New School Terror
Wholesome

"Campus! Huaa! Help me! Jefri! Miras! Irland!"

Zafra ran as fast as the boy chased by the dog. From the second floor down to the first floor, into building C up again to the second floor and then down.

Zafran staggered back because his collar was held back by the clouds that stopped on the road running out of the library.

"Heh, you're doing it anyway!"

The man turned around and immediately hugged the Clouds tightly.

"Gue unintentionally sneered at the grandfather in front, instead chased after anying! Where to bring a machete! I'm scared, Wan.. "

"Aren't you ashamed of girls?" Clouds whisper.

Zafran peered around no grandfather figure thanks to the Clouds.

"OK on sip!"

The glaring cloud was given two thumbs up by Zafran. "What chip?" His forehead is multiplied not understand.

"Lo lamelletin me."

Surprisingly again Zafran left with no sign of anything before.

It makes people around put on a look of wonder and fear of being close together.

The clouds are impacted. His name is almost clean no more broom wars with ghosts. Soon rumors of the theme "Crazy Zafran" will surely fill every class.

*

Prahara Pak Adit continues to this day. Both Zafran and Surya deliberately ignored it again to explain the class front material.

There are constant tasks they do. Smiles, greetings, greetings that have become a habit since long ago slowly disappear.

If only the teacher had not started first, their triangle relationship would have been good.

"That's Zafran." Mira pointed towards the classroom door after Zafran entered confidently.

The goddess looked up from under the shameless boy. "Zafran!"

The cry of the Goddess made the other child aghast in shock to his chest elus.

"Sorry, sorry." The goddess apologized for wearing her good face.

Mira propped up her chin on top of the bottle cap. Waiting for the reason of the Goddess looking for Zafran and seem to want to claw it.

Both of Zafran's palms hit the table before blabbing at length.

The one being talked to muttered, "Hm, I saw."

Zafran's breaking the table again. "Keep why don't you come out and help me? My breaths will abis run away avoid that mad grandfather's cleaver!" If you imagine the look of fear when running earlier must be embarrassing.

"Gue hope your breath is real abis. Your self-esteem is thinning, huh?" namel Goddess advances face.

"Gue didn't come out because you were being chased."

Mira's answer is considered inhumane by Zafran.

"Lo was wrong. Surya followed Juan's trail. Follow the footsteps of the Goddess. No one is sane. Lo all ... Next time you have to move. If I'm why-why what?"

"Good for you so that more experience," chirped the Goddess smiled wryly.

"Fuck you, Dew."

"Jefri, Juan, last Cloud. The three of them went through a lot of events and were eventually crowned "Master of Jurig 2023" . You're not interested in joining?"

See how the Goddess flattered the three more heartless men from the earlier Zafran came.

"But you're okay." Mira even stood up to make sure she was okay.

Zafran's heart wasn't safe as soon as Mira checked his face up close.

"Lo is just a marathon breakout. Aman."

The goddess pulled Mira's hand. "Ehh. Don't whack!"

Mira's been away from her heartbeat still fast and fast.

"Lo has a girlfriend. I am aduin lo ntar!" threatening Goddess.

"Oh yeah I have."

"I can't help women sometimes forget to have a boyfriend" Zafran said.

"Don't be a big-ass. Go back to your chair before I get my shoes."

Irlan finally intervened in the face of the troublesome human kind.

He from earlier studied with breath hear Zafran protest many things.

"Lo's no better than Irlan." The goddess slips her tongue.

"The antecedent."