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Back to school

Back to school

"Aris! Hurry Son! It's almost noon." His mother called him again.

"My Lord, if you can afford to sit on the bench of the real Harist Fernada, I'll give you in return the memory of Harist Fernada." The sweet voice like that of a child was again heard.

"Heh, challenge me? I'm Mr. 'Mirror', even if my job is a secret agent, I can be a detective for some time." I smiled proudly. If I'm insensitive to the environment, I'll lose to other agents or our enemies. If I wasn't smart, I could've eaten the trap the enemy gave me. This is an easy thing for me.

The first thing I did was to get dressed up for the day on Harist's cell phone, and then pack a book. After that, we will make sure of the schoolwork. Well, I haven't been back to school in a long time, so missed when I remember my Junior High. Because we were a poor family, I went to school in exile. The school contains naughty children who are more evil than thugs. And it's a boys' school.

I learned more about survival than I learned school lessons in that place. It was a place where I trained myself to be a strong person to protect myself. It's a very nostalgic place.

I stepped downstairs. "You have breakfast first, right? In the car is fine too."

Mom came to me and gave me a bag. I felt sick when I saw that woman's friendly face. But since this is another world, I should also be able to understand it. It was possible that his character just happened to have the same face.

I followed Dad to a car. A simple house that is not too big or small, then a standard car to accommodate the needs of life, as well as a relaxed environment with peaceful neighbors. This was really my dream life when I was a teenager. Unfortunately my life is far from the word peace in the past.

I looked at my hand. Change it to practice. In the past, I practiced almost every day to perfect my mock transformation. "Aris, don't do that in public places huh? You have to hide your 'ability'. In this dimension, people are not as strong or as attractive as you."

I heard the figure of the father warning me. It seems like the background of this artificial world is unlike my world. It seems that not everyone has 'talent', but hearing the figure of the father speaking, it seems they called 'talent' with the word 'ability'. Well this is one good piece of information.

"good. I'll be careful in the future." I try to be polite.

"It seems like your mood is bad. Never mind, open the door, we're there." He smiled and let me out of the car.

I entered the school grounds. I feel a little uncomfortable, because people keep looking at me. Was I in the wrong uniform? Ah, not really, the uniform I guessed was exactly the same as the other students' uniforms.

Or is... I stink?

I tried to smell my body as I passed through a deserted place. Not really, my scent is still smelling fresh like a person who has just taken a shower. What made them see me? Handsomeness? Don't joke, I look mediocre. Might?

On the cover of the textbook I remember I was in Grade IX 1. By entering the classroom I was a bit confused, which one was my chair? There were Three chairs that had no luggage on them. Under the gaze of another student's child, I must quickly make up my mind. If the living environment of this body resembles my life, then the nature of this body also resembles my nature as a teenager. Looking at the empty seat, I thought I was a teenager who liked the seat in the back. But my dream seat is a seat in the middle, not too front not too back.

"Just sit down!" I said slowly. Then sit on the seat that is in the middle row.

I saw the stuff in the desk drawer. I was a little nervous because I was afraid of sitting at someone else's desk. It turns out this is my seat. There's Harist Fernada's name in the book in the desk drawer. With a sigh of relief I leaned my body against the chair.

"Congratulations Mister! You managed to sit in Harist Fernada's chair! Here's payoff. Please accept it!" The little boy's voice was heard again, this time he seemed to be happy.

The person sitting next to me asked as I was processing my memories. "I-I'm fine. Just a little tired."

It was a girl with long hair who was as I was. Her hair is wavy and dark colored. Her eyes are beautiful golden. Surprisingly, the girl's appearance was exactly like the criteria of my dream woman!

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as I said so. I'm back processing Harist's memories. From her memory I knew the girl who was Mayra. Mayra Zeintya, Harist and she seem to be one of childhood friends. But often they are more at odds understanding something. The girl's behavior was very annoying, but too clingy in Harist's mind. It means maybe Harist has a taste for this girl. Or maybe they are just close friends? I don't know it myself.

I felt a tremor in my pants pocket. I remember that I put my smart phone there. Since the phone was in the lock, I opened it according to Harist's memory. When open that appears immediately is a note application. It says itself a sentence.

'Master! It's me! The cute one who always pays attention to Master!'

Lastly he added a picture of a tiny round cat. I suspect this should have been the little kid that was troubling in my mind this morning.

'From now on we will communicate by phone. Here too I will give you a mission Master!'

Long sentences are back. I just hummed in response. I'm sure the little one heard and saw me too. Then I typed a new sentence there.

'Then what should I call you?'

There was a long enough pause. Then a letter appeared. 'Princes! My lady called me that! (2.)❤'

I nodded slowly. Then the bell came in. Join some of the students who have just entered the class. A Teacher with thin glasses on his face entered the classroom. I wasn't focused on her lesson. I still think about a lot of things in my mind.

But because my eyes looked at the book, it seemed that my behavior was not suspected by the Master. I try to understand the subject matter given by the teachers. This should be easy because it's just a Junior High lesson. Who would have thought that this was so easy. It's easier than Junior High in my world.

It was at rest when I was yawning. I'm still sifting through Harist's memories. What made me sigh in relief, it turned out that the Mother and Father I met this morning were Uncle and Aunt Harist.

"Master, Harist's body is prepared for you, literally he's you. To trigger the development of Your abilities, You must accept Yourself first. You have to admit that you are Harist Fernada. You can't go back to your life in the past. Whether you or my Lady, you are all gone and living again in this world."

I scratched my head with an awkward feeling. Apparently so. It means that if I were to die, I would completely disappear. "Aris, do you want to eat? I made this for you."

A girl carries an additional supply that is ornamented like a child's supply of Kindergarten. It looks delicious, but I also brought food that my aunt made. As I was about to refuse, another girl approached me and said. "No need, you definitely prefer mine! I made you an extra spicy one!"

I do like spicy, but seeing how many chili seeds are in the food, it makes my saliva melt. It was obviously a very spicy meal! Then another girl came in offering him a sweet treat, saying she made it herself. It's a kind of pastry or home sweet snack.

"Sorry everyone, my aunt has made me breakfast, I have to eat it or my aunt will be sad." I said in a speech as if I wanted to but could not. Make them slowly retreat.

I just remembered one more thing. Harist Fernada, is a popular guy in his class. Whether it is in academic or non-academic terms. Besides its gentleman nature makes it liked by many people. One more thing, I, Harist Fernada, belong to the ranks of handsome people according to human calculations in this world. I was born as a perfect character full of luck, just one thing very dear. I don't have any close friends or friends, that's all.

This is pretty confusing for me. I think my face is still at standard limits. Or maybe I am handsome?