The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 18. Nothing To Be Sorry For (Nothing To Forgive).

"Okay, that's it for today. And see you on Friday (okay, just for today, and see you Friday)," said Wulan while circulating his gaze to all students who began to move from their respective seats and leave the class.

Wulan was tidying up her books and getting ready to come out, when she saw Max still sitting quietly in his chair. His head was slightly bowed, but his eyes were staring at him.

"Yes, Max? Can I help you?" ask Wulan.

Max got up from his seat and walked towards Wulan.

"I'm sorry, Miss," he said, confirming the position of his backpack.

"Sorry?" ask Wulan.

Max nodded steadily.

"I'm sorry for what, Max?" ask Wulan in astonishment.

"About Nadia who ...." Max's words just hang. He stroked his neck awkwardly.

"Oh my goodness, Max. That's Damien's business as a Instructor."

"I don't care about Damien. I wonder if you're mad at me."

Wulan frowned. "Why should I be mad at you?" He moved from his seat. "Just, next time, don't do it in school, okay, Maximilian?" she said, rolling her eyes at Max and stepping out of class.

"Miss!" call him while pursuing Wulan's swift steps.

"Yes?" ask Wulan. He looked at Max.

"Nadia's not my boyfriend."

"Why is he your girlfriend or not?"

"I just want you to know that."

Wulan stopped her steps. "What's the matter, Max?"

"Let's go, I feel like I should explain it to you, Miss."

Wulan's big smile. "Oh my God, this boy," he said, scrambling Max's hair. "You don't have to explain anything to me, let alone apologize."

He immediately grabbed Wulan's hand and kissed the back of her hand. Making Wulan instantly widen her eyes. Max just chuckled at the reaction of his Master Mother. And then it just passed. Leaving the astonished Wulan - astonished.

Wulan pressed her shoulders. I don't know what happened to that kid. As soon as Max's tall figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, he continued his steps into Master's room.

Entering Master's room, Wulan finds Damien chatting with Adrienne.

"Ah, that's it," Adrienne said as soon as she saw him enter. "Wulan, someone's looking for you" the god as he glanced at Damien.

"Wulan, I forgot to give this to you." Damien handed a small sheet of glowing red rectangular paper to Wulan.

Le Concert Solidaire" de l'Opera National de Paris avec Julie Fuchs, Stephane Degout et Philippe Jordan.

Mardi janvier 14 (tuesday, 14 January), Palais Garnier.

A ticket to an opera performance at the magnificent Paris opera house, Palais Garnier.

"You're serious?" ask Wulan when reading the price of a ticket that is fairly expensive. 250 euros.

"I hope you're ready." Damien.

"Well, since you've already bought the ticket is expensive - it's expensive, I can't seem to turn it down" Wulan said. He thought there was no harm. Just watching opera. She also loves music - classical music.

Damien smiled happily. "I'll drive you home, okay? You clean your things first, I wait in my car," he said as he opened the door.

"But .. Damien ...." Wulan did not have time to continue, he said as Damien quickly disappeared behind the door.

Wulan turned to look at Adrienne. Then put his shoulder out.

"Looks like him, Wulan," Adrienne joked.

Wulan only sighed deeply - deeply. He took his things off the table and said goodbye to Adrienne.

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STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

Max covers his head with his black hoodie jacket, walking down a quiet sidewalk between shabby apartment buildings.

Tonight, he intends to buy one or two bottles of beer that he will drink himself at his favorite place in Stalingrad, which is one of the rooftops of the apartment building not far from where he lives.

He walked quickly to the nearest supermarket. However, his steps came to a halt when he saw two men who had just descended from a car parked on the side of the road, approaching towards him.

"C'est quoi (what the hell is this)!" he exclaimed as soon as the two men pulled him into a narrow alley.

Without saying much, one man held Max's hands together, held him back from being able to resist, and another beat him mercilessly. No matter how strong Max tried to rebel, his strength was defeated by the two men who were each of the big height.

