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The instructor looked slowly at the three of them, his expression still so calm, but his eyes shimmered with an undeniable authority. His gaze traversed the entire space, finally landing on Kevin.
"Kevin, come with me to the instructor's office. We need to have a serious talk," the instructor's voice was low and steady, like an unfathomable pool of icy water.
The instructor turned around and looked at Jack and Lily. "As for you two, Jack, Lily," he said slowly, "the back area is a mess. I want you to clean it spotless."
Jack and Lily obviously didn't take the instructor's words seriously. They exchanged a smile, then waved lightly at Kevin, as if everything was under their control.
Kevin was furious, feeling completely ridiculed. He suddenly shook his body and shouted at them, "Damn it, you two are dead!"
The instructor glanced back at Kevin, his eyes filled with warning and reproach, as if reminding him that it was not the time to explode. Kevin forcibly suppressed his impending anger, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.
"Follow me." The instructor didn't say anything else, turned around, and walked towards the instructor's office.
Kevin followed closely behind, his steps pounding heavily on the floor, each step seeming to vent his dissatisfaction and anger. He walked fast, as if wanting to leave the suffocating space as quickly as possible.
Two people walked through the long corridor and finally arrived at the door of the instructor's office. The instructor used a key to open the door and gestured for Kevin to enter.
The door closed slowly behind them, as if it was shutting out the outside world full of prejudice and ridicule, leaving only this small but tense space.
Kevin walked to the chair in front of the instructor's desk, sat down, and stared at the documents and computer on the desk. In his mind, he wondered, what would they talk about this time? And how would the instructor treat him?
The instructor coldly took out a self-report form from the drawer and placed it firmly in front of Kevin. He glanced at Kevin and said in an unquestionable tone, "Write down exactly how the incident occurred."
After speaking, the instructor turned and walked to the computer desk, as if leaving Kevin behind in the air. He began to enthusiastically type on the keyboard, busily handling various documents and emails. The light from the computer screen projected onto his serious face, making him appear even more ruthless.
Kevin stared at the instructor's back for a moment, then reluctantly picked up the pen on the table and started writing on the self-report form. As he wrote, he grumbled discontentedly in his heart, "It doesn't matter what I say, you just won't conduct a serious investigation."
At this moment, a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He glanced at the busy instructor, secretly took out his mobile phone, and quickly snapped a photo of the self-report form and the overall environment of the instructor's office, especially the computer emitting a cold light.
Opening the photo editing tool, Kevin immediately added a black and white filter to these photos, making the whole scene even more oppressive and heavy. He used the editing tool to add labels such as "betrayal," "life," and "darkness" to the photos, feeling that by doing so, he could express his dissatisfaction and provocation towards this society, especially towards the adult world.
After doing this, he felt a brief sense of self-indulgence, as if all of this allowed him to take a bit of revenge on this unjust world. He thought to himself, this is just a microcosm of how people always betray each other and are thoroughly disappointed in each other. But then, he felt a wave of powerlessness and desolation because he knew that no matter how he struggled, this form and the instructor's attitude would not change as a result.
Kevin carefully put his phone back in his pocket, then picked up a pen and continued hastily completing the self-report form. He wrote casually because he knew that none of this would make a difference. But even so, he still wrote down his dissatisfaction and complaints, even though all of this would be buried in piles of documents and ignored. He felt that even in this kind of environment, he could not remain completely silent, as that would only make him feel even smaller and more helpless.
Kevin cast a disdainful glance at the instructor's face, then picked up his hastily completed self-report form and shoved it into the instructor's hand as if he were throwing away trash. He sneered inwardly, feeling that all of this was just unnecessary formalism.
The instructor took the self-report form, furrowed his brow slightly, and carefully examined the paper. He noticed the obvious misspellings and grammatical errors, as well as the logical confusion and incoherence. It was clear that this report was just a haphazard piece of work from a seventeen-year-old teenager, and it couldn't truly help anyone understand the full picture of the events.
The instructor shook his head inwardly, feeling a sense of helplessness rising from the bottom of his heart. He put down the disappointing self-report and looked at Kevin, trying to find a hint of remorse or self-awareness in the young man's stern expression, but to no avail.
"Kevin, I have already spoken with your class advisor. For this incident, the school has decided to give you a minor demerit. In addition, you will be responsible for cleaning the classroom every day," the instructor said calmly but firmly.
Kevin listened without any change in his expression, simply nodding as if the instructor's words had nothing to do with him.
"Fine, in that case, I'll follow the rules," Kevin said in a voice as cold as his expression.
The instructor silently looked at him, with a thousand words in his heart, but in the end, they all turned into a sigh. He knew that this young man harbored too much rebellion and dissatisfaction, perhaps these rules and punishments were meaningless to him.
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