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CHAIRMAN OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL, HIS REPRESENTATIVE, AS WELL AS ACRHOMA
[CHAIRMAN OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL, HIS REPRESENTATIVE, AS WELL AS ACRHOMA]
The corridor that Panji passed through along the way to his locker was filled with whispers of gossip. It seems like the most trending news today is about the proximity of the Student Council Chairman with the Vice, both of whom are at level II and are the brightest students in the entire class. Reportedly while on the first level they were also once close, very intimate even. But for whatever reason then suddenly appeared a very drastic distance between the two. The two people were involved in competition for the position of Student Council Chairman, had seemed very hostile but there was no wind what so now refer again.
Panji who is not a gossip until memorized by the most phenomenal story throughout the school. How not to memorize if every inch of school talks about it, wherever Panji goes will certainly sound gossip. He just puts his shoulders indifferently on the rumors that are circulating, no matter.
In ZHS the student lockers are provided in separate places and grouped per-level. So Panji prefers to keep his bag in the locker rather than having to put it into his class which takes 10 minutes to get there, far away. After all, he had read the notice board, among the 73 speakers invited today he was interested in attending the study of a most legendary author. This author is reportedly very mysterious and difficult to reach, it is extraordinary if ZHS can bring him to be a speaker.
"Alena, which study are you doing today?"
Rumor-filled whispers back buzzing among the students of level II who were crowded in the locker. It appears that a student called Alena had just closed her locker after storing a typical alma mater of Student Council members. In the form of a white shirt Alena there is a special pin that symbolizes her position in the Student Council Organization, Vice Chairman. Clearly he is a person who is trending on the topic of school. And it is confirmed that the interlocutor is Regan, the Chairperson of the Student Council.
"Studies of Acrhoma, the legendary author known throughout the Aurig land. It seems interesting." Alena answered indifferently as she stepped out of the locker room, followed by Regan who was still connecting their chat until it slowly disappeared out of sight again. And the whispers around instantly became louder, instead of whispering they were speaking blatantly after the object left.
The banner frowned faintly as the owner of the locker beside him exclaimed loudly, still about the gossip. Making Panji's ears ring until he decided to leave the area full of gossip.
As Alena said earlier, the legendary writer who was brought to their school was using the pen name Acrhoma. Panji himself did not care much about the name, he was only a little interested because of the great story of Acrhoma which became the lips of many people. Acrhoma is known as an adventurer, he is a writer who pours every object captured by his senses into writing. His works feel very real, firmly full of meaning. The series of words is as beautiful as mestero paintings, very sturdy as a towering building, full of decisiveness which he said was even able to raise the soul of the dead. However, unfortunately the printed works of Acrhoma are not disseminated, only certain people have them. And maybe certain people also include Father and Mother Panji, because at the Panji house there is a large closet that stores the works of Acrhoma. He was also interested in attending the study of Acrhoma.
Acrhoma chose a study place on the roof of the Astronomy building. The highest open space among other buildings in ZHS. From there we can see the vast expanse of the sky without obstacles, but also must withstand the heat because there is absolutely no place to shelter. Even so, there is absolutely no obstacle by the students as well as teachers who are curious about the figure of Acrhoma. The roof of the Astronomy building was packed with almost half of the school's residents. Even level IV students with no insight study schedule also come. Predictably if the area is more adequate, all school residents have certainly flock to attend the study of Acrhoma. Now most of the people who have reached the entrance must turn back in disappointment because the place is full of people who are crammed into each other under the heat of the sun, some are still forcing their way in adding to the crowd.
The banner seems to be late. He became one of the people who turned away after seeing the crowd crammed into each other. The difference is he was not disappointed at all, more so no matter anyway there are still 72 other studies to attend. In the end he joined an archaeologist who opened studies in a small museum within the school. Actually it could have gone to a much larger museum outside ZHS, but because only Panji a member of his studies so he chose a place in the school only. It seems that the presence of Acrhoma makes other studies quiet, there are even speakers who choose to join the study of Acrhoma because there are no members who follow the study.
"Panji, why don't you join Acrhoma's studies like other students flocking there?" Ask the Archaeologist who is none other than Mr. Ben, a thick-bearded old man who greeted Panji when he arrived home this afternoon.
Yes, the old man was one of the workers in Panji's parents' garden. He had known for a long time and was not surprised that the old man could stand here in his raincoat. Mr. Ben lives in the same residential area as Panji. He had long retired from his profession and lived a simple life with daily work in the garden of Panji parents, but occasionally there are still calls for him to fill events in several places related to his profession first.
"full." Panji answered short as usual which was responded to the old man's light naughtiness.
Furthermore, the gray space with the contents of items related to the archaeological world was only dominated by the voice of Mr. Ben who began with classic stories around the heyday to become famous Archaeologists in the following antiquity with extraordinary findings worldwide.
