The Daughter Of Mafia Queen
Chapter 101: The Atmosphere of the Hall Room
An hour later.
The campus speaker announced that all students must gather in the hall room for the election of the second period senate. Where in this period, there will be several challenges that must be followed by the three finalists. However, a shocking news had spread. The students were busy.
The arrival of the Cantika Gang was greeted by a standing ovation. The students seem to be starting to again complain Sarah to become the chairman of the senate. However, everyone fell silent, when they saw Rose enter the hall room. The gaze of the probing eyes, there were even those that unshakably cursed so clearly.
A rude remark that Rose thought of as a cheap girl. It felt like scattered glass flakes were ready to slash the girl's skin. Instead of dodging, Rose's steps must be toward a place that is rightfully hers.
The entire campus is gathered in the hall room. Including the teachers and also the rector. The variety of expressions that made the aura chaotic as if in the middle of an emotional feast. The atmosphere was heating up, making Rector Vishnu rush forward to start the senate election event.
"Good morning by noon, kids. Let us begin this morning's event by praying in the heart according to each other's beliefs. Praying begins." Said Rector Vishnu opened the activity this morning, the silence of a few minutes ended.
Rector Vishnu looked up again to all students, "Senate election second period with the agenda as follows. One, the three finalists will conduct an impromptu exam according to their respective majors. Both question and answer sessions with the jury that the campus prepared, and lastly the three of them had to complete the challenge that the other finalists would give."
"The candidate in third place is Pangestu Mahardika from the 2B class of English literature. The second candidate is Rose Qiara Salsabila from class 1A architect and the first number candidate is Sarah Atmaja from class 1A architect. Please prepare one challenge for the other finalists and put it in that ball tube."
Rector Vishnu pointed to a table on the right side. Where the ball tube lies in the middle, but there are four empty seats that have not been filled. Who're they? Why is left empty, while the lecturers are on the other side opposite.
"Oh yes, I haven't said it yet. The jury is not from the lecturers, but the owners of the foundation themselves. So, I hope, you all keep your attitude. Understand kids?!" Connect Pak rector Vishnu without wanting to reduce his wibawa.
Lengthy times wide describes the rules from one activity to the next. The rector took a lot of time, even almost made the students fall asleep. The sound may be firm, but it sounds strange. Where's the badass of that guy? Like pretending to be good.
Suddenly the sound of small running footsteps opened the door, then approached the Rector of Vishnu. The guard whispered something, opened the rector of the mangosteen. Then look towards the entrance. A few seconds wait until the door starts to move.
"Welcome, Queen. Welcome to the jury. We welcome you with enthusiasm and pleasure." Said Rector Vishnu so sweet, but the footsteps of the new jury team came to a halt at the door.
A moment of circulating the eyes, until the blue netra interlocked. Who would have thought, he had to do something he shouldn't. Where he participated in the senate election competition. All because of a report from one of the lecturers who indeed stood under the auspices of the Phoenix mafia.
Whichever mother is willing, hearing her child will be a spectacle material with news that is clearly fake. Rose being an om-om affair? Worse still, the photo sent was a photo of Justin peeping his daughter's forehead. Growled. Wanting to break the troublemaker's hand.
And so, for the good. He came just for an impromptu visit. As his prediction, Rector Vishnu himself offered to be one of the judges so that the election could run well. Not just for the purpose, but just for the sake of!lat to get more power.
Rose herself could only sigh deeply. What never comes to mind. It just happens, no matter what happens later. He can face even if he is bleeding without pain. Now, yes it is. Accept what is better. Aye, right?
The sound of firm footsteps rhymed, but not Queen's steps. The other three judges wore masks. The three of them walked so firmly that they did not even worry about tripping, while Queen's footsteps were disguised. The students stared. Bulu kuduk.
Are the jurors human? Why so cold and firm. Moreover, the mask that covered the mysterious imposing face. They ask in their hearts. How do the four judges look? Beautiful and handsome or ordinary. I don't know because all you can do is be a spectator.
"alright. All have gathered together into one. Let's start with the first agenda. The three finalists will conduct an impromptu exam according to their class department ....,"
"Wait!" Cried one of the judges, distracting everyone. "Queen himself will give a question for the three finalists. The teachers can check, and approve. After that, please pass the exam papers to the three finalists."
Random? Why is it unimaginable. One plan failed. In fact, the man who stood in front of the three finalists had only one chance to help Sarah win the senate competition. He knew that the other two finalists were not as smart as Sarah.
Now you want to, you don't have to accept. "Sure, please. I represent the lecturers to gladly accept Queen's request."
Of all mankind. One in a thousand who have consciousness. Those who understand, if you fight a storm, you can drown. However, it remained silent for a moment to hold on, then walked back after feeling the storm had begun to subside. This is called being aware of taking care of yourself.
Rector Vishnu survived, not because he was conscious. Unless you have to be in the situation. In front of the foundation owner, he was only a paid worker. Education is higher, but when people do not appreciate the results of their own hard work. How do others appreciate it?
After waiting for a while. One of the jurors handed over a piece of paper to the Guard. Paper containing three questions from Queen. The paper will be photocopied, then distributed to the three finalists. The gripping silence, made the hall room even more impressed with horror.
"Queen, I'm out for a second. There is a call of nature." whispered Dominic who sat next to Asfa.
Dominic's departure is not without reason. The man had to do something to finish his job. While everyone who was in the hall room could only wait. Just breathe, without being able to wiggle. It felt very awkward, even seeing the facial expression of Rector Vishnu. They were anxious to take a photo of the man.
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Reader's morning, I'll see you again.
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Title: My Mother's Best Friend's Bed
Author: Mama Reni
Blurbs:
In order to meet the needs and luxury lifestyle, Melani chose to take the path that she thought was instant, becoming a sugar baby and adult male bedmate. Who would have thought Melani was reunited with Jefri who turned out to be a friend of his own mother.
As time went on, he met a young man named Yudha. They fell in love with each other. However, Jefri who knows it does not want to release Melani. In various ways he made Lani and Yudha's relationship break up.
How is their next love relationship? Can Melani and Yudha unite?