—Respect isn't requested here. It's commanded—and failure has a price.
Heinrich Von Falken University — Corridor outside IT Block
11:03 AM | Just after class
The door of the IT classroom creaked open, and the once-silent room slowly returned to whispers and scattered murmurs as Professor Lukas Schneider stepped out, his black boots echoing against the polished floor.His sleeves were still rolled up, his expression still unreadable—a man made of order and old scars.Standing against the wall like schoolboys at detention were Henry Vinson and his gang—Timo, Felix, Jonas, and Max—each trying to keep their cool but failing to mask the tension beneath.Lukas didn't stop walking.He didn't break stride.
He spoke as he passed them, his words cold and cutting like glass dragged across concrete. "Did you call your parents?"
The group exchanged glances like guilty children caught mid-mischief.Timo scratched his neck. "Uhm… not yet."
"You've got one hour." Lukas turned to face them. "All of you. I want your parents in the faculty room. In person. No calls, no letters, no excuses."Henry narrowed his eyes, arms crossed defiantly. "You expect my father to come here? In the middle of the day?"Lukas took a slow step toward him, voice calm but biting."Yes. Because your mother won't do."
Henry blinked. "What?"Lukas's jaw tightened. "Don't call your mother, Henry. Call your father. I want him here."That made everyone stare. Even Henry froze.Lukas held his gaze—no malice, no emotion. Just unflinching command.Henry's pride trembled against the sharp edge of the order. His fingers hovered over his folded phone in his back pocket. He looked like he might say something snarky. Something powerful.But nothing came out.And Lukas turned away again. "If I don't see every parent in my cabin by the next sixty minutes—you won't be writing the next exam. You'll fail the intern list, and your backlog will ensure you're repeating this semester."Max gasped softly. "He's not bluffing…""He never bluffs," Jonas muttered.Lukas didn't look back. His long stride carried him down the hallway, through the staff corridor, past awestruck students who parted like water around him.He reached the faculty room, pushed open the glass door, and walked straight to his cabin—a minimalist space of books, files, a single laptop, and one framed photo that he faced away from the entrance.He sat down, calm as ever, and opened his schedule. "One hour," he said under his breath.
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Outside, Henry still hadn't moved.
He stared at his phone screen.
At his father's number.
His thumb hovered. His pride screamed.
But Lukas's voice echoed in his mind—"Don't call your mother. Call your father."
"He can't just order us like that," Felix said nervously. "Can he?" "He already did," Jonas replied. "And you're still standing here, aren't you?"Henry gritted his teeth.
"This isn't over."But even he didn't sound so sure anymore.
Heinrich Von Falken University – Just Outside IT Block
11:07 AM | Tension so thick, it choked pride.
The corridor was still alive with murmurs, but around Henry Vinson and his gang, the world felt like it had paused.Each of them held their phones now.Each of them wore the same expression: reluctance mixed with the unfamiliar weight of consequence.Timo Berger sighed, already typing.Felix Arendt muttered, "My mom's gonna kill me."
Maxim Reidel looked like he was about to cry.Jonas Klein was silent, as always—but his thumb was pressing call.And then there was Henry.Still unmoving.Still staring at one name. "Dad."That name alone made his thumb feel heavier than a sword.For years, Alex Vinson had been the god of his world—unshakeable, sharp, cold but consistent. And Henry, the golden son with free rein, had never once called him to school. Never needed to.Until now.Henry clenched his jaw, stepped a little away from the others, and finally—finally—tapped the green call button.The line rang once.Twice.
Then: "Alex Vinson."The voice was smooth, sharp, focused. No warmth. Not yet.
Henry took a breath. "Dad… I, uh… I need you to come to college. Right now."
A pause. "What happened?"
His voice didn't rise. It didn't soften either.
"There's this new professor—Lukas Schneider. He… he threw me out of class."
"You got thrown out?"Now there was something in Alex's tone. Surprise? Annoyance? It was hard to tell. "Yeah. He made a rule. Anyone who missed yesterday's class wasn't allowed in today. And he says I can't attend any more until you come and talk to him. He wants all our parents to show up. Said he wouldn't let us take the exam otherwise."Another long pause.Alex didn't respond right away.
Henry hated that pause more than yelling. More than scolding. "And you're telling me this now, Henry?"Henry exhaled, frustration bleeding into his voice. "I didn't think he was serious! He's new! Nobody's ever made rules like this before!"There was a faint rustling over the line—papers being set down, perhaps. I'll be there in twenty minutes."Henry blinked. "Wait—you'll really come?" "You asked me to. Didn't you?" Click.The call ended.Henry stared at the screen.No lecture.No scolding.
Just calm power. And motion.He turned back to his friends."He's coming."
