Fruit Jwuice
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Knock knock.
"Come in." The principal put the piece of cloth on the table and put on his reading glasses.
"Principal, the people from the police station are here," the provost said in a whisper after coming in.
"Okay," the principal said and nodded. He walked to the side of the window. Through the window he could see the parked police cruisers downstairs.
He sighed. The principal did not say anything but turned around and sat back in his chair.
If one did something wrong, one would have to admit the mistake and stand straight when taking the beating.
Although it was a school, it would not protect a murderer who committed grave crimes.
He didn't want something similar to happen again. The school was supposed to be a place where people could study in peace.
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It was morning recess. Gao Peng left the classroom to eat.