"Fu fu fufu fu.. let's get my manga back."
A guy came from the washroom..
"Eh? I put it here? Did someone take it? Did the librarian see it?" His face turned white.
"I will be cooked if I get caught".
"I gotta leave fast before I get suspected. I can buy a new one."
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On that side..
"Teacher, yes, these guys brought the adult manga."
Homeroom teacher Feng Shang was standing in front of them looking like an angry and grumpy cat.
Xun and Taraka. He said in a quiet but dangerous voice.
"Y.. yes sir." A cold shiver went across as they heard the voice.
"Why did you guys bring that to the school?" Homeroom teacher Feng said, looking at them.
"W.. we we.. found it.." Taraka trembled.
"Y.. yes sir.. we found it," Xun said agreeing with Taraka.
"Well, since it's the first time, I will not give a massive punishment." The teacher said but his face didn't agree on his words.
"But tomorrow, Sunday, you will mop the gym," the homeroom teacher said.
"This motherfucker," Taraka mumbled.
"Did you say something, Taraka?" The homeroom teacher gave a death stare.
"No.. noo sir, I will come to clean. I was just breathing with my mouth." Taraka shivered again.
"Well then, it's okay." He finally became a bit chill.
"And remember, it's the last warning."
"Yes Sir!" we both said.
"Now you two go home.If I see you again then.."
"Okay sir."
"Its the last warning remember that".
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And now in the Sunday we are sacrificing our peace of mind and sleep to clean the gym.
I and my son Xun burst into the gym, expecting a fortress of equipment, but all we found was dust and a single, lonely wooden bench. The construction crew hadn't even finished the walls yet. It wasn't a hideout; it was a trap
"I am not your son, motherfucker." Xun shouted beside
"Do not listen to him; he is mentally unstable after getting 3rd place." Taraka said fixing his tie.
"You bitch." Xun said.
And me, the librarian girl is supervising this kid.
Sigh!
What to clean? The gym has nothing. Taraka shouted at the girl.
We won't clean it. Its empty anyway! Xun protested.
Yeah! Fuck this gym. We are going home and sleep.
"You guys wanna rebel?" The librarian girl asked annoyed.
Yes! We aren't prey. We are Fighters! Taraka shouted
"I should call the teacher then. You guys can talk to him." The girl said pulling her friend from pocket dialing.
Xun and Taraka looked at each other.
No... no.. we will clean. We respect our teachers. The both of them said in a childish tone.
That's what I expected. The librarian girl put the phone in her skirt pocket.
Then,
"You two take the supplies and bucket and start the work now. Do not waste my time". She said firmly
"Yes, ma'am." Both of them nodded.
We both took the things and the bucket.
"Taraka, I will mop the floor; you clean the walls."
"Okay.. How can I refuse my son?" Taraka sighed.
"Let's do it then," Xun said.
The librarian sat on the small bench wearing AirPods and scrolling on Fishgram.
"Hey Taraka, I have a way to clean fast," Xun said, looking at the floor.
"If we calculate the angle of this... and then we divide it by 2... and then if we find the area of this square room...."
5 minutes passed...
"And that's how we can clean the room fast."
It's basic and easy math. Xun said confidently.
....
"Can you stop your 'way'? Just remove that mind and mop," Taraka said, staring at him blankly.
"But that way we can clean fa—"
"By the time you finish calculating, we could have finished the mopping," Taraka said.
"You now owe me 15 yuan+5 minutes."
"That's why I call you my son. But I am doubtful—how can my son be this dumb?" Taraka smugged.
"I am not your son in the first place, and—"
"Stop talking and mop the floor," Taraka said, scrubbing the wall.
"And you still owe me 15 yuan from that day, plus interest for the 'emotional damage' of bringing adult manga and getting caught."
"You were the one who told me to get some fun manga!" Xun said.
"I told you to bring mangas like Saw Man and Maruto, but you brought 'Biology Man'." Taraka looked at him.
"Now keep mopping, son... It will build character..." Taraka said.
"Okay..."
Hm hm..hm..
"Almost done!"
Xun wiped his forehead, looking around.
The librarian is on her phone. That means she isn't noticing.
And I must take revenge for the noodles.
Xun slowly took the bucket and dumped the water on the head of Taraka, who was mopping the floor.
A smug appeared on Xun's face, mocking Taraka with the same eye-wiggling motion.
Taraka picked up his bucket and chased him.
Then Xun got in front of the librarian girl.
And Taraka dumped the bucket. But Xun dodged and stepped aside.
And the girl got dumped with water.
"Excuse me?"
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And that's my perfect plan. I can easily execute it and complete my revenge of the spicy noodles.
"Haha.. Taraka, you are now dead." Xun laughed.
Xun took his bucket, walking towards Taraka.
"Haha, you are dead."
Slip..
But suddenly, a bar of soap got under his feet.
"Ahh.."
Xun fell with the bucket.
And all the water got dumped on him, making him wet.
The floor is now drenched with his pants.
"What the fuck?" Xun shouted.
"You okay, son?" Taraka looked back.
"Taraka, you mothafuckaa, who keeps soap on the floor?" Xun grinned, playing the victim card.
"Ah, sorry son." Taraka scratched his head. "I will be more careful." Taraka smiled.
Fuck!
I stared at the empty floor. My heart sank faster than my grades on a bad day. The mission wasn't just over; it was a total, embarrassing disaster.
You there? Are you okay ? The librarian girl said in a soft voice pulling out 1 earbud.
Yes! Xun said broken.
Now she had noticed too. I am going to explode from embarrassment. Xun cried.
Stop son, daddy's here. Taraka said.
YOU STOP CALLING ME THAT!!