Urban System in America

After reading and digesting the information, he glanced at time and realized that it was time for class. So, he drove and went directly to the university. Everything seemed normal on the surface—the usual hustle of students, the familiar chatter in the hallways.

But that was only on the surface, beneath that veneer, there was a palpable tension. Because from the occasional conversations of students around him, he could tell the topic was still revolving around Clement— tones hushed yet urgent, disbelief mixed with amusement.

"...Did you hear what really happened with Clement?"

"I swear, it’s worse than we thought. Videos... actual videos."

"They say he’s in the hospital, but honestly? I think he’s just hiding."

In fact, it was even more heated now that more and more students knew the full story.

Listening to these murmurs along the way, he reached his class— the noise from within was unmistakable—chaotic, excited, raw. Absolute chaos. But the moment he opened the door, a split-second hush fell over the room, like someone had pressed pause on a phonk club.

Then it burst again as several students immediately surrounded him the moment he stepped inside.

"Bro, where were you yesterday? You missed the whole show!"

"Dude, you’re insanely lucky! You just had beef with Clement—and bam, he’s gone."

"If I didn’t know you well enough, I’d think it was your doing!"