Chapitre 2: Not last chapter 4
Free time, other empty schedules just study. Hey, these people don't want to talk at all?
I looked at Thaqif, he was asleep lulled by a beautiful dream.
Ah, my stomach hurts and I want to go to the toilet. I woke up and accidentally bumped into Atif's desk when I was rushing to leave. I expressed my apologies before leaving for the destination.
"Stop there.!'' He called me. I don't know why this situation at this time is really tense. The rotating fan feels cold.
"Yes?" I asked trembling.
"Not you but your back." He spoke coldly.
Thank God, not me. Phew, safe.Wait?, it's Thaqif my back. What happen with Thaqif, didn't he go to sleep earlier? He didn't do anything, he didn't even move. Not doing anything is wrong, right?
"Hey friend, that's someone else's place." He repeated Thaqif's verse a moment ago. At this moment I realized that Thaqif was no longer asleep.
"You speak so loudly." Atif insisted.
It's wrong to talk like that. Damn I want to go to the toilet. How long is this scene? I can't hold back anymore.
He moved forward but was stopped by the class leader.
"Don't.'' That's what came out of the class leader's mouth. Right now I feel like he's like a hero who appears to save the situation.
Ultraman?
Uh, no! Not !
PANGG
The class leader was rudely pulled by him at the wall. Everyone who saw did not scream and did't give any reaction.
Atif's chair became the leader's target, he took it and threw it roughly out the window.
Broken . And I was stunned to see it.
"One step forward you will end up like that chair.''
The leader's warning was ignored by Atif, Atif moved forward not only one step but several steps . Hadwan, yes I just remembered his name Hadwan. Without hesitating, Hadwan pulled Atif's shirt, grabbed it tightly and firmly and threw it out the window.
He really threw it.
Without hesitation.
Hey, this is a case of murder.
I pulled Hadwan roughly and scolded him for doing this ridiculous thing.
"Are you crazy? Do you realize what you are doing?'' I was really worried.
"Want to make a report? Report it, I don't care.'' I just praised him a few seconds ago but it was short lived. It changes. I really didn't think so.
I quickly went to the teacher's room to report this incident. And when I arrived at the teacher's room what I imagined was not the same as what happened. The teacher was not worried, all he did was say thank you
"Thank you for telling me, we will take care of it.''
"Teacher someone died, don't you feel anything? Hadwan we don't want to leave it like that so we have to teach him a lesson. This is a criminal case." I was the frantic rooster crowing anxiously at noon when I explained what happened and responded with that calm, emotionless face.
"Alright, we'll teach Hadwan. From now on, you're the head of the class."
Huh?
What is all of this?
This is not what I want to hear.
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