My Decision at Game School
Chapter 67 - Suspect

One of the effects of the election of the new Chairman of Osis is the increasing distress about the UAS later. But behind that, there is a prize for those who get the highest grades and for all students. For the highest value of getting a prize in the form of voucher or money, while for all students is the increase in Class Meeting days and the decrease in Exam days.

There are still another 2 weeks before UAS, our practice hours are reduced to study so some teachers who dislike games will not blame the tournament if our scores are reduced.

“Ngerjain about what Tia?” ask me before the morning class starts.

“This, Physics. There are some problems that are wrong mulu I know”

“don't want it Nabila?”

“Mau anyway, but Danya hasn't come”

“oiyaa... tumben He has not come, usually already grumbling Tia aja...”

The person we were talking about, Nabila. Just arrived after the bell rang. He entered with his tired face. It seemed like he was in a hurry to climb up hoping first until before the teacher. You could say he was on time.

The difference that is felt when approaching the semester exam is that each teacher gives advice and warnings about the questions to be tested. Some say this material will come in, so focus on that part. There are also those who say that they will not give a grid about the exam later.

The impact of the teacher who did not want to give a grid made the students panic, including Ikhsan. When the first break he met the cool ones enjoying the ice cream.

“ada also you teacher like Ndi, kesel I see ita..”.

“haha.. ya want how yes, maybe that's how the teacher made us learn everything”

“Iya anyway, really.. well that's why I'm asking for help to you..”.

“can only, while I can..”.

“please..”.

**

three days of testing have passed.

The pressure throughout the school was heavy. My class got the last label. Many of them answered as much as they could.

It's true, there are some questions that as I remember it should be in the next semester, but it has been included in the matter.

Today Thursday, the lessons that are being tested are MTK and Chemistry. Two lessons that many disliked by the rest of my class but inevitably had to face.

“Where was MTK last Ndi?”

“hadeh..

“laah... why?”

“rada-rada drowsiness the curse earlier, so had time to fall asleep..”.

“you are..emang last night what?”

“ada events in the game, so prioritize it”.

In the game Blood Hunter, is holding an Event and getting a limited reward. The prize can only be earned when the event takes place. Therefore the event became my top priority last night.

“indeed you this yes..cantin aja yukk!!”

“ok, but Nabila same Tia aja first. I'm going to wc first.”

Indeed my first goal to wc, but my second goal is to do a routine that maybe four times a week I do depending on the condition that is Dhuha.

As always, whenever I perform the Sunnah Dhuha Worship I always meet the Shishwi who uses the veil. She was always with her friend and somehow I felt a look from her friend every time we were in the same room.

Dhuha finished, I went back to class to pick up my leftover wallet. But somehow the entire class there was only one or two people who watched me carefully from the beginning to get to my seat.

(so quiet yeah, maybe again on studying outside.).

It's time to go to the cafeteria and fill my stomach that has asked to be filled immediately.

**

The second Chemistry exam has taken place.

There are 30 questions consisting of 20 multiple choices and 10 essays.

“Aaahhh... hard times because!!!”

“ini what the hell!!”

“why is this coming out, whereas I haven't memorized this one!!!”

That's what the whole class complaint I heard.

(aah, I'm saying this.).

A sense that comes with certainty when someone has filled his stomach, plus the fatigue that still exists makes the drowsiness stronger.

As much as possible I work quickly while holding back the drowsiness that gets stronger.

“60, 70, 75…. Ok well, it looks like this is quite”

I'm asleep.

There were no dreams I had during my sleep, only pitch black and hearing familiar voices. The voice after I listened carefully came from the real world. Maybe the moment in the middle of the exam made my ears stand guard when I heard the sound of the teacher approaching I could wake up and it happened.

“Nddiii... Build up No teacher approaching!!!”

“well, please in advance all. You want to check all your desks and beds to minimize fraud committed by the students”

One by one the students were examined.

(who also brought cheat in this test huaammm.).

My turn arrived.

First, all my pockets are checked. There aren't.

Second, my bag is checked. There aren't.

Lastly, my desk drawer was checked…

Slowly my sleepiness began to disappear. All the students do the problem as they can, there are some who have given up on the origin of the scribble or followed me by laying their heads on the table.

Naturally there is also Razia, because the semester exam is a special test at this school because it can get special rights to students who successfully raise their grades. If not the wrong name…

“naah what is this??”

My mind waned when the teacher pulled a piece of paper from under my desk. The contents of the paper in the form of how to answer questions that have been neatly arranged and in print.

“This, YOU TO OFFICE NOW!!!”

The whole class looked at me.

“ok sir...” I replied casually.

Some time Andi out of class, the class began to fuss.

“pantesan He just relax, apparently bring the answer paper”

“that's it, I've also suspected”

“if I'm shy.”.

“everything, please continue the exam!!” command the supervising teacher who silences the class.

Among the students of the class, there was one student who smiled happily,

Upon arrival at the teacher's room, I met my homeroom teacher, Ms. Beautiful.

“why come here Ndi?”

“so suspect cheating Mom, so told here first”

“Suspect??? You were caught off guard with a paper reply.” The examiner teacher began to convey his thoughts.

“ya is true the paper is on my desk, so it becomes proof that it has me”

“means you Ngaku?”

“don't, why do I confess an act I didn't do”

“as of you, tell that to your homeroom teacher and matkul teacher. I want to continue Razia”

The teacher who got the paper on my desk left.

Mr. Santoso is a Chemistry teacher who teaches first-class specialty. He's the only one I'm currently waiting for in the teacher's room. Indeed, most of the time in the morning I often sleep, but what I like about Mr. Santoso is that He does not disturb my sleep. Either because he's resigned to facing a student like me or

Does he know who I am? I don't know.

“Where is the student who brought the answer paper??” The teacher who was waiting for him finally arrived.

“She Sir..” Another teacher pointed at me.

Mr. Santoso walked over to me.

“You yes..”

“wait a minute Sir, he said the paper did not belong to Dia” Bu Indah defended me.

“kok can be so? That's the table, Mom. Then it's got Him!!”

“But sir, when it's break time and not school hours anyone can get into class and be free to do any”

“hmmm... true also you..”.

Thank goodness Mr. Santoso is level-headed, so it is easy to discuss.

“I as the Guardian of His Class can guarantee that He will not do such heinous deeds Pak”

“Alright, the only way I think of proving Andi's innocence is to do the thing I chose”

“i accept Pak”

“Do this..”.

There is a question in one paper that Mr. Santoso gave.

“alah” I smile.

(Connected.).