Chapter 93
Author: PRINZY N
last update2025-06-26 23:40:32

It was an energy packed feeling. Heavy and buzzing in a way like a crazy beehive. As usual the mass of pupils that made them go home was gone. This time all of them were trying to get to one place, a standing to one oak tree at the end of the football field. There were murmurs everywhere as curious, curious ones, running through the room. “Is it really happening? ”“Jerry is going to kill him! ”“No. Max is way too calm. ”Everyone’s eyes pointed at the stage, phones held high up, ready to shoot the next thing.

Jerry, getting the glow of everyone's attention, hurried past the crowd and all his usual cavalier patters followed his lead like pilot fish. He moved with a show of extreme pride, his chest puffed out and a big goofy smile plastered over his face. He took off his backpack, dropping it carelessly on one of his friends. He turned his shoulders in what seemed like a display of massive strength and then cracked his knuckles, like the sharp teeth catching on the music of the crowd.

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