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Due to the quiet atmosphere of the class, the sound of the door being opened from outside by someone was quite the center of attention. They gave Wilfred a strange look. Even though it was every time like that, the gaze was still glaring, especially because Wilfred's clothes were never neat. While Achazia, who always looked at Wilfred like that, only smiled, proudly.

"Is there really…?"

It seems that the child has not given up on having been completely beaten by Wilfred. Even if he wore a neck brace, his mouth still managed to say something to Wilfred. Makes Chyou, Kauro, and Max sick and want to rip Achazia's mouth all out.

"Thirty minutes late before lunch every day," said Achazia, still writing, smiling grimly.

"You better not go to school at all."

"Why go to school if you want to come and go as you please?" Theo also said.

"Besides, this school doesn't belong to your father." Joo joined in like the others. Hearing that, his seatmate, Erik, nudged his elbow.

"What is it? You're just disturbing people writing." Joo glared.

"Don't go along with it. Just write it, don't talk too much."

"It's up to me, that's my business."

Don't know how many times Erik tried to do good, but his friends, especially Joo, always ignored his good intentions. So, Erik just gave up and went back to writing. And it didn't matter even if there was a teacher in front of the class or people who secretly insulted him, Wilfred still walked to his seat nonchalantly.

PLAKKK!

A rectangular object, hitting the back of Wilfred's head, was without a doubt thrown from behind him. Of course, Wilfred was in pain because of that. A deep red liquid ran through his thick black hair, it was stinging.

"Where are your manners? Can't you see I'm standing here!?" he snapped very peeved. Robert Arsen Lewson, a big and tall man, who had been teaching in front of the class, was very upset and could not stand it.

Every day, every class, Wilfred was like that. Ignoring the teacher there, and without any guilt, went straight to his seat. Not a big deal, but sleep and… Going to school to sleep in? And right today, this morning before lunchtime, Mr. Robert threw a blackboard eraser right at the head of the young man who was just standing in front of Max's bench.

Max couldn't say anything other than covering his mouth with both hands, "Wil!" he shouted.

Chyou and Kauro, sitting on the bench in front of Max and Wilfred's, tried to understand Wilfred, but for what? The child had already drifted into feelings that were already getting worse. Wilfred turned to face Mr. Robert, facing the front of the class, coldly. His eyes looked like he wanted to kill, his hands were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were white.

At their seats, Chyou, Kauro, and Max swallowed hard saliva. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, dripping and dripping, both clenched fists shaking, their uniforms wet.

"Ey, why do I feel weird like this?" Max asked, whispering.

"Don't tell me something will happen again like yesterday."

"We've got light sentences and warnings, right?"

Chyou and Max whispered to each other, completely shaking and breaking out in cold sweats.

Wilfred seemed to be holding back his emotions, hearing his friends behind him talking about it. His knuckles grew whiter, paler. Seeing that, Kauro boldly grabbed the hem of Wilfred's clothes.

"Wil, are you okay?" he asked, sounding worried.

Wilfred froze, looking like he couldn't believe what he had just heard. The atmosphere between the two became awkward, Kauro was increasingly worried whether the question he had just asked made Wilfred uncomfortable.

"I know you might not get sick of it, but..."

Wilfred turned to Kauro, looking at him with a sad yet sinister face. Kauro then let go of his grip, swallowed hard saliva, and turned pale.

"Who said I wasn't sick?"

"Eh?"

"After what they did, should I just let it go?",

"No, right?"

"Even if I don't feel sick about it,"

Wilfred turned his gaze back to the front of the class, looking at Mr. Robert who was waiting for him.

"I won't let them."

Wilfred McDonie is still Wilfred McDonie. Again and again, Chyou, Kauro, and Max who were worried were just ignored as the wind blows in the night. Wilfred stepped forward towards the front of the class, approaching Mr. Robert, and making Kauro nervous.

"Stupid! You shouldn't have said that to Wil,"

"AKHHH! How's this?" asked Kauro irritably to himself, tugging at his hair, frustrated.

"Now you're going to be a dissident student?" Mr. Robert asked, his breath slightly worried. After all, Wilfred was the scariest when he got angry, even if it was just the look in his eyes.

BRAKKK

BUGHHH

"Yes, I am a dissident student now! You can call me like that now, I don't care."

Wilfred threw Mr. Robert, after he pulled the collar, then hit Mr. right cheek. Robert is the one producing the blue rash there. Not just once or twice, but continue like that until Mr. Robert was unconscious.

"Where is a teacher who is rude to his students like that?"

"Stupid student!"

Seemingly, Mr. Robert was still conscious and had time to speak. Suddenly, it also provoked Wilfred to make a rash until it was purple there. No matter the pain that everyone can see!

"And if you can still talk to me, especially talk about ugliness and insults, that means you still want to play with me," said Wilfred, picking up the backpack that had fallen on the floor, leaving the classroom just as the lunch bell rang.

"Whereas I am an invincible player, and no one can beat me, even if it is my ego." he continued, disappearing from behind the door.

BRAKKK

The door closed as if an earthquake had just occurred, shaking. Success made Mr. Robert sprawled on the floor, Wilfred went outside without a burden. Everyone was silent, stunned in disbelief. The bell rang loudly, but their still wide eyes overcame it. It took some time to realize that Mr. Robert had to get help right away.

"Will, you've gone mad!" cried Achazia in disbelief, walking out of the classroom. Erik, Joo, and Theo followed closely behind.

"In time, Wilfred can become a murderer!" Joo replied, no less enthusiastic about making gossip among the students.

"Do not talk nonsense! Maybe it's because it hurts, so Wil resisted."

"Impossible. There must be a grudge and a plot devised because after all, there's no way Wil made Mr. Robert like that. Moreover, the relationship between the two was never good as a teacher and student!"

"What is impossible in this world? Everything is possible."

Along the hall, Wilfred's classmate was talking about him, not just Achazia, Erik, Joo, and Theo. Chyou, Kauro, and Max only listened to the conversations through the right ear, and out through the left ear. It was tiring, but the talk was getting louder and louder by the day and could no longer be accommodated. The further you step out of the classroom; the more people talk.

Isn't that hard to stop, and increasingly impossible, even though nothing is impossible in this world?

"Every day, I'm getting more and more worried about Wil," said Max, keeping his hands above his head, his breath heavy.

"I agree with you. I'm afraid his health will get worse if left unchecked, but what can we do?" Chyou nodded in agreement; her breathing was as heavy as Max's.

"We're not very good friends, but we're still trying to be like that" Kauro chimed in.

Max glanced at his two best friends for a moment, "By the way, where is Wil?".

"Who knows? Maybe on the roof?"

Chyou and Kauro's answer were the same, shaking their heads in ignorance. Whether it's a random answer or just guessing, the three of them are still thinking the same thing. Roof.

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