The King Of School
Chapter 15

"I can't teach you, dancing isn't easy do you understand?"

Zoya then stood up from the sofa and looked at Brian very seriously.

"Listen lady chatty, there's a saying. 'If practice will make things better.' I'm sure Vince who wants you to be his partner must have a reason, you're so great and talented right?"

Once again Zoya pensively for a moment while holding her forehead. Why is this arrogant master so good at playing with words. Zoya is talented, but what about Brian. Is it enough practice alone to make him beat Vince the King of School.

"Alright, tomorrow! If you really intend, then come with me tomorrow." Zoya exclaimed firmly.

"Well, with pleasure." replied Brian, slightly tilting the corner of his lips.

After that Zoya immediately left Brian's room while continuing to hold his head. He didn't know what else to do, withdrawing from the competition was wrong, even if advancing was wrong, was it possible that they had a chance to win?

Before long Zoya comes out Brian picks up his phone and calls someone.

"Hello Brian, what's up, son?" Michelle's voice came from across the phone.

"Mother, I'm not interrupting, am I?" ask Brian in a slow tone.

"Not at all, I'm glad you called, are you sick?"

Michelle began to worry a little about hearing Brian's slightly gentle way, not usually Brian talk like that.

"No mom, I just wanted to ask you what you think, can I dance?"

For a moment Michelle was silent as to why her son was calling just to ask such a thing. He wanted to answer, that Brian not only couldn't dance, but he was bad at it. From childhood he knew his son, Brian was a stiff man. But she would not say anything that might hurt her son's feelings.

"Of course, son, do you remember when Kindergarten was?" Michelle tried to remind Brian.

"Well I destroyed the entire stage." replied Brian, his expression looking gloomy.

"Eee, that's not Brian."

Michelle patted her head in regret reminding Brian of that past.

"This son! I don't know why you're suddenly asking this, but I can only say believe in yourself."

"Well mother I understand."

As usual Brian immediately turned off the phone without saying goodbye. It seemed like he was still upset with both of his parents, he called earlier just to arouse his confidence.

But it looks like he was wrong, he shouldn't have challenged Vince earlier. Brian laid his body on the bed and stared at the ceiling of his room.

You suck, why I registered earlier, my pride could be ruined this way, what else am I trying to prove to you, Zoya Amanda.

Deep down in Brian's heart, he had really been very lonely all this time. After meeting Zoya, she feels something strange. I don't know why she made him do such strange things.

...

Morning time.

In the kitchen, Zoya is busy making chili and onion while listening to music. He was currently wearing a five-star restaurant chef-style outfit. Zoya turns out to be quite good at cooking too, seeing how she mixes chilies and onions very quickly. The skill is indeed not inferior to the original chef. Just one lack, Zoya can only cook greasy and instant food. As of this moment, he was about to cook fried noodles.

Not long after, Brian was seen coming down the stairs while fixing the buttons on his shirt. He looks very handsome and neat like people want condangan.

"Young master, it's been tidy early in the morning." Sapa mbok Ratih with a friendly smile, it looks like he is cleaning the dining table.

But Brian did not answer, and instead narrowed his eyes when he saw the dining table was still empty.

"Where's my breakfast?" Ask Brian in a cold tone.

"Eh anu sir, still made by Zoya. I was the one who wanted to cook, but he said it didn't have to because he wanted to cook." Reply with a little anxious, she still remembers what Michelle said, if the young master doesn't like to eat late. If it is too late then the young master himself will intervene to cook.

Brian glanced at his watch and felt a little annoyed, he did not like people who were not on time. That's why he always moves fast. Finally, he decided to go to the kitchen.

"Master, sir don't cook yourself," said Ratih directly to block Brian's path, "i mean, let me tell Zoya to finish her cooking quickly."

"No, auntie just wait here, don't go anywhere." Brian exclaimed with a flat expression.

As Brian entered the kitchen he frowned seeing Zoya cooking while listening to music.

"Ehem, are you done?"

But because of the earphones stuck to her ears, Zoya could not hear Brian at all, she did not even realize that Brian was there. Zoya even sways her head and hips because it is too cool to listen to music.

Seeing that Brian shook his head, he became impatient and immediately walked towards the refrigerator and picked up an egg. Then he took out a frying pan and immediately put it on the stove.

Zoya turned her head sideways slowly as she looked at Brian who suddenly appeared beside her. Zoya who gawks at Brian's action, finally stops dancing and takes off her earphones.

"Hey, hey, arrogant sir what are you doing." Zoya asked as she held her palm towards Brian.

But Brian ignored Zoya and immediately turned on the stove, then he broke the egg and tossed it on the pan.

Zoya immediately approached Brian and was about to stop him, "Hey what is this you have not put the oil, even the dish has not been hot."

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing." Brian said firmly.

Zoya immediately gasped in shock, never had she seen Brian so angry. Zoya folds her hands and watches Brian's behavior.

Brian snorted in annoyance and threw his gaze away from Zoya. He then put cooking oil in the pan. The one-kilogram frying-oil wrap opened too wide, Brian accidentally spilled all the oil onto the frying pan even until the pan fell and hit Brian's clothes.

"Well..."

Zoya took a step back, she was completely shocked to see the calamity. Zoya covered her gaping mouth with her right hand and stared at the skillet that had fallen to the floor, the cooking oil was also splattered on the floor. After that he turned his eyes back to Brian, immediately he chuckled at the silliness that the arrogant young master was doing.

"Hahaha, is this how you cook?"

Zoya really couldn't help but tingle in her stomach, she laughed so loosely.

"Look. Look at you, it's been so neat. Now it's full of cooking oil, hahaha."

Brian looks very annoyed to hear the taunts from Zoya, both corners of his lips curved downwards. Then he watched his entire body from top to bottom, everything was completely filled with oil.

"You..." Brian pointed his index finger at Zoya, "what's funny, it's all because of you who let me prepare my breakfast" Brian said angrily.

Zoya then instantly fell silent for a moment, but she really couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, you arrogant young master, now I understand why aunt Michelle won't let you into the kitchen." Zoya sneered once again.

Hearing the commotion that occurred in the kitchen, mbok Ratih finally went to peek there. How surprised he was when he saw the already chaotic kitchen area.

"Jeez Zoya what happened."

"Why do you ask me, just ask our chef Brian, haha."

Brian became a little embarrassed now, immediately he was about to leave from there. But by the time he stepped up, he suddenly slipped and almost fell to the floor. Fortunately, he was hanging on to the kitchen table.

Once again Zoya who saw that again chuckled, "Haha, quite the young master. You can make me die laughing."

"Sst, Zoya is enough." exclaimed mbok Ratih who immediately wanted to help Brian.

"No need, I can do it myself."

Brian then stood straight back up and immediately walked away from the silliness he had made in the kitchen.

Zoya and her mother peeked out of the kitchen to stare at Brian's back who was climbing the stairs. Zoya really laughed with satisfaction. 'Finally karma came also to that arrogant young master.'

"It's Zoya, it's not funny. Quickly prepare the food."

"Haha, good mother."

Zoya nodded lightly and went back to cooking while continuing to hold the tingle in her heart.

You arrogant young master, or I turn him into a silly young master, hahaha