Good, it's not out of the bag yet.
Fushimi Roku let out a long sigh, pulling up his pants, feeling that this strategy was a bit disgraceful. After all, he was a man with Intelligence rated S, he shouldn't always rely on such underhanded methods to save his skin.
The bathroom door resounded with a knock, and Kujo Yua stood outside the frosted glass door, with a faint ghostly silhouette visible. She questioned eerily, "Teacher Fushimi... why didn't Tamako do her homework?!"
"Sorry, I'm currently using the bathroom, let me finish first—"
"I asked you why she didn't do her homework!!!" Kujo Yua shrieked piercingly, her sharp nails scrapping against the glass door, creating a grating sound, leaving five deep scratch marks on the backside of the door.
