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Chapter #57

Reid's face looked wrinkled. His clothes are also tangled. But thankfully, his heart had not tangled one hundred percent. And clearly, this tangling is not without cause. He was in the third lesson earlier, forced or indeed he who actually forced to come late forty minutes and seven seconds.

Even so, it is strange that he matches the tempramen teachers labeled ‘killer’ in Stuyvesant. He entered the class late, did not ask for permission, and did not have time to give a reason why he arrived when the change of lessons bell that was not there half an hour away would sound.

“I think you'll skip until the last subject.”

Noah Thatcher opened his orange-flavored candy pack in slow motion. He and Reid would only take two classes each week in practical chemistry and theoretical physics.

But, do not ask why children majoring in social seem to have to bother taking physics and chemistry lessons. Moreover, his physics is practical physics. Because in short, it could be said to be due to his own negligence while still sitting on the first floor.

Yup. Credit standardization of graduation there are some that have not been fulfilled and the percentage of absences is also minus three points.

“I told you only permission late in the third lesson. And after all, there is no time for the final level as we often truant.”

The sentence was too cold Reid struck down the veins of Noah's rationality. He knows that the young man who has never been absent perched in the rank one of their generation, is indeed an anti-mainstream personality and ‘alot’ pepper.

Even so, who could have thought that if the beauty (read; boring nature) of this Reid would be very outside ‘basa’?

“Are you coming by the moon? Why so sensitive?” This time it was Reid whose heart suddenly seemed to be stung by a wasp or scorpion, perhaps.

Although still lucky, it seems. Because Reid was not chewing food or drinking water. If damn, yes. Surely all the solution and food that shamelessly will immediately spurt out a fountain. Or even a waterfall.

“Reid you're really coming months apparently,” Noah nodded his head in understanding, while showing a silly face look his mainstay.

He then said again, but this time with a super serious expression, “Did I buy a pad? new CD? Pain relief medication? I loan you a pair of sweatpants?”

Damn a thousand damn.

Reid's facial water spontaneously turned bland. Noah's crazy words just now, clearly very exactly what he said and realized some time ago to Leonna. He suddenly wondered to himself. What various actions he did for Leonna at that time was a common thing for teenagers his age?

He was very confused. Why could Noah say the same? Is it because there is a guidebook? Video tutorials? Or even there are learning materials in Stuyvesant this?

“Wait. Why is your face so handsome so disgusting like that. Don't tell me you're really—” Breath Reid was choked. He was very worried about Noah's next sentence. “—come to the moon?”

“Did all the nerves and branches of all the nerves in your brain have a virus attack? Are they entirely short? Broken? No longer want to work?” Curcol Reid.

He really did not end up thinking with the way Noah thought and joked that was too dirty. Is it possible that this boy never followed the biological material about human reproduction at all?

How can he who is a pure stud and not made up, let alone this synthesis as good as his mouth stamped the middle of the moon coming? Really am. Noah seemed completely out of his mind.

“Tsk! Your tongue is so spicy. Do you eat cayenne pepper to eat three times a day and every snack?” Annoyed Noah. Crush the orange candy in his mouth until it transforms into a coarse powder.

“Try you think. Is there anyone besides me who wants to painstakingly run around and report the busyness of ‘mysteriusmu’ to the picket teacher?”

Noah paused for a moment. Sighs. He then spoke short and sounded rather ambiguous in Reid's eardrum, “Lucky OSIS Chairman and our OSIS Vice Chairman hearted angel heaven.”

“What does your fatigue have to do with Axle and Angus?” Reid asked unhappily.

He did not want to prejudiced with the duo members of TTS. But, hearing from the many bad rumors circulating about them, even among the bad boys Stuyvesant. It certainly cannot be considered trivial. Even more so if their relationship has something to do with Leonna.

“Of course there are. The two of them who generously helped me preach about your delay and the girl to the picket teacher,” Noah snorted bitterly. He who had finished the candy in his mouth, now turned to grope into the pocket of his bomber jacket.

“Again, how could the picket teacher believe me if I said it. Especially if the one guarding was the Vice School Head. There is no way that my words will be trusted by him.” Obviously Noah while pout his lips are not cool, after he found his favorite candy turned out to be out of nothing.

Contrasted with Reid's suddenly fierce face. He was somehow so unsettled and angry. It was somewhat absurd indeed, with this unreasonable change of gloomy mood.

“In a moment,” Reid massaged his nose stem tired of energy. “So you mean, it's not you who actually asked for permission. But instead of Axle and Angus?”

Noah is usually a person who does not like to take a headache in any problem, the reflex nodded his head steady. He then said with a smile. “I'm very lucky, right?”

Instead of a series of compliments obtained by Noah, a fairly tight buzz on the table surface and accompanied by an angry exclamation that was suddenly thrown by Reid. “Shoppers! What's this mess?”

The atmosphere in the classroom was suddenly silent and heated. The red-hot aura that could be indirectly felt by all students in the fifth-floor second-block class was, inevitably making their hair bristles and merta bristling with horror.

“Hei, Man. Stop that creepy look on your face,” Noah who secretly shuddered in horror, with the courage of the class teri and then patted lightly the tense shoulders of Reid. He whispered again in a very small voice.

“I don't know what your problem is with Axle, Angus, TTS or even Leonna though. But, once again. Stop showing that angelic aura of your death. You made both of us the center of attention, you know!”

Netra Reid looked around. That's right Noah said. All pairs of eyes were now looking curiously at the two of them. He who never really cared much about how people looked at him, who even muttered cynically.

“Stop lecturing me,”

Reid, who was just about to move out of class, spontaneously stopped his steps again. He whose irritation was already at the tip of the horn, then suddenly floated a cold expression again flat. “Sore I won't be coming to practice. And if the Horseman remains stubborn and pushy, just tell him, ‘Reid will come to train, if he wants.’ But, remember. I don't promise.”

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