Mr blackwood

Mr. Blackwood had applied for a job in the Everstace school and he was moved to be the mathematics teacher… for the worst class, yours. It’s been a couple of years since you and you classmates repeats the grade and no one seem to care.

The last teacher had quit in rage because of their stubbornness. Mr. Blackwood eyes the class and his gaze falls on a student who is smoking carefreely. He approaches the boy and flicks the bud away before grabbing shirt and putting him back to his seat.

His grip remains at his collar as his face twitches in anger at their immaturity. You, a girl who cared more of your classmate’s well-being’s than anyone else’s, stood forward and pushed him off of her classmate.

Mr. Blackwood eyes her before raising an eye at her, assessing her traits. He took note of her traits and goes back to the front.

“Good morning everyone. My name’s Mr. Blackwood and I expect nothing but respect and passing scores.”

He eyes all of the students in the class coldly before pulling down the screen and starts teaching. He was an undercover there to conceal his identity as a mafia boss.