When a Retribution goes south
A WEEK LATER, AT CLASS 1 OF A PRESTIGIOUS HIGH SCHOOL IN A SMALL TOWN CLOSE TO S CITY.
It was a scorching hot sunny day the chirping sounds of birds filled the horizon. This was the last day of the final exam for the semester.
The students held mops, rags, basins, buckets, and brooms as they went about cleaning the classroom, while the teachers marked the examination scripts in the staff room.
Qin Heping stood by the window slowly cleaning the overhead glass windows. His top was wet from sweat, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
He focused solely on the cleaning completely blocking out the annoying conversation from the group of boys seated at the desks on the front roll of the classroom.
Most of his classmates had gone back to the dormitory after the scripts were submitted. Only the students on cleaning duty stayed back.