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MY TEACHER, BOJOKU, FUN WORK

Hallo-o... Assalamualaikum friends.how are you guys.may be well and healthy all yes...

Okay.. Here the author wants to let you know if there is a new work that can entertain your recruits in their spare time.

My teacher, Bojoku

this is the author's latest work that tells the story of a new teacher named Anjaz Anggara 25 years, mencal to the village to become a teacher of sports and art.

Monika Ayu or commonly called Menik by villagers, a 19-year-old girl who still sits in class 3SMA. Menik is an energetic, jovial girl, and even a little Bar-bar makes every pole always make his crater always happy.

Menik silliness that always makes the head bobble, now silliness in space bima sakti, where Menik accidentally broke the rules of the village that is still so thick.

From the chaos Menik made, she was finally forced to marry a new school teacher whose residence is not far from Menik's hut.

Anjaz was initially very hesitant, but he also had to follow the rules of the village.

Finally, Menik was married to his own teacher as a result of his pangolah teledor.

How's the story of his excitement.

COME ONL... COME ONL... COME....

Keep reading only at NOVELTOON

MY TEACHER, BOJOKU

the latest book is very exciting and fun, accompanying the days of your drudgery-you all, in Zamin is no less exciting with the behavior of Mumut we have..

In wait for his presence yes 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

seee youuu.....

Wasalam mualaikum..

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I found a really good book in NovelToon, read it together! GuruKu, Bojoku, author: mamaperi #noveltoon @MangatoonID

https://noveltoon.mobi/id/share/3103822

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Chapter 02 snippet

Children of students in class 3 C are now ready to do basketball practice lessons.

The school, which has just undergone a major renovation, has also been given a place to play basketball.

"Sir, we want basketball, huh? But we've never played basketball, sir!" ask a student named Menik.

"Yes, we will now do basketball, so you have to pay attention to your father to understand. Playing basketball is not just about taking the ball from your opponent, but you also have to have tactics in order to keep the ball and also put it in the ring, remember, if in the sense of less until, you also have to keep the ball, don't hesitate to jump for the ball to fit perfectly into the ring like this."

Mr. Anjaz jumped and practiced his style when entering the ball.

After practicing, Mr. Anjaz also wiggled his head so that the hair covering his face away. Because, Pak Anjaz's hair is in the style of Korean oppa-oppa.

"WOW!" some students cheered and applauded..

However, suddenly Menik's voice made a blush.

"God, paaaaak! If I'm the one who jumps, I'll jump!" menik said making all the other students laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHA....!"

"HAHAHAHAHA...!"

"HAHAHAHAHA...!"

"Pink! eat it pack the button, ben don't mendal-mendal susune!" a man from next to him.

"Wes, Yoo. I pack Mbah's ribbon, it's a little saggy indeed, hehehe!" sahut Menik with his PD.

"HUAAHAHAHAHA!" the laughter of the other students boomed, leaving Pak Anjaz speechless.

"Already! what are you guys talking about. Menik, watch your talk and don't say anything sensitive here. We'll just learn to warm up and train our hands to throw the ball to get used to it. We're not going to fight yet!" clearly Mr. Anjaz at once commemorated Menik.

He walked without feeling guilty and stood up.

"Well, agreed sir, my friends it's his brain like to ngeres Yo, sir! so don't listen to it. Come on, sir, teach me to throw the ball, I'll be first, Yo?" said Menik who immediately walked closer to Pak Anjaz.

Mr. Anjaz could only shake his head. Teaching High School classes must be a little patient and more must be painstaking. The students in this class are indeed a little difficult to conquer to obey the will of the teacher.

"Sir, let's teach this where should his hands be rich?" said Menik asked to be guided by Mr. Anjaz.

Mr. Anjaz also had no other choice but to hold Menik's hand and lead him to enter the ball correctly.

Mr. Anjaz tried to be professional with his work even though this was very tempting to the faith.

The body of a high school student is perfect for a girl. Obviously some places have begun to form perfection to be seen beautifully by the eye.

But Menik was not at all confused or embarrassed, because he was in his brain, he just really wanted to study hard.

One throw, one,

"HOEYE! We did it, sir!" exciting Menik excited.

"In recall his hand must be how Menik, I will not teach you twice. Pay attention to other friends also to continue to understand," said Mr. Anjaz explained.

"Home, Sir!" sahut Menik who again sat on the sidelines where friends wait for his name on the call.

When Pak Anjaz called the students one by one to practice, Eka, a close friend of Menik, also whispered something to Menik.

"Menik, how did it feel in the same embrace Mr. Anjaz?" ask Eka.

"I'm not in a hug, Yo ... Kaah! I was just taught how to hold a real ball, without your mouth talking," explained Menik.

"Just like, just stay in the back. Aaa .. I can't wait for my turn," said Eka with an indistinct smile like a chili-cabean.

"But it is fragrant tenan pak Anjaz iki, Ka. No koyo pak Wari, the smell of oil urang-aring. Ckck!" He giggled at the conversation they were discussing.

"It's you, Nik. Fortunately, our prison teacher is not Mr. Wari. Ckck!" eka Sahut.

Mr. Wari is a math teacher. Short-bodied, slightly black, thick lips with a distended stomach and a thick mustache, as well as her middle-cut hair with the aroma of ursur-aryngeal oil.

You can imagine how excited students are when this Mathematics lesson is started. The students are very excited to skip the mass at the time of these subjects.