The study with Mr. Ben was completed faster, where if the insight study usually takes 2 hours then this time only half an hour more. Precisely the old man lost the topic with Panji, because the child was just silent and also because all the stories in the head of Mr. Ben had all been heard by Panji since the child was 5 years old.
Panji also did not comment much, exactly nothing at all. He just kept quiet whether he listened or not. But at least he has memorized all the words thrown by Mr. Ben so there will be no obstacle for him to make a resume of activities today.
After the meeting, Mr. Ben invited Panji to see the study of Acrhoma which is certainly still ongoing today. But Panji was no longer interested in the study.
"You really don't have the slightest curiosity." Mr. Ben laughed broadly as Panji shook his head with a lazy face at his invitation. He grabbed the young man by the shoulder and led forcefully to the Astronomy building, where Acrhoma was roaring to burn the young spirit. "He'll be disappointed if you don't come, so let's go!"
The last sentence of Mr. Ben had made Panji confused until he finally chose not to care. They're really headed for the astronomy building. The place was even more crowded than before. People who did not get a place on the roof where the event took place stole the hearing Acrhoma sentences that roared all over the building with the help of loudspeakers.
Mr. Ben spoke to some of the workforce and students who may have attended his studies at previous times. Then he again pulled Panji to follow him to the roof, towards where Acrhoma of course.
"I never stop, writing, working, adventuring, everything is still a routine. This time I was no longer alone, with my husband. Wanted to, uh, with my kids too. But,yeah, their young souls have chosen their own paths even long before they mature. How sad...."
His words were indeed sad but Panji seemed to be able to see the person who spoke was smiling widely in every sentence. And after that he really found the owner of the voice smiling widely once displaying the basin on both cheeks. Tens of meters ahead, Acrhoma sat on a small stage with her husband under the shade of the sky that began to dim.
Acrhoma The legendary writer unexpectedly was a beautiful woman who was so graceful. Her hair was pitch black wavy with a shoulder-length hanging cut. Her eyes were gray but sparkling so beautifully. Following the proportional face and body curves. While her husband is no less perfect, auburn hair is trimmed neatly and sliced as clear as the ocean that sparkles like a diamond. His jaw was firm, his face perfect following his entire body. They are like a couple of gods who are traveling to the earth.
From this distance, Panji can find out the details of their characteristics. Of course, other than because of his sharp vision, it was also because the two people were people he knew very well throughout his 16 years of life. How funny! His parents said they were coming home tonight, and what were they sitting there doing?
Well, Acrhoma is the Mother of Panji and of course the husband of Acrhoma is the Father, Mother only has one husband. Surprised? Take it easy you are not alone, Panji is equally surprised. He was still busy digesting all the situations when Mother stood in front of him waving at him. Wait up! Towards her?!
The pennant gasped and pairs of eyes had been fixed on him. He stepped back not to go further. In an instant, he was gone from the area.
While people who are curious about the figure that can make Acrhoma many times full of enthusiasm, only met the figure of a thick white-bearded old Archaeologist, Mr. Ben. They know, of course. The old man was often a speaker at their insight study event, Mr. Ben was also famous in his era so it was easy to know himself from historical records.
The rest of the show was then filled with a combination of three voices, Acrhoma, her husband and the old Archaeologist.
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"Oh, hi! Evening." too."
Regan smiled kindly, replying to the greetings of the other students who passed by her. Occasionally he stopped to respond to short chats and light jokes. As one who served as the Student Council Chairman, Regan was more than perfect. Everybody knows him, everybody loves him. Regan, the friendly, kind, smart Chairman, the best of the best that's who he is.
"Regan!"
When going up the stairs leading to the roof of the astronomical building Regan pulled by someone made him stop and step over so as not to obstruct the road. The ground floor of the dense astronomical building plus the gemma of the loudspeaker made what the person who pulled it said was not clearly heard by Regan. He will just talk, ask his interlocutor to repeat the words that were originally thrown. However, someone else who came down the stairs hastily barged through the crowd taking over Regan's focus.
That person, if it's not wrong, is a student of Zero class. Name Panji. Regan had a glimpse of his data in the student archives, otherwise Regan would not have known about it either.
The man named Panji who had just descended the stairs, Regan several times had passed him. From there he knew Panji was a person who carried a calm, unexpressible Panji figure but did not look gloomy. Regan used to have a friend like that, who was calm like running water, rustling but not noisy. He did not expect that there were still other humans of one species with his friend. He thought that after the return of the Friend to the lap of the Almighty, the human being with a transparent nature would be wiped out from this world. But there is still something left.
"Helloo Regan?!"
Regan flinched immediately turned to her interlocutor. He presented a smile and talk as necessary and then returned to the original purpose of the roof of the building, where Acrhoma study. At that moment, Acrhoma's voice softly laughed through the loudspeaker.
"It will be full of memorable stories going forward~~~"
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