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2024-11-19 10:28:37"Why did you two take so long to arrive?" asked a woman with two braids to Amber who got out of the car.
Followed by Norman who had been greeted by his friends.
"Is this the work of that damn brat again?" asked a young man wearing the same uniform as Norman.
"Shut up idiot, I don't want to talk about it!" Norman replied curtly.
Norman was indeed known to have a bad temper, his friend was seen looking into the car.
"You two didn't go together this time?" asked his friend again.
"We left him, we haven't even put on the uniform yet." said Amber who was disciplined about time.
It was also because today's duty schedule made Amber and Norman rush too lazy to cause trouble, the Killer teacher named Isla was too strong to be defeated. Luckily Adam had gone to work, so they didn't need to cause more trouble for his mother.
"I don't care if he walks to school or something." said Norman in a mocking tone.
Because Norman and Amber often left Arkan on the road for unclear reasons, and that memory had been seen by Arkanza. Making Arkanza deliberately delay his time. Not long after, a shiny new car arrived right after the car that took Norman and Amber away, the students who saw the car's arrival were curious.
"Young master, don't leave me!" and a servant carrying a black cloth covering a uniform was seen riding a motorbike with the driver.
"You are so cruel to me, Mr. Arkanza! Huhuhu!" he continued melancholy.
Hearing the name made Arkanza lower his car window and look back, "You're the one who takes a long time, Milan. Hahaha!"
Arkanza got out of the car after Milan opened the door for him, "Forgive me sir! I will be more disciplined with time!"
"Damn brat, that's the car I asked my father for but he didn't give it." Norman muttered, clenching his fists tightly.
"Norman, we better get in. Just let her, I see Isla starting to walk this way!" said Amber then pulled her brother away.
"Hey you over there! What are you doing here, you better leave and don't make a scene here!" said the teacher with thick glasses who pointed his cane at the students who were gathered or just stopped to see who was coming.
"Milan, you should also come in soon. I'll look for you later, wait in my class. Understand?" said Arkanza in a whisper.
"Ahaha! Morning ma'am, forgive me if I caused a commotion." said Arkanza pretending to be cool.
"Oh, it's you. Enzo's favorite student? What's your name? Raja?"
"Arkanza, ma'am." answered Arkanza with an upright posture.
"You often don't come to school, what are you doing here?" asked Isla probingly.
Her eyes stared at Arkanza from end to end, it made Arkanza look at her too.
"I can explain ma'am, I was sick yesterday and it turns out I didn't get permission..."
Arkanza deliberately made a fake cough to invite sympathy from the teacher who was known as a killer teacher.
"Even now I'll be late if ma'am keeps holding me here. Huhuhu!" said Arkanza again melancholy.
Hearing this made Isla look at the watch on her wrist.
"I sympathize with your words Mr. Arkanza, but you yourself went to school without a uniform." Isla said, fixing her glasses.
"Doesn't the school sell student supplies? I should be able to buy them with the pocket money I've saved for a long time." Arkanza said lightly.
"Please Ma'am, let me in. I don't want to add to my empty absence list!" Arkanza pleaded.
Isla was surprised by the young man in front of her, especially the rumors she heard were so bad about Arkanza. 'He looks like any other normal person, why do so many people hate him?' Isla thought in surprise.
Finally, with a sigh Isla allowed Arkanza to enter the classroom.
"But only buy what you need, you have to save for your other needs." Isla added as a reminder.
Save? Me? Arkanza felt attracted to the teacher, this was the first time someone had considered him poor.
"Yes Ma'am, I will remember your words!" And with those words, Arkanza dashed into his school.
"A poor child who survived the storms of life, I hope you succeed in the future." Isla said sincerely.
Although Isla didn't know Arkanza's family background, Isla also had a high sense of humanity.
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"You dare to go to school wearing only casual clothes!"
It was one of the young men who bothered him in the first chapter, 'what was his name? I forgot.' thought Arkanza.
"Do you think this is your grandfather's school!? Just wearing inappropriate clothes like this, don't you want to go to school here anymore!?"
Two young men with mouths as chatty as women made Arkanza roll his eyes lazily, 'I'm curious, is this maybe this kid's school? This will definitely make these people even more shocked. Ahahaha!' thought Arkanza.
"It seems like we treated him too much, friends, that it made this poor guy go crazy."
They laughed, but Arkanza also ignored the people's opinions.
"Hey Norman, take care of your brother. It seems like he needs further treatment." said the same young man.
"He's not my brother! Don't involve me in that poor guy or you'll get the consequences!" threatened Norman who was annoyed when he was about to be treated badly just like Arkanza.
"Tch."
The people stared at Arkanza, "What did you say just now!?" said the person called Wanara by Arkanza.
"No Wanara, I didn't say anything. Aren't you guys tired of commenting on other people's lives? If you have nothing to do, it's better to pull out the weeds in the garden." said Arkanza sarcastically.
"You compare me to a gardener!? How dare you!"
His collar was pulled, Arkanza smiled thinly.
BUAKK!
"Aah it hurts so much! What are you doing?! Let go of my damn hand!"
Arkanza brushed off the dust on his collar when a man managed to free his collar from his classmate's grip.
"Milan, don't be so loud or I'll be sued by his parents. I just entered class today." said Arkanza casually.
"People who threaten my master's safety, don't deserve mercy." said Milan coldly.
"Come on Milan, you're my servant, aren't you? Don't be like this to my friend." coaxed Arkanza in a tone that didn't sound like coaxing at all.
This was seen by all pairs of eyes in the class, including Norman. Even the young man shuddered in horror at Arkanza's new servant.
'Why does that idiot always get the good stuff?!' he thought.
To be continued.
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