Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
The fix 14

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"Well kids introduce, this is Mr. Trish Sereno. He is a sports teacher who will replace Mr. Gramercy who has a business that can not be left behind. Maybe Mr. Trish will replace him for about two to three months, anyway until Mr. Gramercy is done with his business," explained Mr. Cato who is none other than their homeroom teacher. Mr. Cato is a middle-aged man with square glasses always attached to his face, his head a bit bald. He is kind, friendly, humorous, and always has a unique ability to teach his students the subjects he teaches.

Mr. Cato stood there. In front of his class. With a man younger and taller than her, wearing sportswear. His name is Mr. Trish Sereno, the man who will be the substitute teacher of their subjects. Trish herself has a face that looks innocent to the size of a gym teacher, when compared to Mr. Gramercy, Trish is far below. Trish seems like a person who is not very easy to say, and tends to seem always nervous. For example, as it is today. His students, who were sitting there, could see his sweat pouring down his forehead.

"S-Greetings know everyone," he said nervously as he smiled at the students there.

"Greet you sir" they said in a friendly voice. There was a little relief when he found a friendly welcome from the prospective students.

"Alright Mr. Trish, let me take you to another class" Cato offered.

"May sir if you don't mind" he said slowly.

"Then just come along" Mr. Cato pointed the way. He paused for a moment before coming out, turned to his students and said "no one comes out. And remember! Do the task that has been given," said Mr. Cato who then stepped out with followed by Trish behind him. Cato was about to show Trish some other classes and introduce her to other students.

After the passing of Mr. Cato and Mr. Trish, now the entire Dean class is back. People were talking and laughing as hard as they could.

An empty clock is the most fun thing for them. Because they are only given assignments without being supervised by any teacher who teaches subjects in their class.

When others are happy with the empty clock, it is different with Vincenzo who now looks grim there. Vincenzo, the only person who hated the noise in his class, chose to listen to music through the buds he brought, drowning his head between his hands folded on the table. He began to sleep there and try not to pay attention to the noise that arises around him.

Dean and Vicenzo are in the same class, but it's different with Taz, Nero and Marko. They are in different classes. Marko and Nero in the same class, the distance only passed three classes with Dean class. The Taz class is next to the Marko and Nero classes.

Dean sat next to Vincenzo, sitting at the second table from behind, right by the window. Dean who sat there was now silent, cool himself with his daydream. He was thinking about the dream he had this morning, just before he was ready to go to school.

Again the strange dream disturbed his mind, a strange dream that he could not even remember clearly how the contents of the dream were.

"What exactly is that dream? And why would I dream the same thing twice?" He muttered as he continued to think and remember about his dream.

Only a little can be remembered by him, the figure of the woman and the figure of the old man who was with him. Their faces could not be recognized by him clearly, and what made him suspect about the woman he saw in a dream was Sofia —mama. But Dean did not understand why when in the dream, he could not recognize Sofia who was none other than his own mother.

"Does this dream have any meaning? But what does that mean?" His inner. Dean leaned his back on the back of the chair he was sitting in. His head looked up at the ceiling of his class, looking far away trying to find the answer to the dream he had experienced.

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TUKS!

"You why?" Tanya Taz represents Vicenzo who seems to want to ask the same thing. Meanwhile, Dean who had been sitting there just quietly washed away in his daydream. He did not even touch or pay attention to the conversations of his friends.

Nero stared at them listlessly. Lazily, he stirred up the food he was carrying.

"I have an unfinished task, and unfortunately it's time to just stay tomorrow" he grumbled, now ruffling his hair in frustration.

"Ooh like that apparently. I thought you were why" said Vicenzo.

"Then... Why are you?" Taz turned his gaze to Dean who was sitting between Vicenzo and Nero there. Since then the man has been silent in his dream.

Nero who had just become aware of it, turned his head towards the man beside him.

"Dee!" He elbowed Dean making the man instantly aware of his daydream.

"Ah? Yea? Why?" Ask gurgling.

"You why? Is something bothering you?" ask Nero.

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w that.." Dean hung up his confused remarks on how to explain it. Taz, Vincenzo and Nero were silent there waiting for Dean's explanation.

"T-no. no," the final one who decided not to tell her what was troubling her thought was. The three are disappointed when their one friend is reluctant to explain what the problem is.

"Oh come on tell us what's bothering you!" Taz said there, trying to ask his friend to tell him a story.

"No, it's not that important anyway. So there's no need for me to tell you" Dean said.

"You're lying, how could there be nothing, but you're thinking so much about it. You forgot anyway? I could see and clearly distinguish which words were telling the truth and which were lying! From the color of your voice I can clearly see if you're lying!" Nero said that Dean was silent, forgetting the ability possessed by Nero.

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w that…"

"Just tell me the truth, who knows if you have a problem, we can help you, right?" Nero said again which was then taken as a sign of agreement by Vincenzo and Taz.

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