I Was Forced to Become a Teacher in the Prestigious Fighter School

I Was Forced to Become a Teacher in the Prestigious Fighter School
Episodes 16.5. Mistakes I've Constantly made pt.2


I was silent in class, looking at the ceiling with regret. Mr. Halim has left the class. Nova's already closed the call. He made me go deeper. Maybe this is what my brother meant.


"So you're very sad, sir?" The sound of people sitting in the classroom window.


I looked at her and found Gita sitting there relaxing.


"You hear that?"


"Everything."


"How can you?"


"Although I'm a class clown, but I'm also talented. Eavesdropping and searching for information is my talent."


From his relaxed face like that, he seemed to have no intention of doing anything bad to me. But, there must be a purpose for him to eavesdrop.


"What's your goal?" My eyes sharpened.


"Simple...I want you to unleash your full power in the final!" Gita.


"Why?"


Gita asked me to bring out full power. Something is strange here. Thinking now is a bad choice. I am constantly being hit by problems.


"How do you say it..."


"Hurry now! I don't have much time!"


"Calm yourself, sir!"


"Where to start?" Gita scrunched her chin with her hands.


"I heard you were working under the regent's orders...Strangely in your history. It says that you win a lot of formal and wild battles. In a wild fight..." Gita closed her eyes as she entered the wild fight section.


"All your opponents disappeared afterwards." Gita opened her eyes.


"Then about Mr. Fajri who was expelled from school because instead of the change of school year, he also disappeared after that. His name and picture are all on social media."


I started to sweat cold, but I had to stay calm. My premonition about the danger of this child is correct. Gita is not just any ordinary student who enters a fighting school to reach the top. He wanted to be the one in control in a safe place.


"Although you look calm but sweat comes out of your face." Gita pointed to the sweat that was on my head.


"Then about the events of 2046, I don't know for sure, but you're one of the people involved, aren't you?"


"To be more precise" Gita's voice was cut off.


"You better follow...Because I know who you are, "The sly happy face she gave me before she left.


Someone entered the classroom, a beard, a mustache and his large body covered the light that went into the classroom. There, Bahar stood with a stammering breath.


"Why are you here?......I'm tired of running here looking for you.....What...happened? Why is the governor...talking to you?" Bahar's voice was broken because he was tired of running.


"No. He only greeted me because he knew my brother."


I shook my head. Bahar who just came looked at me suspiciously. His eyes sharpened as if they could tear me apart if I let him down.


"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear."


Bahar turned her body. She knew where my conversation was going, her anxiety still lingering in her memory, even though she said she had forgiven my actions.


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The day had changed the night, I was blocked by my brother when I returned home. He's heard what happened at school, angry and upset face he wants to throw at me, but he can't.


"......"


I could say nothing but turn my face away and dare not look at it. This often happened to us once, when I was still in Junior High.


"Do it..." Said my brother.


I was suddenly shocked, looking at him in disbelief. I took a step back while looking at my already desperate Brother facing me.


"I just need to go through you again when something happens to you! That's what you want, right?!" My brother snapped at me.


I still can't speak. I stared at him with a stiff expression, something I had to say but couldn't.


"I'm just going with the flow..," my voice softened as I looked away.


The sound of footsteps quickly approached. My brother ran towards me.


"Dad!"


Buk up!


A hard blow was aimed at my cheek, I backed away. A sad face with tears soaked the entire eye area on his face. Moments later, he walked into his room without saying anything afterwards.


Do I consider this finished?


It hurts my chest because it hurts people who care about me. Tonight I will reflect on it, because tomorrow there is a fight that I have to finish.