Arselan System: AI Controller
Chapter 035: Take Good Care of Your Health

"Ats, haven't you been sick a lot lately?" putu asked in wonder. As usual, they were having lunch together in the school cafeteria. This lunch is tempe mendoan and vegetable tamarind, plus fresh watermelon fruit.

"Eh, yes," Ats admitted it. He also ate his lunch. As Putu said, he has been sick a lot lately. It was because of Arselan. Control of the system is not easy.

"You're overactive anyway" Arjuna responded, "Your extra class is mostly activity. In fact, you just had research with a famous professor."

"Not because of that," Ats shook his head. He scratched the dough on his plate and sipped the side dish with rice with sour vegetable sauce. It feels good and fresh in the mouth. Altair Academy has been trying its best for the health of its students.

"Yes, which is probably a skilled practitioner who fell because of fatigue," Solar also denied, "I'm just mediocre even though I took more Zarah Class than him."

"Well, you're different" Arjuna dismissed the objection, "Your faith is not deaf. After all, the activity of Ats was more thoughtful. I don't think you're just using a muscle."

"Heh, what?" Solar was offended, but not angry. Arjuna just smirked a little and replied, "It's nothing."

"Oiya, yesterday Senior Salam was expelled from the academy," said Arjuna so remembering about the Salam Eden, "The mistake was fatal. He's actually falsifying the data files himself."

"You're so full of gossip news like that," said Ats as soon as he finished chewing his food, "Kayak mom-yak aja."

"It was the main topic in the Fetching Class chat room last night," Arjuna replied lightly, "My guess is correct, right? He said he was a real spy."

"Ck, he said he said," Putu said in a sarcastic tone. He's the one who puts forward the authentication of information sources. The information that carries ambiguous words like 'he said/her news' is not to be trusted, "It's clear because of that?"

"Who? Really!" Arjuna did not accept the objection, "If he is not a spy, why would he fake an identity?"

"That's your speculation!" putu said pretentiously realistic, then answered Arjuna's question, "It could be that he changed his brother or maybe took his acquaintance's scholarship ration."

"That's also just your speculation," Arjuna and Putu even argue with each other long, even until the end of lunch. In contrast to Ats and Solar who rushed to the dormitory to prepare for additional classes this afternoon.

"Huh ...!" Ats sighed and laid his body on the bed. He was quite shocked when he heard from Arjuna earlier. Well, even though he already knew that the Salam Eden would indeed be issued.

"There must be someone inside who's helping her, right?" murmured Ats guessed, "There's no way he could have escaped the academy's rigorous file selection. Haise ...."

"What are you doing anyway?" asked a short young man with round eyes. There was a tiipis beard on his chin. He was a young scholar, "There's just been a problem, huh?"

That person was Darwis Teyre, one of Ats' colleagues in the Scientific Research Class. Among the students there, he was the most active. He was even predicted as the most talented young scientist of his generation.

"Hm? Is it okay?" Ats stood up. He shook his head slowly, deciding not to tell the nerdy boy anything.

"Come, go, go" asked Darwis, "His class wants to start."

In contrast to his research with Professor Han related to cutting-edge technology, his studies in the Scientific Research Class were more into social research of the community. Ats that are not as active as others spend more time by reviewing journals that provide classes. When the class starts, they will discuss it together.

"You're all baccalaureate candidates!" a young man excitedly exclaimed. It has an aura. His eyes shone brightly exuding optimism. Her smile was always etched on her face, showing that she was a jolly and friendly person. "In truth, a scholar is a person who bears great responsibility for the knowledge he has, understand?"

Ats and the other disciples nodded. They like the model of the man's delivery. His name is the scholar Anshar. His voice was clear and loud. There is an allure that flows from its intonation. That way, he invites his audience to think.

"Good! A college degree is not just an honorary degree. It is more correctly called a claim!" he said with a glance that swept through every corner of the classroom. There were a few students there. No one's asleep. Means, the class can still be continued even though the daytime is better to use for the fall.

"Darwis," called the scholar Anshar firmly with a smile that remained to decorate his lips, "Try explaining the point!"

"Ekhem. Okay, sir," Darwis cleared his throat once to melt the quivering sound of his nervousness. After a moment, he answered.

"When we become a scholar, that's when our scholarship begins to be officially recognized. That official recognition carries a huge responsibility. When people have seen us as scholars, that's when they know that we have a qualified and reliable science. They will ask us to do many things such as solving problems, finding solutions, even leading the community."

"Darwis, interrupt permission," a thick-browed child raised his hand. Darwis nodded. Basically, this class will be more exciting with discussions and arguments. "Please, Lan."

"The facts in the field show that scholars are not that high in the eyes of the community" said the young man named Lan. He had narrowed eyes like Fang. There was an aura of ingenuity emanating from him. "At present, not a few scholars are unemployed. They even tend to be individualist according to a group of people. If only so, is not this bachelor's degree is nothing more than a decoration. How can we lead society then?"

"That's not wrong, Lan," the scholar Anshar responded directly, "Indeed not a few scholars fell out after his graduation. Even the masters and doctors are still there. Y'all know? In the past, there was a master who asked the government to legalize suicide laws. He's not an ordinary man. In front of his name was a master's degree. However, in his madness he suggested a foolish and unacceptable law."

"How's the government responding, sir?" ask one of the audience.

"The government rejected it. Depression has made the megister desperate to live. He and his people are not a little. They are the ones who fail to take responsibility. On the other hand, not a few scholars who contribute greatly in the community even though in simple things such as overcoming problems in everyday life."

The discussion flows. The people in the class naturally expressed their opinions. While hearing the excitement of their discussion, the Anshar Scholar would occasionally correct or answer difficult questions. In the midst of that discussion, the class materials were conveyed seamlessly.

"Hais ... task again," complained Ats once the Scientific Research Class was completed. He checked the message that came to him. There are several journals that he must read before the next class is held next week.

"That's a consequence" replied Dervish who got more assignments than others, but did not complain at all. Not only reading, he is also required to regularly write a journal. Every week, his journals would be corrected by the Scholar Anshar. When the journal is finished, other journals will be waiting. He has even been asked for help to help make a journal report of a large company. Amazingly, he can do all that well.

"I love challenges" Darwis said as Ats praised him. To him, it was not a great thing as Ats considered himself ordinary despite the fact that he was an expert level young zarahian practitioner.

"Well, just keep the spirit up," Ats smiled faintly, "Guard of health too. Don't collapse because most of the work."

"Isn't that you?" Darwis looked at Ats in surprise. Ats laughed blandly. He can't deny that.