FIGHTING DISC #HappyTeens

The FD chapter 9

Impossible we do, miracle we try..

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"Dis, is this a new book??"

Beni asked while turning back page after page of Diska book which does not contain any graffiti in it.

"Old book, Ben. How do I know if I will migrate to IPS class today? If I knew, I'd bring a new book, too."

Answer Diska lightly while tidying up the transparent nail polish that has been applied on the three fingers of his nails.

Beni raised next to his eyebrows.

"Replace??"

Fixes.. Diska is a mental disorder. How can a Diska hope to still survive in the IPA class try??

Dream of sono...

Diska.

"Yes, it's in change."

"Lo's crazy?? This book is also still empty song, Dis?? Not yet filled anything, even your name is not written here."

Beni's voice rose two octaves, but still began to record PR on the book Diska.

"That's because I forgot to give you a name, Ben. Do you use it in ributin anyway? Let them write my name in the book. Inget yes, write my name in a book, not in your heart. Ciee... Paper..."

"Yes, who's baper Dis??"

"Lo, what time am I??"

"Well, what's the most baper too? Ngarep has your name in my heart? Aye right??"

"Au ah's. Males me."

"Oh, I forgot there's something I want to ask."

She looked up, "what??"

"Emang lo never mentioned the results of the discussion while studying time still in IPA??"

Diska shook her head.

Beni rounded her eyes, "why??"

Diska thought for a moment.

"Actually, there's no particular reason. Just because there's a printed book, so I don't have to do it anymore, right??"

Hearing this, Beni immediately patted his own eel and then beristighfar three times.

"Diska beautiful, that's not the name right, aka wrong... Hm?? You have to keep writing even if there's a printed book."

Diska just shrugged, no matter. And continue to finish the last nail polish spread on the nails of his left hand without caring for the whining of Beni who continues to lecture Diska non-stop.

Diska re-examined the spread again, but the nail polish smeared perfectly.

Diska nodded in satisfaction, and immediately blew her nails with a puff coming from her pretty mouth.

Actually, Diska had the intention to give Beni the confidence to blow her nails. But because Beni looks very busy to copy, making Diska becomes unpleasant until finally Diska undoes her bad intention to enslave Beni further.

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Suddenly, the sound of greeting a woman was enough to make Diska surprised. Sontak Diska turned towards the source of the voice.

Diska raised her eyebrows when she saw a group of girls and men standing around her.

Diska was so shocked she could not say a word. Ask her little heart what really happened.

Are they in the middle of a demo or are they going to ask for a Diska signature??

"Hi, you're Diska, right? Hello, I am Nita. I'm the class leader here. And welcome to class 11 IPS 3.. Yeaay.."

The girl who claimed to be named Nita reached out to shake Diska's hand along with a friendly smile.

Hearing this, Diska returned from her daydream. And immediately reply to Nita's hand also included a smile that was no less sweet anyway.

Then, in turn all residents of class 11 IPS 3 began to shake hands Diska and introduce themselves one by one in addition to welcome.

"Because we do not know you will come today, we are sorry really can not prepare a welcoming event for you. But.. just calm down, instead we will eat together in the canteen GRATISSS alias paid with cash class 11 IPS 3."

Nita spoke loudly so that the whole class cheered and applauded loudly.

"Geez, there's no need to bother. I also did not deserve a welcome event like this. I am also not a new student. So I don't deserve any of this."

Diska speech is full of seriousness.

"Look easy, kali. Okay, don't worry. Enjoy, and have fun. Aren't you guys??"

"Yo'i Dis, just relax."

Say another child.

Diska turned to Beni for an opinion.

Getting a questionable look from Diska, Beni just nodded in agreement.

After all, all of that has indeed become the customs of class IPS 3 since the days of the ancestors, as a form of welcome for the new inhabitants of their class.

"Ben, aren't you coming?"

Nita asked Beni who was still busy recording the Diska PR which was as much as two pages, and still less than at least half a page longer.

Beni shook her head.

"Lo first, I'll follow. Clash doang, nanggung about it."

Said Beni who still keeps taking notes without intending to postpone it. All of course because Beni wants to finish the event immediately record PR.

"Okey that way, we'll wait in the cafeteria."

Nita pats Beni on the shoulder and then pulls Diska's hand to immediately follow her to the cafeteria.

Diska complied and did not mind at all with the pull of Nita's hand.

Diska just did not expect to get a simple welcome like this but felt special for him with a very warm hospitality.

Maybe Diska will give you the perfect points for hospitality for this class, and for cohesiveness??

Um... Maybe Diska will give you 9.9 out of 10 points.

Diska began to realize one mistake so far, which was to have underestimated the quality of the IPS class. But who would have thought if behind the class that is always doubtful turned out to be able to provide an extraordinary comfort zone.

Perhaps, Diska also needs to be a little grateful and give a little appreciation to the Headmaster for his crazy proposal which has actually succeeded in changing Diska's thinking about the IPS class.

However, no matter how far people go, the only place to return is home.

So Diska will still return to its colonies, no matter how good the IPS class. Diska will also never go out of theme or deviate from what Diska has planned since the beginning.

Diska Intention is only IPA and will always be IPA.

Diska will even strive for the best path to return to IPA, namely by learning and maximizing its value that had fallen sharply. Also to silence everyone's mouth with the achievements that Diska will achieve next.

Diska was not worried at all. Because with Beni beside him, there will be many miracles.

Impossible we do.. The miracle we try..

Diska was even certain one hundred and twenty percent would manage to obtain what should be hers.

Diska smiled inwardly as she imagined this.