Who Is The Antagonist?
Episode 03's. Kennedy Carsillion (3)

I was frozen and frozen in shock. There was a soft and seductive voice right next to my cheek. I looked directly at the voice while holding my ears because I was amused.

Looking at me who was shocked and confused, he laughed out loud like he had no sin. His distinctive voice invited other disciples. They just watched while watching the two of us.

My patience is over, he already knows this is all going to happen. But he kept doing it and constantly played me. I ignored his offer to help me and turned my back to Carl.

I don't care about the fact that he's an artist. My resolve was already in order to stay away from him. I hope with all my heart not to see him again.

"Huh, what's going on?"

A student folds her hands in front of her chest while looking up. Actually he looked at me, but because of our high differences that were quite far away, he was forced to look up a little.

The student passed me and grabbed Carl's arm with a sly smile. He proudly said that Carl was his.

Carl said nothing. Maybe he was used to this kind of situation. She followed the student's play while waiting for my response.

I just turned my head around looking at the game Carl was playing. I did not respond, with a flat expression I turned back my head and went out of class.

To be honest I was a little curious and started peering out of the window silently. The student was a fan of Carl.

That's natural because Carl is an artist. With his wealth, I believe he is not an ordinary artist but a top-tier artist. But I think without him being an artist, of course he is famous for his handsome face.

Since I'm gone, there's no reason for Carl to pretend anymore with his students. Carl innocently asked for help to the other students who were watching him forced to leave with his fans.

I hid for a while when Carl was taken away by his fans outside the classroom. I went back to the quiet back class.

My seat is perfect for a bed. I put my head on the table and closed my eyes. Before long, I fell asleep too.

That annoying voice sounded again in my ear. When I heard the word ’Pak Dadang’ I opened my eyes as fast as lightning and looked around. The other students whispered, looking at me with a laugh.

I don't know who Mr. Dadang is yet, but Alice's instinct tells me that he is a teacher to watch out for. I immediately apologized to the teacher.

Fortunately, he forgave me. Of course not for free, I answered 1 question from him first. My answer was correct and I was allowed to sit back.

When he started teaching, I noticed it more clearly, and it turned out that the teacher was the killer teacher at Alice's school, Mr. Dadang.

The students who were laughing at me immediately fell silent when Mr. Dadang started explaining the material, but their eyes still looked at me. It seems that my memory of this teacher is not wrong.

But if Mr. Dadang is really a killer teacher, where maybe other students dare to laugh at me. I was curious about their reasons, it was impossible for me to ask directly anyway.

Curiosity removes the resentment of Carl. As the person who had awakened me, I asked him why they were laughing at me.

Carl started thinking. Instead of answering, he looked like he was struggling to hold back his laughter. Not answering my question, the voice of his laughter was heard by Mr. Dadang.

As expected, for the umpteenth time I got in trouble again because of the stupid thing he did. Mr. Dadang quickly threw the blackboard eraser over the sidelines between me and Carl. Almost on our faces.

DUKK!!

The innocent blackboard eraser hit the back-class wall. Our eyes are pointing towards the pengahpus and immediately back to the front. Not only me and Carl, the other students in the class also straightened their bodies.

We knew that if we made a few mistakes, something bad would happen. The mood of the class turned silent.

When I wanted to open my voice to apologize, Carl opened his voice again. The reason he gave this time was simply absurd.