still thought of the ss Teacher as a very dedicated teacher, perhaps taking advantage of other sses being split up to give his students extra lessons, or encouraging them to keep up the good work in theing year.


    Thinking of ss 1''s progress this year, the Grade Director nodded approvingly to herself.


    The ss Teacher truly lived up to his reputation. In just half a year of taking over ss 1, he had led them from the bottom of the grade to be the top ss in average scores.


    She recalled the Principal''s speech at the school''s mid-level leadership meeting, saying that ss 1 would be a pilot demonstration area, and if they could achieve certain results in two years, the ss Teacher''s teaching methods would be promoted throughout the school.


    As she walked towards ss 1, the Grade Director thought to herself that when she talked to the ss Teacherter, she should also ask him about his teaching methods. Even if they couldn''t implement them on arge scale now, introducing them to other teachers to help other sses improve would be good too!


    Because all the students were busy moving up and down the stairs, every ss was particrly noisy.


    So when she heard the morous voices from ss 1 as she approached, she didn''t rush in to intervene immediately.


    However, she was somewhat puzzled. After all, in her imagination, ss 1 should be having a lesson now, or listening to the teacher speak. How could they be so rowdy?


    As she entered ss 1''s ssroom and saw white papers stered all over the corridor-facing door and windows, the Grade Director''s brow furrowed even more.


    An inexplicable sense of unease welled up in her heart.


    This... doesn''t look like serious studying at all.


    Any teacher would be skilled at the art of peeking through windows to see which student wasn''t studying, which one was reading extracurricr books, which one was ying on their phone.


    But as the Director approached the window, she could only see that it wasn''t white paper stuck to the windows, but toilet paper!


    She felt faint for a moment, but bravely pushed open ss 1''s door.


    For their mischief, they had quite a sense of security, with both front and back doors locked.


    However, Song Ying had gone out to get milk tea and cake, making two trips, and she had unlocked the door when she left.


    This is why the Director could easily open the door.


    After pushing the door open, the Director first smelled a pungent, spicy aroma.


    Then she saw a group of students gathered in the middle of the ssroom. Among the students in school uniforms, a tall figure in casual clothes stood out particrly.


    He held disposable chopsticks in his right hand and a disposable te in his left, leaning over to scoop food from the pot.


    For the first time, the Director cursed her excellent eyesight, as she saw the ss Teacher''s chopsticks pick up a bright green vegetable.


    The ss Teacher had finally managed to snatch some food from these kids, feeling quite proud. Then he looked up and met the gaze of the bespectacled Director.


    Plop, the vegetable he had just snatched fell back into the pot.


    Having gone through thick and thin together, his students didn''t mind. The vegetable was quickly picked up by Little Fatty standing next to him, who blew on it briefly before popping it into his mouth.


    The other students in the ss hadn''t yet realized the danger that had arrived. Those who had finished eating and were resting on the side were all scrolling on their phones.


    Hearing the door open, they thought it was Song Ying returning, and no one paid attention.


    Little Fatty wanted to show off to the ss Teacher, but then he saw the ss Teacher''s somewhat dazed gaze. He followed the ss Teacher''s line of sight.


    And saw the Director staring at the ss Teacher across the hot pot.


    The other students who hadn''t left the pot also noticed their gaze, and the ssroom quickly fell into a deathly silence.


    The previously noisy ssroom suddenly went quiet, and the students ying on their phones away from the desks also noticed this eerie atmosphere.


    They looked up and finally saw the Grade Director.


    The group wasn''t too panicked, after all, if the sky falls, the tall ones would hold it up.


    The ss Teacher was present for this activity, so he should be the one to take the me. They were just kids, after all!


    Looking at it this way, inviting the ss Teacher to join the hot pot was truly a wise decision.


    The ss Teacher panicked for a moment, but it didn''tst long. Although his students'' behavior was inappropriate, the school had no explicit rules against it.


    He spoke quite calmly, "Director, would you like some? There''s still plenty of food!" Just vegetables left though, the meat had long been devoured by these kids.


    The Director closed her eyes briefly, finally directing her anger towards the ss Teacher. Just as everyone had thought, they were just kids, so all responsibility fell on the ss Teacher who hadn''t properly managed his students.


    "You''re the children''s teacher, how can you lead them in such mischief? The ssroom is a ce for learning. Look at your entire ss eating, the smell everywhere. What kind of example is this?"


    "And what if something dangerous had happened?"


    The Director red at the "culprit," "Youe with me to the office!"


    Everyone: Hooray!


    The Director''s gaze swept around the room. This group of students didn''t look very innocent either.


    So she added, "All of youe with me too!"


    Well, they hadn''t escaped this ordeal after all.


    So when Song Ying returned to the ssroom, she found an empty room.


    Fortunately, the Director''s office wasrge enough to amodate over thirty people.


    The ss Teacher, being the homeroom teacher and the oldest among them, bore ny percent of the fire.


    "Tell me, whose idea was it to eat hot pot in the ssroom?"


    ss 1 was a united family, how could they betray their ownrade?


    So everyone''s gaze turned uniformly towards the ss Teacher. As our patriarch, if you don''t go to hell, who will?


    Besides, the ss Teacher wasn''t innocent either. He had eaten the hot pot too, several pieces of meat in fact.


    ss Teacher: Yeah, you''re not betraying yourrades, you''re just framing me instead.