Before long.
A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the shop.
Accompanied by Chabashira Sae's somewhat impatient voice, two school medical staff carrying medical kits followed behind her.
The group rushed into the electronics store in a flurry.
Chabashira Sae looked completely different today from her usual stern, suited appearance in the classroom.
She wore a fitted black tank top that outlined her well-maintained, attractive figure.
She paired it with loose beige trousers, their hems casually resting over white sneakers.
She looked less professional and more relaxed and carefree.
The moment she stepped into the store, her gaze was instantly seized by the sight before her.
Several shelves had been knocked over.
Digital products lay scattered across the floor.
Akiyama Shin stood amid the mess, without the slightest trace of panic on his face. He even looked vaguely indifferent, as though the conflict just now had nothing to do with him.
Chabashira Sae felt the veins at her temple throbbing uncontrollably as a wave of helplessness rose within her.
It felt like her rebellious son, who never played by the rules, had gotten himself into trouble outside.
His mother had rushed over in a panic to clean up his mess.
Yet he still wore that impervious look, as if to say, What can you do about it? She wanted to get angry, but couldn't find a suitable reason to do so.
The medical staff had no time to concern themselves with any of that. They quickly went over to the fat middle-aged man, who was still lying on the floor groaning.
After briefly checking his condition, they skillfully took out a stretcher and carefully lifted him onto it.
The fat middle-aged man tried to struggle and shout a few more words, but after the medical staff softly calmed him