The principal homeroom teacher watched prized students being manhandled, shouting them long lost authority - one Even they tried intervene, students 'accidentally' elbowed them, adults grimacing in pain. The suffering inflicted on original host rebounding on them.
Perched on rooftop, I enjoyed this chaotic spectacle. Marvelous. Far more entertaining than any TV I nearly clapped - this grand showdown I'd been waiting for!
11.
It Ting who stopped melee. siblings emerged from mob, stood wild, filthy, bruised - a far cry from usual pristine arrogance. I nodded in satisfaction. Worth braving rooftop chill half an hour.
Zhou Ting tried 'Come down now, Wei. You've seen punishment.'
I remained unmoved. students who disciplined them, not me. still me an apology, don't they?'
With a sigh, Ting turned 'You know what do.'
Xu Zhaoyuan assessed crowd. No way out The knelt hesitation.
'Brother?!' stared in Her proud brother, kneeling everyone?
'Apologize.' His icy glare brooked argument. knelt beside him.
I called down: 'Don't kneel. You need too.'
Qianqian sprang 'Zhou Wei! luck!'
I smirked. 'Push? I'm favors.'
'You deserved it!'
'Oh?' I raised an eyebrow. 'How so?'
As opened mouth, Zhaoyuan arm. The crowd's anger at words.
'Enough!' voice cut winter steel. 'We were wrong. This is owed.'
Whether convinced or intimidated, knelt Then began ritual - each accompanied by mechanical 'sorrys', exactly forced Wei do.
Tears streaked Qianqian's cheeks midway. The spoiled heiress had never endured such humiliation. I gazed at sky. Wei, They're paying. this is beginning.
After a dozen kowtows, snapped. 'We're done, right?'
'Oh no,' I chirped. 'You made me do a hundred.'
'You bas-'
'Continue.' command froze protest. 'We this.'
And they did. Wei paid with empty couldn't atone. worry, Wei. Their has begun.
12.
When hundredth foreheads bled. Stumbling upright, they nearly collapsed arms.
Zhou Ting tried 'Will you come down now?'
'Fine.' I stepped back, untying safety rope around my leg. Calculated risks - point dying settling all scores. The principal homeroom teacher still awaited reckoning.
13.
In office, cowed educators stood scolded children school's major shareholder. Their hung on his word. knew his history - how he'd destroyed a teacher who neglected his son.
'Well?' Ting's voice could glass.
Thud! 'Mr. Zhou! We were Give us another chance!'
Pathetic Ting's gaze remained 'Am I who you wronged?'
The implication hung clear: Apologize her. hesitated, bowing a 'mediocre nobody'. survival instinct prevailed...
