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Farewell

The test is conducted on a computer basis. Graduation exams, they'll be leaving school soon. Graduating or not, those bad boys were not worried about him at all.

"Do it yourself, don't cheat the answers of others. Everyone is different." Speak the exam supervisor.

Long before H day, the school asked students who have PCs, laptops, or notebooks to immediately take them to school. The school wants to borrow the device to be able to carry out UNBK without hitching a ride to another school.

School-owned computers are very limited, plus student-owned and teacher-owned, everything is still not enough. The internet network is also minimal, so, this 9th class is divided into 2 sessions.

Brian was in the first session, one class was combined in a fairly narrow room, namely the classroom.

In order not to be complicated by the many convoluted cables, the bench is addressed to the wall resembling the letter U. Their tables are close together, in the middle of the letter U is inserted the letter I, 2 straight lines are docked and opposite each other.

'This is number 12 what the hell is the answer?' Rutuk Gilang while continuing to click on the mouse (mouse) to see other problems.

Now is a Math lesson, Gilang can not think and can not cheat as well. Previous questions he answered the origin first. He even observes the monitors of others hoping there is a similar matter to his.

When the 2 people beside him were busy counting, he was drawing things that were not clear. Want to count too how? He does not know the formula or how to calculate it.

This test is so underestimated without a very thorough preparation. Without an answer key, he still believes that he will graduate just like that.

The supervisor went around looking at the students who were working on his problems. Even so, students can still glance at the monitor screen of other friends without moving because of the meeting bench used.

"Your hand why is it shaking?" Ask the Supervisor to one of the female students.

"I'm not used to computers, sir, afraid of being corrupted." Answer the student being asked.

"Not a simulation yet? Relax, if you are tense so you can later be a waste of the answer. But don't be too relaxed either, it's time."

It is natural that 3rd grade children can not use a computer, the computer room alone is left dusty and always locked because of the lack of Wi-Fi network. Wi-Fi was only available in the principal's room, a good distance away from the computer lab, so he couldn't reach it.

There was no effort they made, after all there were no special lessons directly related to computers. Therefore computers are budgeted like worthless assets.

The supervisor goes around looking at each participant's monitor. Some of them dared to beg for an answer.

And unexpectedly, the supervisor helped with some of the seemingly difficult matters. Whereas before he forbade his student to cheat, but this, he went around and also gave the right answer.

Just don't talk a lot to other classes and to other supervisors anyway. As per the requirements of the supervisor.

Clearly, it made the disciples excited and instantly exchanged answers with the surrounding disciples. Many of the same things but the order is different. Gilang and Anang can still cheat even though it is a bit complicated as well.

Maybe the supervisor feels sorry because this UN grade will determine whether they pass or not. But Brian was not interested, he continued to work on it alone. He still believes in himself who has learned all the time. He doesn't know what his future will be, so he's doing all this for his long-term risks.

UN managed them through, it is not yet known who will graduate and not pass. But the school said that some of them did not graduate and would stay in the classroom. Whether it was a lie or a truth, but the disciples thought it was impossible.

They finally arrived on graduation day. After chatting with the lesson, who is bored will certainly feel free. Some are sad, and some can't wait to meet a new school.

Brian was sitting under the tent. Class 9 has been provided seats that are lined up based on their respective class groups. The front row is class 9A, then back to class 9H. Brian is in 9F class, he thinks he belongs to the order of the back is the chosen fools.

Seats for parents are also available. They were invited to come over a bit of a whim. This morning Brian left alone in a neat suit.

In his chair, Brian continued to be asked for photos by the women. In his heart Brian felt reluctant, let alone they wear thick makeup like a demon queen snake alone. Brian really dislikes women with makeup like that, there are no beauties. Sinta also until now still looks very natural.

Mother also came with Sinta, then they sat in a special seat guardian/parent. Of course they looked at where Brian was, but they could only see faces other than Brian.

Brian was moving away from the noise. He who was sitting in the middle of seeing the dwarf girl who seemed to tell himself to come to him. Brian was out painstakingly looking for a gap in the row of seats arranged narrowly.

The dwarf girl was not alone, she was with one friend. How is his condition at the moment? Can he hear normally? Brian did not know, his short and dense hair covered his two ears.

His friend then spoke and invited them to stay away from the loudspeakers. The dwarf girl does not speak her tongue, she uses body language while her friend translates it for Brian.

Apparently he came here on purpose to see Brian. His friend is a member of OSIS who is helping this activity. So he also asked his friend for help to convey what he wanted to convey.

It is quite easy if you are looking for someone in a place that has been devoted. They soon chatted, the last message, the girl said that the ring she gave him should not be lost.

No problem, Brian wouldn't take it off unless the ring didn't fit on his finger. He liked the plain ring model, one that added to his emanation of good looks.

After pinning the samir (medali or graduation necklace), they no longer sit and start to split up doing the activities they want to do. The event is still going on, Brian and his two friends want to go to the back room. Gilang has brought his girlfriend and Brian has also picked up Sinta.

Anang alone, Desi did not attend school continuing her primary school education. Anang said he worked, helping with cake wrappers at a factory near his home.

Anang salute to Desi, despite working and making his own money, but Desi never used his money for things to add style. He remains simple, if you justify it Anang does not need much cost. But his little heart certainly felt like giving the perfect to be able to make him happy.

In the back room they are busy taking pictures because Sinta is ready with his digital camera. Though the eyes were on them, they were neither awkward nor ashamed. Only Sasa was the one who felt bad, he was not a dilapidated type.

"That's a 9F student huh? Beautiful really njirr.. Why did I just see?"

People were amazed to see Sinta in uniform. Already plump, blonde, graceful, how could she not attract attention? His skin also seemed to emit a light that others rarely saw.

Thought by the new students, they were curious but immediately discouraged to see Sinta accompanied by Brian.

"Well, that's probably his young mom." Thought they saw Brian was shorter than Sinta.