He looked like he was thinking for the sake of Mexico.
The principal on the other side was so angry his mouth was crooked.
What a set of fallacies!
Put down nuclear weapons and surrender?
And then kneel?
"You're fired!" The principal was too lazy to say more and shouted directly.
Derek Porzingis shivered, "Principal, I signed a contract, this is illegal dismissal!"
"You can discuss it with the comrades who come to find you."
As soon as the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Knock, knock, knock
There was a knock on the door outside.
Derek Porzingis, recalling what the principal had just said, turned pale. Hearing the urgent knocking, his eyes were a bit dazed.
He finally stood up, trembling, and walked to the door. Looking out through the peephole, he saw the security guard of the school's dormitory and two policemen standing there.
He swallowed, glanced towards the window, but then retracted.
This was the 7th floor...
Jumping down wouldn't be good.
