Directly beneath the Senior Year classroom building.
Chirp, chirp.
A flock of birds circled overhead, their weak cries accentuating the stifling heat.
Senior Class 12.
Rustle.
All three windows in the classroom were wide open. Most of the students in Class 12 had gathered by the windows, a dark crowd, watching the scene below.
"Luckily all the teachers are in a meeting, otherwise we wouldn't be able to watch the commotion so freely."
Kevin Zong held his class yearbook and muttered quietly, "The one down there should be Quinn Ni, a Fifth Rank Martial Arts Program Student. He’s usually pretty low-key. Not sure what that guy did to provoke Quinn Ni."
As he spoke,
he glanced at a bespectacled boy next to him and teased, "Leon Zhang, aren’t you the one who loves to match poetry to the occasion? Hey, how would you describe this scene?"
Leon Zhang adjusted his glasses.
He was the top student in Chinese literature in Class 12 and had won second prize in the Riverdale Classical Poetry Contest.
Leon Zhang hesitated, then said, "Success or failure is unknown for tomorrow; right and wrong are weighed in the heart at this moment."
Kevin Zong scoffed, "What kind of nonsense is that?"
......
In the other senior classes,
Some students, tired of studying or simply bored out of their minds, crowded around their classroom windows, jostling each other to watch the spectacle below.
"This is a school, you know. How can that tall guy blatantly bully another student in public?"
"Isn’t it obvious? The teachers are all in the administration building for a meeting, so no one’s around to stop him. Of course he’s bolder than usual."
"Don’t you know him? That tall guy is Quinn Ni, a Fifth Rank Martial Arts Program Student. He’s already been admitted to Riverdale University. His graduation certificate’s been issued, and with the college entrance exam coming up, there’s nothing left in school to hold him back."
......
Inside the classroom of Senior Class 7.
The students, who would normally be noisy and crowding around to watch the excitement, were all silent, occasionally glancing at Andrew Han standing by the first window.
This window was always open, directly facing the classroom door.
Andrew Han stood beside the window, holding his iced milk tea, observing the situation below. Thanks to his keen senses, he could basically figure out what had happened.
First row of seats.
Zoe Li smoothed her hair twice and quietly shook her head. "Boring."
From the whispered discussions of her classmates, she understood what was happening below. But to Zoe Li, anything unrelated to her studies wasn't worth her attention.
Her face was delicate and fair, her beautiful eyes darting as she glanced at Andrew Han's straight back before returning to her notebook of math mistakes on the desk.
Focused and undistracted, she reviewed and reinforced what she had learned.
......
Below the classroom building.
Bang!
Quinn Ni lashed out with a kick, smashing the flimsy milk tea cup and splattering what little remained onto Gavin Bright's blue-and-white school uniform. Dots of milk tea clung to the fabric, with a few black pearls still stuck to it.
"What are you looking at?"
"Look again and I'll kick you to death."
Gavin Bright pressed his lips tightly together, lifting the battered milk tea cup with his right hand.
The muggy weather made the milk tea splattered on his school uniform and cheek sticky, and the black pearls rolled off his uniform onto the ground.
"I've already apologized."
Gavin Bright muttered, his voice low and muffled.