As a result, his face was battered. His lips broke, his nose and temples bled out blood, and his heart ached in extreme pain.

"Rancid boy! That's the result of meddling too much in other people's business!" hardik one of the men while rewarding Max one last slap.

"Fils de pute (the lion)!" maki Max as the two men left her drooped just like that on the floor. Max tried to get up and sat on his back against the wall of the alley. Both of his arms he placed on his bent knees. He wiped the fresh blood flowing from the temples and corners of his lips.

He tried to stand up. While limping and creeping on the wall, he stepped out of the narrow alley.

Max covered his head with his hoodie. He tried to walk as normal as possible so as not to invite the suspicion of people who occasionally cross paths with him.

He stepped out of Stalingrad. In his head there was only one place he wanted to go. The place he so desperately needs tonight.

To borrow his hugs, maybe.

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Wulan had just finished cleaning her dining table when she heard the door of her apartment being knocked by someone. He stood there for a moment in front of the door.

He was surprised because no one had ever visited his apartment. Doubtful - hesitating he opened the door a little. He only saw a man with a head covered standing on his back.

"Who are you looking for?" ask Wulan while still holding the door handle. Get ready - be ready to close it back if someone looks suspicious.

"Miss."

"Oh mon Dieu (yes my God), Max!" peekik Wulan's. Not surprised by his arrival. But because of the wounds on the young man's face. "What's going on?"

Wulan opened the door and pulled Max's arm and guided him in. He sat Max on a long sofa by the window.

"Why did it get like this, Max?" ask Wulan worriedly.

"Later the story, Miss. Can you treat me first?" kekeh Max makes Wulan cluck. "My nose seems broken, Miss." He complained.

"Lay down first, Max," said Wulan as he stepped into the kitchen.

Max said - Wulan. He lay down on the couch, looking around the room. He found his painting hanging neatly on the wall. Looks perfect. As perfect as the woman inside that wooden frame.

Then next to the Wulan painting, there was a painting of a mysterious woman in a black dress with a haughty face. Maybe he's called Patrick named Lady Magnifica. From the style of dress, it seems like it comes from the middle ages.

A witch, a maybe (a witch, perhaps)

Wulan emerged from the kitchen carrying a small bowl of warm water, a towel and a medicine box.

He put his luggage on the table. He wet a small towel and sat down next to Max and leaned his body towards the young man's face to clean his wounds.

Wulan was so concentrated on tracing the handsome face that looked chaotic that she did not realize that Max continued to look at her without blinking. The smell of Wulan's fresh body makes it seem - will be anesthetized. His eyes stared at Wulan's thin lips full of cravings. Then down to the neckline, and ....

"You're beautiful, Miss," she said.

"Sstt .. shut up, Max!" wulan exclaimed without caring for the words of the young man's seduction.

"Your nose is not broken" Wulan said as he moved - moving Max's nose that looked good - fine.

"Auch! Sick, Miss!" screech Max while gripping Wulan's arm.

Wulan just grimaced. Then pull away the grip of Max's hand.

"That guy is really stupid!" max says arrived - arrived.

"Hmm?" Wulan who was preparing gauze and plaster to cover the torn Max's temple just muttered.

"How can he leave a woman as beautiful as you, Miss?"

"Let me close your temple first," elak Wulan as he folded the gauze and placed it on Max's temple. Then glue it with plaster.

Wulan tidied up the equipment and returned it to the kitchen.

"Miss!" call Max when you see Wulan reappearing.

"Hey, let's tell me why you got battered like this? You fighting again?" scatter Wulan while sitting near Max's feet.

"You said you wanted to approach your students, didn't you?" Max asked without answering Wulan's question.

Wulan nodded.

"Then I want to ask you something, Miss."

"What?"

Max grabbed the couch backrest to help him sit down. Then he shifted his body closer to Wulan.

"I want to borrow something from you" he said.

"What is that, Max?"

Max raised the corner of his lips.

"A hug."

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