p>br />br />br />A guy with an average appearance was seen walking towards a building where numerous students were dressed in the same way. He inhaled deeply and then gradually let out his air. However, before he had a chance to respond, "Smack...!"
He yelled, "Ah... What the heck?!" to get the attention of the students who were gathered around him.
When he turned around, he saw another hand moving toward him. He retreated.
In a flash, he took a step to the right, continued going ahead, and eventually found himself standing behind a man who resembled Wolford. Another sound of impact could be heard."Ah..." is what the speaker says.
The youngster who had been struck mumbled, "Bro, wait..."
I slapped him on the head once more, causing him to groan in discomfort, before he could finish his yelling.
He exclaimed at the young man, "You little jerk!" However, before he could exact his vengeance, I pointed in the direction of the entrance to the school.
Diether came to a complete halt as he approached the school gate when he saw a girl who appeared to be between the ages of 16 and 17. He couldn't take his eyes off the woman walking by.To smack someone...br/>br/>br/>br/>I gave him another slap to the head, which jolted him out of his stupor. He was getting more and more irritated and eager as his desire for revenge grew.
I then broke into a speed toward the school gate, oblivious to the looks of disgust that were sent in our direction. Just before I left, I thrust my middle finger toward him, lifted my palm, and yelled "SIMP!" at him.Because of this, Diether's veins swelled up with rage and frustration.
He clenched his teeth and gave chase to me, his indignant attitude coming off as ludicrous. But just as he was getting up to full speed, he heard shouting coming from behind him.
"KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN, THERE'S A SIMP!"
"A PERVERTED SIMP, BE CAREFUL!" is written on the sign.
The exclamation "WHAT A SIMP!"
When he turned around, he heard three successive yells reverberate from behind him, and when he did, he noticed that three veins on his forehead were suddenly beating rapidly.br/>br/>Three boys of a similar age to me were spotted yelling behind him. One of the three appeared to have above-average looks, while the other two appeared to have looks that were very average.
The other pupils who had been watching were seen looking around with smiles on their faces as they saw this spectacle.Diether then shifted course, giving up his pursuit of me and went in the opposite direction, toward the three boys who had been insulting each other before.
"You little rascals..." The expression on his face had transformed into one that was absurdly furious, and the other students couldn't help but laugh at the sight.
However, this did nothing to calm the rage that was already present within Diether; in fact, it just inflamed it further. He ran as fast as he could toward the three youngsters, pushing himself to his physical limitations in the process.
These three young men were taken aback by the sudden acceleration, as they had not prepared themselves for such speed. However, they did take something with them when they left.
The three of them screamed, "F***ING SIMP!" one more time while crossing their arms and raising their middle fingers.
This simply made Diether smile more out of fury; it was a smile so ominous that it could frighten a kid of three years old.
Naturally, the three little boys had no intention of sitting still and waiting for the irate man to catch up with them. They escaped, not having the courage to remain where they were.
During this time, Wolford was nonchalantly making his way towards a certain classroom, taking in the scene as he went, which included a number of people dressed in uniform. The females wore skirts that exposed their thighs, and the long socks they wore only served to accentuate how alluring their legs appeared.
As Wolford made his way through the busy school, he couldn't help but take note of the various multitude of pupils, all of whom possessed their own individual characteristics and personalities. Others had their headphones on and appeared to be immersed in their own worlds, while still others were having animated talks with one another.
The architecture of the school was a fusion of modern and traditional styles, and in the very middle of the building stood a magnificent clock tower. The windows were open, allowing sunlight to flood the room and create glowing patterns on the newly polished floors.
A group of students could be seen out in the distance congregating around a notice board. They were looking for information regarding future activities, clubs, and tests. Students who were hungry were drawn to the hallways by the tantalizing scent of food that had been cooking in the cafeteria.br/>br/>Wolford was finally able to reach his target, which was a classroom that held the potential for new connections, academic difficulties, and exciting new experiences in the realm of education. When he walked in, his mind was already racing with thoughts of the new day, and he was ready to take on everything that the high school day would throw at him.