My Decision at Game School
Chapter 30 - End of the First Day of the Race
With a tired face, the student came in.
Perhaps the cause of his fatigue is the location of this room, because he had to force himself to climb to the 3rd floor with the remnants of existing energy.
“aah..sorry, am I bothering you??”
“no kok Din, we're done”
His name is Dinda Azzahra, class 2 Ips C. one of the 3 schoolgirls in the gaming experience. Yes, more than 90% of the members of the school are students.
“ya already mas, I say first”
“woke, thanks”
I left them both.
This is not the first time he caught both of us (eh) wet, maybe more than 5 times he was always like this. The reason he excreted space is to use the room like his own room, yes really collapsed. It is true that he is one of the core members, but it is not wrong that he uses his power like that??
I don't have to think about that. As long as Mas Pandu allows that, it is none of my business. Just believe it.
**
Hunger is what I feel right now. The only way to overcome this is to eat. But the crowd of students/i who order forcing must be patient and friendly with hunger. It is true that with hunger can stimulate the brain to trigger the process of autophagy, a process that will support the destruction of old cells in the brain, namely, then it is overhauled and produces new cells that are still qualified to carry out brain functions.
So does being hungry add quality to the brain? The brain needs enough food.
“mau mesan what?”
My mind instantly dispersed.
“mixed rice, fried fish not spicy”
“ok”
In less than 1 minute, my order was ready.
The table in the room was full, from inside I saw there were 2 tables outside that were still empty. With the hunger intensifying, I immediately went there.
A student approached my desk.
“Andi, can I eat here?”
“oh icha yes, please sit and eat”
The student was named Salwa Nafisa, but she insisted on being called icha. I don't know the origin of the name and it doesn't seem good to ask without knowing him more closely. I remember the first time I met him in the library, he brought a lot of books and wanted to borrow all those books. After that, we met quite often in the library, exchanged book suggestions and sometimes reviewed some of the mysteries in the novels we read.
“a long time ago yes we did not meet”
Less than a week we did not meet, during the retest also I did not go to the library.
“yaa right, last time before repeat starts”
“iyaa was right, thank you for your help at the time. Easy Icha answer about ulan”
About a week before the retest was held, I helped her study. I was reading one of J. K.'s mystery novels. Rowling is Cormoran Strikes. Then he came not to bring/choose the novel, but to bring and take the textbook.
“tumben lesson book”
“iyaa nih, preparation repeat later”
“hoo so, zest-spirit”
“siip”
We focused on doing each other's business, which is that I read novels while he studied. Every now and then I look at him to see if he understands what he is learning or not.
“aaaahhh!!!, do not understand me”
The book he brought was basic Mathematics, one of the matkul that must be studied even though he majored in ips. It was natural that he was in trouble because it was not a field he controlled.
“materinya about what?”
“ini!!” he showed the material.
“hoo this, linear” two equation system
“you understand”
“little anyway..”
“naaah if that's how I am!!!”
To repay his kindness for lending and telling him some fun novels to read, I will teach him. Until before the repetition, I taught ipa lessons that he did not master. The week of repetition arrived, we focused on each other so that we could not meet.
Cring.. Cring…
The break hour is over.
“aah already bell, I first ya Ndi”
Soon the final race of the day will be held, a race that requires great teamwork and strength to pull the enemy team with a rope. According to the competition module, today is a selection of tug of war for 8 slots in the second round that will be held on Saturday. The slot division is fair enough, 3 slots for class 1 and 2, then 2 slots left for class 3.
The location of the race is quite crowded, maybe many people who want to see a power fight match. To shorten the time, there are 3 places based on the class for the tug-of-war race. Class 1 and 2 locations are in the futsal field, while class 3 in the volleyball field.The two regions are chosen because they do not use
asphalt/cement, but pure ground. So if any student falls interested, he will not be seriously injured.
“to the representatives of class 1 ipa D and ips D to prepare after this match” said one of the organizers.
Matches that will start between ipa C class against ips B.
“3...2...1!!!” the committee started the race.
The two classes attract each other.
“ayo spirit!!!”
“tarikkk more powerfult!!!”
Audience cheers gave off the spirit effect of one class, with the shouts of ips B class starting to increase in strength.
“TIGAA!!!…TWOAA!!!…ONE!!!..”
A simple count but makes ipa C class attracted towards ips B.
“TIGAA!!!…TWOAA!!!…ONE!!!..”
“TIGAA!!!…TWOAA!!!…ONE!!!..”
The third shout makes ipa C class must accept its defeat. 1 point was obtained by ips B class, 1 more point is needed to ensure class victory.
The second match begins.
No changes, the match is exactly the same as before. So that class ips B managed to ensure his victory.
(it's my turn to class)
My class representative is ready, but the unexpected appears. Their opponents ips D class had some large-bodied students.
“be prepared!!!”
Each representative began to draw up a formation.
(hoo is not used, it looks like it will be difficult)
Suggestion
what I gave to Fadli was not used by them, it looks like they have
the plan. As for the enemy, as if knowing my advice, they did. Positioning
the backmost large body as an anchor.
“3…2…1!!!”
the committee started the race.
Sufficiently
10 Seconds the whole audience has found the winner. My class is interested in falling, though,
there were some spectators who laughed loosely, some were holding back their laughter and some were as well
the silent.
The second match began, but with the same result made the ips D class manage to get an absolute victory.
The representatives of the next match began to formulate positions. This match is between the Ikhsan class against ipa B. Unlike my cheerful class match, this match was the opposite. Cewe-cewe gave his spirit to ips A class.
(aaah.here is he too yes).
It seems that Ikhsan's popularity was still the same when he was Junior High.
“3...2...1!!!” the committee started the race.
**
Azan Ashar.
3 Class 1 slots are then filled with ips A, ips D, and finally ipa A. They will continue the game on Saturday to win.
The first day of the 17th race is over. Almost every game I saw. Many unexpected things happened today, such as the ability of class A which is indeed worthy of them bearing class A, then other classes with their respective abilities.
(it looks like tomorrow won't be like today.).
(connecting.).