BROKEN BUTTERFLY; Beyond The Night That Differs Love And Lust
CHAPTER 11. AFTER SCHOOL
+xx 852 6499 200 : Severe is severe!!! [stiker]
+xx 856 4532 239 : Don't stop! Don't block!! let me take that fucking girl!!! [gif undertakers]
+xx 858 5186 435 : My OTP.. why should my OTP be damaged by NTR? WHYAAA!?!?!!? [emoji cry] [why sticker]
+xx 811 7446 995 : Guys, can you rest easy? We are again in the middle of the lesson loh. [sticker please calm down].
+xx 856 4532 239 : That's not the dialogue Weena why are you taking too!? [emoji angry]
+xx 811 7446 995 : Because I sit behind him I feel obligated to ngingetin you..
+xx 811 7446 995 :Hehe. [innocent sticker]
+xx 852 6499 200 : Hehe, your head huh!?! [sticker back]
+xx 858 5186 435 : Lost already my hope on true love in 3D world!!! Now I'm going to focus on finding love in a 2D world.. Good bye to the world!!! I'm going back into Miyu-pon's arms!!! [cry stickers]
+xx 856 4532 239 : Die there basic Wibu!!
Since I didn't go to class this morning, the reason? Of course it hurts and needs to rest in the UKS room. I can't face my classmates like this. More than that I don't know how to deal with Weena after this morning.
+xx 877 1757 693 : I'm even more sprained Juno! She can't be strict, I'm upset! [emoji angry]
+xx 811 7446 995 : Juno the.. yes it is. [gif facepalm]
+xx 852 6499 200 : What cowo!? That plin-plan!? [sticker back]
And of course, my classmates were very considerate and caring about this..
+xx 811 7124 547 : I think Juno and Alice are a good fit for a working partner.. The fact is they can do what most high school students can't do. [noble objection gif]
+xx 856 4532 239 : Damn Benji, who are you on your side, huh!? [gif undertakers]
+xx 811 7124 547 : I am objective only. Juno's introspective personality and Alice's Extrovert proved to be effective for this kind of case..
+xx 858 5186 435 : But Juno is just like Weena!!! [cryman]
+xx 856 4532 239: Yes, so gossip reporters are there!! [sticker back]
+xx 811 7446 995 : Pak Journalist ga fun. [stare sticker]
Now Benji's the one who got bullied. I don't know what's going on in class right now, which I'm obviously not interested in finding out. Perhaps it would not be too surprising if on Monday I found out my stool had been broken with a curse of annoyance. Well, never mind. Maybe this is what is called the life of High School.
And one new message came in, this time not from a chat group.
Assistant: How come you're not in class? Stupid again?
Alice Eris, at a time like this she was..
Assistant: You're in the UKS? Ain't you okay? Need meemenin?
I remember taking the medicine that the UKS officer gave me before I fell asleep, but it only felt like my head was hurting. This girl really doesn't know what's going on, or is she deliberately provoking? Either way he managed to make my head hurt even though he had taken the medicine earlier.
Me: Yeah, I'm in the UKS.. Need a break, please don't disturb!
Assistant: Aye-aye~!
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The school was quiet when I left the UKS room, all day I just setor face once in the morning to class and the rest sleep in the UKS room. I had time to double-check the report Alice gave me this morning and study it. But it was only a moment before it was finally defeated by the reaction of the medicine that asked me to sleep. And this pain in my head that's been so much better than it was this afternoon.
It would be troublesome if I had to go home through the front gate as usual, through the front of my class who might even meet people I don't want to meet right now. I don't know what to do if I meet Weena, and it's even more wrong to go home with Alice. The safest option is to go home alone through the back gate.
From the school server room Mr. David came out in a hurry, half running he walked towards me. His long hand shirt rolled up to the elbow, his tired face as usual like he had not slept for days accompanied by caffeine. He noticed my arrival towards him, and with a quick and precise tone said to me.
“Juno! To my room, now!”
Complete already today. Well I give up, if this is about last Saturday I missed and my test scores this week are dropped gladly I will accept this official reprimand. There is no place for me to dodge anymore, no one will help me out of this situation. Without fighting back I followed the middle-aged man into his room.
In his room he immediately deftly took out the hard drive from his computer. The movement of his hands was very deft, it seemed that he was very used to what he was doing.
“Scan, back-up, re-format!”
“Father to the teacher room, continue to the administration room, there is still a computer there that must be checked. Later you just stay, bring the equipment as needed father wait there!”
And the man just left with a testen screwdriver in his shirt pocket. Really left me without explanation. All I could do now was follow his instructions while making a second guess as to what was going on. First, let's run from the beginning, Mr. David came out of the server room in a hurry as if something serious was going on. What's he doing in the server room?
