The Destiny of the Disconnected
Chapter 6 The scholarship?

Amidst the question, he was startled again with an information board on the edge of the corridor. It's getting weird because he was so sure that when he went down that road he didn't see the board at all, then why is there now. There was a white paper stuck on the board that made him come closer and read it.

"Scholarship. On behalf of Rumi Taleetha Greesa class sat-APA!!" Rumi muttered then shouted before finishing the sentence on the paper.

Suddenly, he runs in a hurry (Sir Aiden, he's lying!!).

Rumi faintly looked at her class from the distance of the passageway. At the door of his class, so many students gathered "Ukhh, so many people in front of the class. They must have come to see me".

Suddenly he stopped his steps. A brilliant idea seeped in his mind "Did I just go to class?. They don't know my face either" Rumi was pensive, was devising a plan in the brain "Foul as well, they've never seen me. Even though they've seen me but they don't know my name. I thought I was a genius" he murmured with a proud smile.

He continued his journey to class. Passing through the crowd of people who crowded the area of his room. Enter slowly with fear of being discovered. But that didn't happen until he got into his class. A narcissistic smile was again visible on his face as he was confident his plan would work.

"HE'S THE GUY. RUMI TALEETHA GREESA'S. STUDENT SCHOLARSHIP RECIPIENT!!!" Suddenly one of Rumi's classmates pointed at her with a loud shout that resounded in every corner of her room.

Rumi froze in place as if losing a motion sensor. His narcissistic smile was replaced by a panicked face mixed with shock. The whole person glanced at Rumi with the sharp eyes of an eagle. He planned to run away, but his body was very difficult to move.

The other class students gathered in Rumi's class had left because the entrance bell asked them to be self-conscious to return to the classroom. Their curiosity finally disappeared. Previously they swarmed and did not let Rumi run anywhere. That's why he asked Aiden not to tell him he was the scholarship recipient. Being famous is hard. Rumi's classmate who initially ignored and was friendly with him turned one hundred and eighty degrees into a friendly and friendly.

Trained to support his body on each row of the table. All she wanted now was to sit in her chair. "It's all because of Mr. Aiden" he muttered, flames of fury burning in Rumi's eyes

"Rumi, come here. Eat with us" his classmate waved from the right-hand corner. Initially, the taste of cape made him want to reject the offer. But when he saw Elina was there too, he finally joined in.

There was a lot of food and drink on the iron table. Some people are eating delicious food "Let's Rumi eat" said a round pink-eyed woman with pink hair who sits on the edge of the wall.

He raised one of his eyebrows at the sight before him "Are you insulting me?" Rumi Degrees.

The students who were gathered at one table were astonished, not understanding Rumi's intention "No, we just want to invite you to eat together" replied a woman there.