Reborn: Seeking Justice from the Heartless Homeroom Teacher

A brand-new iPhone 4 was placed on the teacher's desk. "Quick, tell me, whose phone did you steal!" The homeroom teacher interrogated me. At the door of the teachers' office, a circle of classmates gathered to watch the commotion. My face stung painfully. Before he dragged me to the office, I talked back to him, and he slapped me twice. "Whoever makes the claim bears the burden of proof," I said coldly. The homeroom teacher glared at me. "Is this how you talk to your teacher? You have no manners!" "After all, he's raised by parents who collect trash," I heard someone say. "The unlock password is my birthday, 1027," I explained for the countless time. "Who knows if you changed it after you stole the phone," the homeroom teacher said disdainfully. I rolled my eyes, plopped down on the floor, and decided to wait them out. I kept waiting until school was over, and no one came to claim the phone. It was time for the homeroom teacher to get off work, and he impatiently shooed me away. "Forget it, you can go." I stood up, and when he wasn't paying attention, I rushed up and grabbed his collar, then slapped him twice in return. Old fool, he still thought I was that high school student who could be bullied at will. The homeroom teacher had never suffered such humiliation before. The veins on his forehead bulged, and he raised his arm to fight back. I dodged and shouted, "You framed me. You have to apologize to me!" Other teachers came over to mediate. "Forget it, forget it." "You framed me for stealing the phone, you hit me, and you insulted my parents. You should apologize to me!" My demand was reasonable, but no one spoke up for me. "You little punk, you have no ability but a big temper!" the homeroom teacher cursed. I scoffed. "Anyway, I'm more capable than you!" I was telling the truth because I had already lived once before. "Fine, if you're so capable, then get the first place in the grade in the exam! If you can do it, I'll apologize to you," the homeroom teacher sneered. "If you can't, you'll voluntarily repeat a grade and stop being my student!" "Deal! You said it!" In front of all the teachers, I made a bet with the homeroom teacher.