โฆ25,000 ๐ช๐๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ง ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ก๐
๐๐ฃ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐๐ 2 —๐ด ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ง 3
A shout tears through the air outside — raw and explosive, the kind that makes your stomach drop before your brain catches up.
Then screaming. Then running feet.
"๐น๐ผ๐บ๐ป๐!"
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The whole class comes alive at once. Heads snap toward the window. Tomiwa stands up so fast his chair scrapes back. Ifeanyi is already at the louvres, hands gripping the frame, neck craning.
"Looks like fight for field!"
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Kunle doesn't wait. He's up and moving before anyone finishes the sentence. "Let's go!"
It spreads like a current — one student, then three, then all of them. Desks scrape back. Feet pound. Laughter, shouting, the electric pull of drama that no secondary school student can resist.
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One after another, they pour out the door.
The classroom empties in under sixty seconds.
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Bisi doesn't move.
He stands there, jaw tight, watching them go. He looks at the door — open, swinging slightly. Then at Amaka's bag on the floor, sitting exactly where she left it.
The envelope inside. The money inside.
๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ.
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He looks outside again. The noise is getting louder. Someone screams a name. Something crashes.
His jaw tightens one more time.
"I'll just check small…"
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He steps out.
The classroom goes still.
No voices. No scraping chairs. No laughter. Just sunlight moving slowly across empty desks, and one brown bag sitting on the floor —
๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐น๐, ๐๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ.
๐ป๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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โฆ25,000 ๐ช๐๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ง ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ก๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐๐ 2 —๐ด ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ง 3A shout tears through the air outside — raw and explosive, the kind that makes your stomach drop before your brain catches up.Then screaming. Then running feet."๐น๐ผ๐บ๐ป๐!"---The whole class comes alive at once. Heads snap toward the window. Tomiwa stands up so fast his chair scrapes back. Ifeanyi is already at the louvres, hands gripping the frame, neck craning."Looks like fight for field!"---Kunle doesn't wait. He's up and moving before anyone finishes the sentence. "Let's go!"It spreads like a current — one student, then three, then all of them. Desks scrape back. Feet pound. Laughter, shouting, the electric pull of drama that no secondary school student can resist.---One after another, they pour out the door.The classroom empties in under sixty seconds.---Bisi doesn't move.He stands there, jaw tight, watching them go. He looks at the door — open, swinging slightly. Then at Amaka's bag on the floor, sitting exactly where she left it.The envelope inside. The money inside.๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ.---He looks outside again. The noise is getting louder. Someone screams a name. Something crashes.His jaw tightens one more time."I'll just check small…"---He steps out.The classroom goes still.No voices. No scraping chairs. No laughter. Just sunlight moving slowly across empty desks, and one brown bag sitting on the floor —๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐น๐, ๐๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ.๐ป๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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