Metamorphosis Love
MC - Sad Chocolate Milk
Since that incident, Rana was no longer seen approaching Dean. For several days he was busy pacing back and forth to the teacher's room. He only met his friends at lunch. The students in grade 1-2 thought that Rana had given up and decided to forget Dean. Because it's been about two weeks since the girl's been nowhere near Dean.
Ttaakk....
One bottle of chocolate milk landed right on Dean's desk. The young man raised his head, looking at someone who was looking at him with a smile.
"Kok you back again?" Asked the young man while removing the headset in his ear.
"Eh, how'd Dean know I hadn't been here in the last few days? Waiting huh??"
Dean put his headset back on, Dean's classmates also sighed at the girl's crisp joking.
"Hehehe, Dean's favorite chocolate milk. Drink yes let the spirit of learning" said Rana then sat in front of the young man. He turned the seat in Dean's front row and occupied it.
"Who said?"
"Pulse... Obviously I know dong, we are a destiny that complements each other" explained Rana while moving his eyebrows up and down.
The young man turned his head towards his friends, only one person looked wrong, Suho.
Dean thanked him and refused again, but this time Rana still forced. The girl then left after hearing the bell ring. As soon as Rana disappears, Dean offers Rana a gift to his friend. They fought each other for free milk. Alin and Bela looked at each other and shook their shoulders.
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Days change...
Still the same as yesterday, Rana entered Dean's class and gave chocolate milk every hour of rest. It's been going on for the past few days, with no idea that Dean didn't even drink it at all. Although Alin and Bela had tried to explain, but Rana was sure that Dean would definitely drink it next time.
Month passed....
As usual, the girl entered Dean's class during the break. But this time he did not bring a box of milk, but a box full of chocolate milk.
"Dean, this is for you and your friends. Drink yes" said Rana cheerfully.
"Who cheated so much Rana, our class why not be loved?" Oceh Fian classmate Rana.
"Take it to your class" interrupted Dean and stood up to his locker.
"Eh, no, he's just kidding Dean" said Rana while looking annoyed at Fian. He tried to block Rana who was carrying a box of chocolate milk for him. While forcing Dean to accept his gift this time.
Brakkk....
Dean slammed the door of his locker then looked at Rana who was speechless in surprise.
"Gue doesn't like loe" said the young man coldly.
"But I love Dean so much, drink ya"
"Aah, asshole. You hear me say what? Don't bother me anymore"
Rana looked at Dean with trembling eyes, her steps slowly retreating backward.
"But don't we agree to be friends? You paid for the bus for me"
"Because you look pathetic, back then even now you look pathetic" Dean explained with his flat face.
While in class, Rana again did not focus on the lesson. He looked out the window at the students who were exercising. Several times the teacher rebuked him but Rana's mind was still unfocused.
Ttakkkp....
The sound of Pak Cipto's wooden stick hitting Rana's desk hard. He asked Rana to come with me to the teacher's room. Classes never make a fuss when Mr. Cipto teaches, because he does not hesitate to punish his noisy students. Even sometimes he gives an affectionate blow on the buttocks of male students.
In the teacher's room...
Mr. Cipto gave a form to Rana, it was a registration form to attend a seminar at one of the schools. Each class sends one representative from first to third grade.
"You represent our class" said Mr. Cipto.
"Why did you choose me? Is it because I look pathetic?" Ask Rana in a clean manner.
Some of the teachers who were there turned to look at Rana who looked unusual.
"Don't talk nonsense, don't daydream again during class. Quickly go and fill it and give it to me in the second hour of rest. Understood?!!"
Rana nodded and bailed away, she stepped limply towards her class. The hallway was so quiet, not a single student Rana had met. He walked while leaning his head against the wall. Some students stared at Rana as the girl crossed their classroom. His attitude looked sad at the time.
"Rana, called Mr. Jo" shouted a disciple sitting by the window of the hallway.
The girl turned her head and looked at Mr. Jo who was looking at her from the classroom. Rana knocked on the door and entered the classroom. He looked at Mr. Jo with a sad face.
"Why you?" Ask Mr. Jo.
"Did Mr Jo ask because I look pathetic?"
"Yes, what's the problem? You don't want to be a representative but Mr Cipto chose you that way?"
"Does a pathetic person like me deserve to go to a seminar?"
Ttaanakkk.....
One clipboard punch landed on Rana's head. Jo asks her to go back to her class. But before leaving, the girl again asked him if he looked pathetic because of that Mr. Jo asked him to leave.
Rana continued to be in her chair, skipping lunch and just pensively staring out the window. The Queen, Alin and Bela try to persuade him, but to no avail. Even Dean's friends felt sorry to see Rana from outside the classroom.
"Dean, mending loe apologized to him. It's a pity that children, usually cheerful haha hihi now like depressed people" said Suho who sat in the front seat of Dean.
The young men gathered and began to advise Dean. Although I don't like it, Dean shouldn't be so cruel to Rana. Remember if Rana is a good and cheerful woman. Now the aura looks so sad even to be glimpsed.
Dean seemed pensive for a moment, he didn't actually mean it. But Rana won't listen to herself. She has been rejected many times, but the girl is still approaching.
"It turns out to be a handsome man" complained Gerald.
"Hahaha willpower is also the Rana, she is the only girl who survives even though you are repeatedly rude" said Felix. He opened the milk box given by Rana and drank one. It certainly made the male disciples scramble to drink it.
Suho put the chocolate milk Rana gave him on Dean's desk. He smiled at Dean as he moved his chin to get the chocolate milk.
Dean, the spirit of learning.. Sorry if I disturbed.. The fighting...