CHAPTER 182

Carl caught the clipboard with a sharp grab, his fingers tightening around it as he suppressed a curse directed at his teacher. With a resentful scowl, he turned away from Mr. Smith and began calling out names, his voice carrying across the field.

Meanwhile, Mr. Smith trudged over to the shade of a nearby tree, the scorching sun beating down relentlessly on the sports field. His face was flushed with frustration, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his brow as he sought relief from the oppressive heat.

With each step, he could feel the weight of the chaos unfolding in his class. As he reached the shade, he leaned against the sturdy trunk of the tree, letting out a deep sigh of exasperation.

He settled himself with a sigh, adjusting his cap to shield his eyes, and began to observe the students as the names were called.

As Carl began calling out the names, some students, already weary from the heat, settled down on the grass.

The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, and the temperature