Punks

Backstage.

"Hmph!"

Chandler Bong's hand slammed down again to emphasize his point, and to look cool.

Bang!!

Alas. Alas...

That second slam actually triggered the recording device into a playback loop.

At the same time, a Digital Drum Beat Mixer was switched on and added a modern beat into the playback...

What resulted next was a scene completely out of embarrassing hell.

Well for Mr Chang and the school at least.

For the students, it was a heck of a practical joke!!

The Digital Drum Bear Mixer blasted out its funky modern beats!

The recording device played its playback loop!

Boom! Boom! Chika chika boom! Chika boom! Chika boom! Chika chika chika chika booooom!!! (Background sound)

"... You're sucking your brother's tits! Your whole family is sucking your brother's tits!" ~

"... You're sucking your brother's tits! Your whole family is sucking your brother's tits!" ~

"... You're sucking your brother's tits! Your whole family is sucking your brother's tits!" ~

"... You're sucking your brother's tits! Your whole family is sucking your brother's tits!" ~

It sounded so complex and professionally mixed.

If you claimed that it was a product of painstaking editing over a couple of hours, nobody would even think of doubting you.

Nobody would ever believe that it was a complete accident caused by two very unfortunate hand slams on the table!

"Gaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

"Haaaaa!! Haaaaa! Haaaahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Help! Hahahahahahah!! Hel- Hahahahahaha!!!"

"Whaa- hahaha!! What is the school trying to tell the Mayor?! Hahahahaha!!"

"I've seen the Mayor's brother before! He's chubby and has man boobs! Hahahahaha!!"

"Oh my god! Hahahahahahaha!!"

"Yes! If I remember correctly, I think he even has hair on his tits!"

"Oh my god! Hahahahahaha!!"

"That doesn't sound like a nice thing to suck! Hahahaha!"

There was nobody who wasn't laughing in the main hall!

Mr Walza… He was fuming mad.

Furious to the maximum degree!

The event was brought to an abrupt end!

"Mr Chang." Mr Walza glared at him

If looks could kill... Mr Chang would be in pieces.

Two hours later, after checking with the CCTV and cross checking every single statement made from every student present backstage, even Mr Walza had no choice but to shake his head in disgust.

It was truly a freak accident.

This was the power of the Mini Lucky Aura. It even attacks those who offended Jordan Lin.

Chandler Bong and the basketball team freshmen had kicked a metal plate and banged their heads on an iron wall!

"That Chandler Bong! And this… damned Baltech High School! I must stay away from them in the future, they are such bringers of bad luck!" Mr Walza snorted to himself angrily as he stomped out of Mr Chang's office. 

"Ah, Mr Walza, why don't you stay for lunch?" Mr Chang followed him out hastily. "I have ordered the most sumptuous triple cooked tende-" 

"Mr Chang." Mr Walza turned to give him a steely glare.

"Yes, yes, Mr Walza!" Mr Chang was so nervous he almost saluted Mr Walza.

"There are good things happening in your school, such as having a wondrous talent like that Jordan boy."

"Yes. Yes." Mr Chang immediately nodded in agreement even though his heart was pounding like mad, waiting for the inevitable "but" to drop upon him like a meteor. 

"BUT! There are also horrible things going on like that Huat bully from earlier, and that… that… Chandler Bong shenanigans." 

It pained Mr Walza's heart to even mention Chandler Bong's name at that moment.

"Ah yes. Yes. I will definitely fix t-"

"AS SUCH." Mr Walza interrupted him again. "I will only deduct 10% of your school budget instead of giving you your one month notice."

"Ah! Thank you Mr Walza! Thank you Mr Walza! I will definitely not disapp-"

"Let's go." Mr Walza snorted in disgust once more and beckoned for his two buddies to leave with him.

Angelina Burns nodded and followed after him immediately.

"You will receive a letter from the National Institute of Music soon. Make sure you respond to it without delay." Elliot Hawking said to Mr Chang quietly.

"I will. I will definitely do that!"

As soon as the three black cars disappeared from sight…

"Get the entire basketball team to bring their asses here! Right now!!" Mr Chang roared angrily!!

What followed was a thorough chewing out of the whole team unlike anything Baltech High School had ever seen before.

Half of the basketball team members, including the starters, were placed on probation, pending their good behavior in the next 6 months!

Gordon Huat was stripped of his Captaincy!

"Principal Chang! I do not accept this!" Chandler Bong couldn't help but voice out his disagreement. "I know we were at fault for making a ruckus backstage, but it takes two hands to clap! That Jordan Lin was at fault too!"

"That Jordan Lin was at fault too?" Mr Chang's already black face grew blacker in an instant. 

"Yes! He definitely was! We were very kindly giving him encouragement, but that ingrate ended up cursing us instead! It was his bad character that caused this mess to begin!" Chandler Bong lied righteously.

"Yes, Principal Chang. You must believe us! We were very kindly giving him advice! It was him that spurned our good intentions!" 

"Yes Principal! You must be fair!"

"I must be fair? Hahahahahaha! You damn punks, you must think I am an idiot huh? Vice Principal Fernandez, why don't you enlighten these little bunch of liars why they should not make lying a habit." Mr Chang laughed coldly.

Vice Principal Fernandez shook his head lightly with a deep sigh and made a series of clicks on the computer.

A deep sense of foreboding crashed upon the basketball players who were involved in the backstage fiasco.

Crackle. Crackle.

And then a recorded voice rang out from the speakers…

"... Yeah. You even dared to take Captain Gordon's time slot? Hmph. You'll definitely embarrass yourself out there. Dumbass!"

"You piece of shit. Enjoy your final day of peace! After today, even if you do not screw up, which you probably will, the basketball team will make your days a living hell!"

"You'll definitely throw the face of our Baltech High School in front of the Mayor and his guests. You damn loser. Accepting you is our school's worst decision ever!"

"If our school's budget get cut and our basketball team's funding gets reduced… hmph. You can forget about having a peaceful year. We will make your life a living hell!"

"Talent? Win National Competitions? Don't make me laugh!"