The laptop that was given to me showed me the contents of the hard drive, the data that I had to back up. It's about student grades, attendance list, nothing suspicious just plain data that must be found on the teacher's work computer here. Waitaminute! Wi-fi connection.. dead? I checked my smartphone and I tried to connect it to the school wi-fi, dead. Is that what he was doing in the server room? Turn off school internet connection?
All I know about the back-up procedure and the re-format that was just introduced to me is usually done on a computer with a malware or virus problem. This hard drive feels fine no strange files or other anomalies commonly encountered on computers with such problems. The scan also shows that the hard drive is secure. Ah, it's in this case that Mr. David's judgment is better, I can only follow his instructions as best I can.
I could feel little by little I was starting to panic, the more possibilities I had in my head the longer the bright spot. I immediately rushed out of the room as soon as the reshaping process went on. My adrenaline started racing, I was staggering into the UKS room now running to the teacher's room. The corridor passageway was already quiet I could freely run without worrying about being reprimanded, as well as the teacher room and the administration room in question.
“Wah, Mr David overtime!” exclaimed a security guard who was around checking the room.
“Iya nih, if in the afternoon I did not have time to maintain the office computer.” Mr. David replied from behind the table, the answer sounded friendly and his expression was very calm, “Pak, later I need to go to the student room, please do not first be locked!”
The security guard responded and immediately passed from the room. It seems that conversations like this have happened so often that he does not suspect anything serious is going on. What is maintenance? Even though it feels reluctant to admit it, but from the fact that I found the conclusion I got was the school computer had just been hijacked. Again, I hate this conclusion. In my eyes Mr. David is too competent to make mistakes, so this must be the factor of the hacker who is an expert.
I immediately took the hard drive that had been disarmed and rushed back to his room to continue the reformatting process according to his instructions. Keep it that way until one computer is declared clean and that computer clears the other hard drive. I was able to follow his efficient workflow without any difficulty. Mr. David still had time to chat with the security guard during the process, I myself was too tense because the situation was not in place to chat casually with the security guard. School computers just got hijacked! It means someone out there just broke into the security of this school and I don't know what he did after he got away with it!
I'm sure the security guard will not have time to chat casually if he knows this school has just been broken into by a thief and the thief managed to escape.
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Time has shown over ten o'clock in the evening. I checked again for the next time that all hard drives are safe and installed correctly, the OS has been installed and everything is running smoothly, so I was still told to check everything once again until finally Mr. David was satisfied.
If it is too late I have to order a taxi to go home, I open the application on my smartphone whose battery lives a few percent more. Mr. David caught my gesture and offered me a ride, but the offer sounded more like an instruction I could not refuse.
The European sedan was parked neatly in the parking lot of staff and teachers. Too prestigious for a teacher like him, but if you remember he worked at the biggest IT company in the city it seems all this makes sense. He smoked a cigarette before pulling out the car keys in his pocket. I sat in the back seat, not used to cigarette smoke. He understood and told me to move forward after finishing his cigarette.
“What do you think this is a taxi? Move to the front!”
He said that with his tired face, but somehow I caught it as a joke and laughed in response. He laughed with his tired face.
“What if we stop by to eat first? You have no problem going home tonight?”
Needless to say, she knew that I had no problem with coming home tonight, and no matter how this guy was my homeroom teacher in first grade, he knew about the condition of my house, about my parents who are rarely at home. That's why I didn't answer that rhetorical question.
We arrived at a family restaurant that was open 24 hours. Ordered a menu that was almost identical and took a seat a bit inward where we would not be bothered with passing people. He recounted his experience working at Netherwork, the largest IT company in the city. How it used to be days like this was his daily food while working there, how every day his work felt like hell but he was able to live it because there was a wife waiting for him at home. And how he lost it all, his dear wife was also his job. This is a story I've heard over and over again over the last two years.
And that dinner bill he paid at the cashier.
I was ushered in front of my house, it was almost midnight and I didn't want to do anything else for today.
“You must finish everything completely, only then you can live the rest of your life without regrets.”
His eyes looked far ahead, without finding what he was looking for there.
I abandoned my intention to immediately enter my house and sleep in my room. My hand is still holding the door handle.
“What is this about your job? Or late wife father?”
The man just smiled in response to my straight question, letting me out of his car.
“Hei! next time, if you want to escape through the back gate you have to be more careful!”
I thought he knew about it. Well he got my attention, I stopped right in front of my fence.
“Father doesn't know what you're doing until you skip and your test scores fall apart. But whatever it is you have to sort everything out to completion!” he started the engine of his car, before shifting his teeth he took the time to light a cigarette. “Specifically this time suppose we break even!”
His car drove on a deserted road. It took me a while to digest what he meant.
“Basic coolass!” I smiled with amusement as I opened the fence.
Of course, if today's hacking incident were to spread among school staff, Mr. David would definitely be in trouble. In other words “think us break-even” that means I cover his disgrace and he also covers my disgrace. Really cool, equally cheesy too.
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