Asher had never seen a penile of such size – it was no exaggeration to say.
From his childhood to adulthood, even in ‘sex movies’, he had never encountered a penile with such an astonishingly large size!
He even wondered if Sam had undergone some kind of surgery.
Asher was so taken aback by Sam’s readiness to urinate that he couldn’t recover for a while, until Sam turned his head, looking somewhat disdainful, and said,
“Isn’t it rude for one man to stare at another man using the restroom? Or is it that… you like men?”
“Stop joking! What’s so great about that! Size isn’t everything, endurance and firmness are what really matter.”
Asher sounded a bit sour.
After all, which man wouldn’t wish to be ‘thick and long?
However, he took solace in the fact that soon he would see Sam crying and being forced to leave the school.
Everything planned for today… was a checkmate!
With his detailed scheme, there was no way Sam could escape.
He clenched the object in his pocket tightly.
Sam, meanwhile, acted as if everything was normal, as if he was just using the restroom in the usual way.
Soon, footsteps approached the restroom door again.
Sam didn’t look back.
He didn’t need to see who it was; Asher turned his head and saw two people entering the door, his accomplices.
A muscular guy and another who was slightly shorter. The two discreetly signaled Asher with their eyes.
Asher nodded, coughed softly, then looked out the restroom window.
“What’s that?”
As expected, Sam, standing beside him, subconsciously looked up, drawn by his words, and glanced outside.
At that moment, Asher suddenly threw something into the urinal in front of Sam.
Sam frowned.
“There’s nothing there, right?”
After doing this, Asher shrugged casually.
“Maybe I just saw things, you don’t need to worry about it…”
At that moment, more footsteps and a somewhat heavy cough of a man echoed at the restroom entrance.
It didn’t sound like a young person.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man in a teacher’s uniform, with thinning hair and glasses, rushing into the restroom.
But he wasn’t there to use the restroom.
Upon entering, his first glance was towards Asher by the window, and he frowned.
“Is what they said true?”
Asher suddenly broke into a smile, knowing that when this man appeared, everything was already set in stone.
Because this man was Thomas, the Head of the Administration at Kuhang High School.
His brain capacity was limited, but after several days, he had summed up a perfect plan for this moment.
Sam, get out of Kuhang High School!
Asher left the urinal and walked straight to Sam, who hadn’t fully pulled up his pants yet, ready to reach out.
Everything was going according to plan.
Out of the corner of his eye, he was certain he had thrown that object into Sam’s urinal… it was still there… a white pill.
And now, what Asher needed to do was reach out in front of Thomas and slap Sam’s pocket, completing the plan.
In Asher’s hand was a small white plastic bag.
For a student, drugs are an absolute taboo, and at Kuhang High School, any suspicion of drug use leads to immediate expulsion without negotiation.
Of course, Asher couldn’t get real drugs; he planned to deceive with a lookalike substance.
Although somewhat naive, he knew framing Sam this way would be difficult.
So, he had brought two accomplices, and even if Sam was innocent, it wouldn’t matter.
Even if the contents of the plastic bag needed to be tested for authenticity, Brody’s extensive connections could easily fabricate a false report.
Sam, an ordinary student without a notable family background or anyone to speak for him, would appear helpless.
Without conclusive evidence proving the drugs weren’t Sam’s, the false report from Brody, along with Asher and his accomplices’ false testimony, would easily frame Sam.
No special methods or intricate plans were needed, just a reason.
A reason to push Sam into an abyss.
So…
“Snap!”
Just when Asher’s plan seemed perfect, everything under control, and he was about to slap Sam’s pocket, his eyes widened in disbelief.
He turned his head uncontrollably and saw Sam smiling faintly at him.
His gaze seemed to tell Asher that he knew everything, he was well aware, and he saw through it all instantly.
Almost simultaneously, Asher realized that Sam’s hand, firm like a vice, had firmly grasped his wrist, leaving him unable to move.
And in his palm was that small plastic bag!
Even if the three of them accused Sam of drug use, but the drugs were taken from his hand. Wouldn’t that be like trapping himself?
Opportunities are fleeting, and while Asher was unsure of what to do, Thomas had already turned around, looking suspiciously at Asher’s rigid movements.
“What are you up to? You said you caught someone, right? Who? Him?”
Asher’s two accomplices were also anxiously looking at him, wondering why their leader hadn’t started the planned action yet.
They were waiting to launch a public opinion offensive!
But if Asher didn’t speak first, they were completely unable to start. What was he hesitating about?
From their angle, they couldn’t see the scene of Sam holding Asher’s wrist.
Only Sam knew exactly how anxious Asher was feeling.
He even turned his head with a smile.
“Weren’t we the only ones here just now? Are you saying the person you want to catch is me? What did I do wrong to be caught?”
That smile was so obvious, clear enough to make Asher realize a pressing issue.
If he said anything and Sam pulled out what was in his hand… the situation would instantly reverse!
It wouldn’t be him framing Sam; it would be Sam catching him red-handed!
What the heck, how is this guy so sharp!
Asher broke out in a cold sweat, stammering to Thomas, who was frowning.
“I… I’m sorry, it’s all a misunderstanding, I was mistaken, there’s no such thing… it’s all a misunderstanding.”
This statement made Asher’s two accomplices widen their eyes in shock. They were eager to remind their leader of the plan, even wondering if Asher was being threatened at gunpoint!
Thomas looked furious.
“You dare joke with me?! Fine, come with me to the office!”
At that moment, Sam finally released his hand.
The wind outside the window slightly blew his hair away from his forehead.
Such a stupid and childish trick, how foolish can you be?
