
In that classroom.
Ryan stood next to the teacher's desk, looking at each student for an introduction, he could feel dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him with various expressions, all as if saying in their hearts.
"Who's this one's hick kid."
"No shame, if you want to ask for donations don't come here."
"Nih five thousand, quickly take it and Lo go home there, go all the way."
"His opening is rich parking lot of the market, in love a thousand even ask for two thousand."
"Btw long breaks are very good."
"Gw Mules' stomach."
Indeed they did not make a sound, but from the faces of those people, Ryan could already read every thought that clearly felt dislike for his presence.
The students who come from the rich, certainly do not consider important an introduction from people like Ryan.
But it was all no problem, What could Ryan expect from his current state, trying to live as an ordinary disciple. Meet, greet each other and forget. As always, familiar, pretentious, minjam money and forgotten, that is what usually happens.
He just wants to live school life without problems, relax and become an ordinary student. But everything seems to be on his side, and Ryan has to follow the flow of life in this school.
Without Ryan being able to resist, he must get used to enjoying the way they live, because when he fights society, he will be eliminated. Because that is the system that applies to human life.
"Alright, please introduce yourself." Said the seemingly ordinary teacher responding to Ryan's move.
"I'm Mahesa Ryan, greetings."
"Have ?."
"Yes sir."
'What else do I want, I'm sure they just call it a name they've forgotten.' that's what Ryan thinks.
He did not have to bother explaining about the address, hobbies, height, weight, shoe size, and so on, because it was not important for people in this class to remember.
"Yes... You're sitting next to Narmo."
'Narmo?, Kaya Gw know ?."
In fact, from the front of the class, Ryan had seen one person waving his hands, a dumb-faced man, an innocent smile and Ryan knew that he was Narmo.
Ryan walked towards his stool with people laughing, when he noticed Narmo was so cheerful for a new student's presence.
The girls commented....
"He's handsome but look at his shabby clothes, rich people don't look good."
"Free good looking, but poor."
"It doesn't matter what times it's important to look at."
The men also commented...
"One more person came to be a clown in this class."
"Maybe he's one species with Narmo."
"You add one more, make a group a joke."
Although the voice was clearly heard in the ear, Ryan tried not to care, because even for him, he had to be patient. No matter what other people think of him, Ryan must never repeat the same mistake.
Not far from Ryan's bench, one person with a sharp eye and clearly no feeling of dislike towards Ryan.
That man, Juna was in the same class as Ryan, he showed himself to be a distinguished student. From any angle, about dress style, manners and cleverness, nothing more than nonsense.
He is the son of school owner Donahue, an entrepreneur in education, therefore no one dares to comment with his attitude in class.
"Prab, he's a guy who's with his stepmother Rein at the cafe" Jun told a friend next door.
"Gw you know what that guy has to do with Rein."
"Do we beat him up."
"Good idea, and ask Rein to let him know."
"Entar Gw call the kids, let's drag him to the toilet."
Back to Ryan....
After one lesson has ended....
The man named Narmo was so strange that when Ryan noticed, he smiled as if his life was sinless, no matter how one looked, but he was like he was not pretending.
It can even be ascertained Narmo model man with a plonga-plongo face, only a subject of ridicule classmate, if it is considered as a friend.
This made Ryan uncomfortable.... "Why are you smiling so."
"What's wrong I feel good seeing an old friend."
"Old friend ?." Ryan's confused.
"Don't tell me you forgot me."
"I don't have any old friends like.... Wait let me remember."
A little Ryan thought, it was about the name Narmo, in Ryan's childhood life flashed the memory of a boy who was smiling himself with snot up and down.
Now it was Ryan's turn to smile for remembering a boy, while at that time, Ryan was a 6th grader and the boy was one level below.
If it had been a coincidence, the day between Ryan and the boy was on the same level, but who would have thought that he was in the same class.
"Don't tell me you're Narmo Sujatmiko."
"You remember me Ryan." Narmo replied with a big smile.
But who would have thought that the boy he knew was plonga-plongo, now growing up with a height of 187 cm. Even though the expression on Narmo's face seemed unchanged, like a 5th grade Elementary boy without ever knowing what Alogaritma is.
The other people who saw Ryan and Narmo talking intimately were certainly a joke to all of them laughing...
"Look at that, when their brains are minus, meeting minus, then the result is plus."
"Like a fool, meet a fool, then they both connect, even though they remain fools."
"I know, this is what it says that a fool can only be understood by another fool."
While everyone was busy to talk about Ryan and Narmo, the classroom door opened violently, a slightly blond short-haired woman, coming up in a rude manner.
Not a single person dared to make a sound, as it could be seen there were hostile expressions from the woman to those who were laughing.
"Sad."
"Sir Nela." Narmo said, calling the woman.
"Narmo, how long will Lo surrender to be their mockery."
"But brother....."
"Badan doang lo already big, still a coward, just beat them."
Between Narmo and Nela they are both cousins, which is why Ryan was able to get to know Narmo as a child. Although not really close like him and Nela, but enough to consider Narmo as his friend.
"It's at school why Lo's being so rude so Nela." Ryan said with a smile.
Nela consciously heard Ryan's voice talking about her, it was quite surprising, she did not know that Ryan and Narmo were now in class.
"Ryan why you're in this class."
"Didn't I tell you last night that I was staying in class because of that, so.... This is." Just answer Ryan as he is.