Timo looked stunned. "Damn. So is mine. He's already yelling in the car."Felix groaned. "Mine said she'll bring my childhood report cards just to roast me."Jonas just nodded. "Guess it's showtime."Henry ran a hand through his hair, trying to suppress the way his heart thudded in his chest.Something about this felt bigger than just a punishment.
Something about Lukas's demand…
The way he said, "Call your father. Not your mother." "Why just him?" Henry murmured to himself.And down the hallway, inside the faculty room, Lukas sat at his desk.
Still calm. Still unreadable.On the corner of his desk, a folder lay closed, with names written on the front:Henry Vinson – Academic & Disciplinary Records.
And beside it...a faded photo of two little boys in uniform, grinning at the camera.
One of them had Henry's smile.
Heinrich Von Falken University – Faculty Room, 11:59 AM
And the air inside was heavier than steel.
The large glass-paneled faculty room—normally a quiet sanctuary for professors and guest lecturers—was alive with tension. One by one, the parents arrived, escorted through the IT Block by staff who couldn't help but whisper as they passed.Alex Vinson entered first. Sharp, intimidating, and tailored to perfection in his grey suit, his mere presence shifted the energy of the room. His aura radiated command—he didn't walk; he owned space. Other parents trailed in behind: Timo's fierce-looking father, Felix's flamboyant mother with layers of makeup and perfume, Max's nervous father clutching a leather file, and Jonas's older brother, who acted in place of a late-working parent.All of them expected to hear about grades.None of them were ready for what came next.
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At the far end of the room stood Professor Lukas Schneider—back straight, black shirt crisp, sleeves rolled, and his usual unreadable expression carved into his face.
But what struck everyone in that moment wasn't just his poise.It was his age.
A few of the parents exchanged puzzled glances. Felix's mother leaned over to Max's father and whispered:"He's... just a kid."
Alex Vinson, however, said nothing. His eyes locked onto Lukas with sharp awareness.
Lukas didn't bow. He didn't smile.
He only waited until every seat was filled.
Then he spoke.
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"Good afternoon. I appreciate you all coming on such short notice."His voice was calm, but every word was razor-clear.
"Let me clarify before we begin. This isn't a conversation about marks. I'm not here to discuss GPAs, projects, or seminar slides. I'm here to speak about your sons'—and their group's—behavior, discipline, and mindset."The parents stiffened slightly.
"Your children," Lukas continued, "belong to one of the most notorious groups on this campus. Notorious not for brilliance—though they have that. But for arrogance. Entitlement. And disregard for any form of authority."He turned to a file, flipping it open. "These are their attendance records."
He held up the first paper. "Over 40% of lectures missed."Second paper. "Zero participation in class debates."Third. "Group involvement in the ragging of juniors, confirmed by anonymous complaints."
Some parents looked shocked. Some glanced around uncomfortably. Felix's mother whispered, "That can't be right…"
But Lukas continued without flinching.
He picked up a remote, and the smart screen behind him lit up. CCTV footage began playing—muted clips of Henry and his gang jumping the college wall, laughing as they disappeared into the forest trail. Another clip showed them sitting in the back row, throwing paper at each other as a professor lectured. "This—" Lukas turned, voice calm, "—is what I'm dealing with in my classroom. And this is just one week's worth of footage."
Alex Vinson sat with his fingers steepled, watching silently.Lukas folded his arms, leaning slightly against the table. "I know many of you believe money equals success. That giving them cars, cards, and unchecked freedom is some kind of parental reward. But what you've done is create children who treat boundaries like insults. Who believe respect is optional."Felix's mother gasped. "Are you blaming us now?"Lukas didn't raise his voice. "I'm not blaming anyone. I'm warning you."The room fell silent. "They won't last in the real world with this mindset. And I won't let them fail because no one ever taught them limits. I will hold them accountable."He looked directly at Alex Vinson now. "And you, Mr. Vinson. I told your son not to call his mother—because you needed to hear this. He may be a topper, but his brilliance is wasted when it hides behind defiance. You built an empire. Now make sure your son doesn't burn it with his ignorance."For a moment, no one breathed.
Then Alex slowly stood up, buttoning his coat. His voice, when he finally spoke, was quiet—but carried a deep edge."Point taken."He turned to the others."I suggest we take our sons home and speak to them. As men. Not as spoiled heirs."Even Felix's mother had no more words.Lukas nodded once, then added one last sentence.
"They'll be allowed back into my class tomorrow. But this is their final warning. From here on, if they cross the line again—I won't call parents. I'll expel them from the course."And just like that, he turned and walked back to his desk.No one stopped him.
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Outside, the boys stood nervously, watching parents exit one by one.Felix looked pale. Max was frozen. Jonas avoided eye contact.
And then Alex Vinson walked out, his eyes cutting straight to Henry.He didn't yell.
He just said: "We'll talk. Now."Henry followed silently—like the boy he once was, before the world made him feel untouchable.