Karma Love

The Love of a Math Teacher

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How are all, may always be in good health, well-being, healthy sentosa.

So, in addition to wishing you guys a cool NOVELTOON resident of God's society, I also want to tell you, I have a new work on the next platform. I was publishing here, only I moved in. No one wonders what?

Check yuk👉👉👉 Fizzo👉 ENTANGLED LOVE TEACHER MATHEMATIC👉 Chengil.

Tells something that feels a student who hates math but likes his teacher. Hayoo loo!

In addition, it turns out that the love of this student claps one hand, the teacher already has a prisoner of his heart. Ehhh gaunya, the captive heart of the Master also refused it, wahh there will be a love story in terms of how many? 😲😲 Triangle? A quarter? A milliferous? Or jajargenjang 🤣🤣🤣🤣 or even a kite? 🤣🤣🤣

Oh Lord!!

Do not listen to the discussion of the author who began to look at it, if curious cuz the story directly to Fizzo.

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Chapters 1. MATH

"A question?" ask the handsome Math teacher who just gave a flashback about the unit beratan.

"Sir, kilogramme if in short become what?" shouted the 3rd year High School student who was sitting at the very back corner by raising his hands high.

"Kg," short answer from the Mathematics teacher who just taught replacing the previous teacher who was on maternity leave.

"If plus the letter ‘n’ what would it be, sir?" continued again.

"Kangen!" simultaneously the students of one class answered him with a spoiled tone. Seasoned ‘cie-cie’ for the handsome teacher who just taught it. While the new teacher seemed to be made cengo with a crush from his own students.

It made the students laugh.

"Sir, this time my sister had a math problem, she asked me to teach her, but I don't understand, can you help me? I'd be very grateful, "it's still the student sitting in the corner screaming.

"You see, how I'm gonna help you," without any suspicion at all because he thinks this is true about what he's gonna do.

The student also advanced to the front of the class, the new teacher seemed to pay attention to the appearance of the student, folding skirt sebetis with a very short dress he took out and did not wear a tie like other students. The handsome teacher could only shake his head. He wrote about the linear inequality of one variable, 9x-7i＞3(3x-7u).

The teacher seemed to glance at the student, suddenly there was suspicion, but still he was working on the matter of his student. While the schoolgirl with his whimpering style is still faithful waiting for the handsome teacher to finish his work with his mouth unceasingly explained.

9x-7i＞3(3x-7u)

9x-7i＞9x-21u

-7i＜-21u

i＜3u

"This is the explanation-" then the teacher wants to repeat to explain again has been cut with the words of the student.

"There's one more answer, sir," he said. It made the teacher wonder. He said he didn't understand now that he was correcting for another answer. Hah, it was realized he had been worked again by this student. The teacher let the student give the answer.

"I ＜3 u too," the schoolgirl stepped towards her seat by blinking one eye and flaunting her white teeth.

'What? the student actually knew the answer, it was just a matter of trap, ' not even aware that the answer to that question could be interpreted as an answer to the expression of feelings.

"Already, work on page 16 all, and must be collected today, and you!" point it at the students who have been working on it earlier.

"Follow to the BK room finished my subject hours."

"Well sir, we've played BK, just kidding, sir, for entertainment only, we're at peace, okay!" the student gave her smile accompanied by two index and middle fingers standing, but only glared at by the teacher.

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It's me, IPS High School boy, already know why I didn't go to IPA class, yes because I destroyed the count section, my IQ didn't get there. About that, I got memorized for years. Eits lied to me.

I'm the laziest at counting lessons, vows that make the brain boil before thinking. The part of counting that I have mastered the most is counting with money. Do not be mistaken if you have argued about money with me, less than a fraction of what I learned until the balance results.

While in my own department, I actually don't like it either. Yes, IPS is synonymous with social knowledge, what else if it has discussed the history of the past.

Duhh, please just forget the past, we move on, then it is not discussed anymore, we fight for the future. Ehh, that's mah ex. Lolls.

I have no talent remembering the past, the history of the country, the geographical location of the continent, or anything, and his friends, who always make me nauseous at once because of their own dizziness in trying to remember it.

What else if it has been discussed about the world war, ‘Duh, sir, the inner war alone has made me chaotic, what about the world war. After all I have no war talent, my talent only loves him,’.

Directly the marker landed on my head by the History teacher who had just given a material review of the history of the first and second world wars.

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I'm Ariel, Arielka Zee. Only my parents call me El. Another friend called me Ariel. I'm an only child, my parents are businessmen. As a child I lived with my housemaid, because Mama and Papa were always busy with their affairs. For a month, I rarely met them. Let alone to go out on a sunny Sunday, just breakfast together never.

Sometimes I think, did they forget they had children? or did they never think of me as a child? I don't know.

When I was still sitting in 1st Junior High, I got called to the BK room with my parents and there was also the principal, too, as well as the guardian of the child that I had pushed until he was lying in the hospital for days because his head was hit by a stone and had to be on an obras like jeans.

At that time I was just upset, he didn't know my life, but always looked for trouble with me, I was the most angry when he said I was just a pick-me-up boy that his parents had forgotten. Instantly I climbed up the black hole and pushed him off the steps of the school yard, and it made his head collide with a rock.

There is no guilt in my heart. I wish he were worse then.

From there my parents were responsible for financing treatment and also giving compensation money. The side easily agreed. Cihh, money can buy it. Pandangku.

I was also kicked out of school. I'm not sad, I'm not ashamed, I'm fine. My parents are angry with me.

"El, you're a girl, don't act arrogant, you want to be your hero!" sentak Papa's.

"True El, fortunately your friend's family wants to be invited to peace, if not, it could be in the case through the law!" connect Mama.

I who was sitting in the back seat of the car just silently watched my parents who threw each other a sense of regret for me.

Strangely it does not make me deterred, from the anger of my parents, I even like to be noticed. They willingly left their jobs for me. Actually because of my case.

Then many times I made a troublemaker at my new school, the edges I was expelled again. So it continued until I moved school seven times, and here was the eighth time. All that I did was for the sake of Mama and Papa's attention.

My parents asked the teachers to be more attentive to me, because of my abnormal behavior. This is not an elite school like before, an ordinary school that really educates its students into extraordinary people. That's how I observed it. Because in terms of students who are just the style of students, without wow facilities from their parents. And they here are mostly high-achieving students. Either from the academic or non-academic.

Awesome simplicity, that's what makes me feel a little at home here.