Legend of the Dragon Indosiar

class is empty again

Point of view.

Three days after Satella had a falling out with the young instructor who had just first taught in this extra class. The instructor introduced himself for the first time. What Satella does is sit sweetly and look ahead. Reluctantly staring at the instructor who to her sucks, Satella is more focused on staring at her blackboard.

POV end'S...

"Finally the handsome one taught back." Emili Gumam.

Satella hissed annoyed.

Sound of a table knock..

"How are you all, I will teach this class." Instructor opens the material class.

Satella is not the least bit looking for trouble, but the male students are the problem makers this time.

"So the teacher is easily offended." Criticism student guy.

"You want to be a teacher, don't be a temperament." Students also took turns criticizing.

At first glance a thin smile was present in Satella's lips. Just satisfied for a moment before turning into sympathy.

"It's rich to be out of class." Syndir another male student.

"You've had enough!" Then the girls defend.

Some female students offered a defense. Emili stood up to give her argument.

"You guys please appreciate the teacher dong!" Emili protests all male students who criticize.

Satella looked disgusted at what Emili was doing. Satella sizzles while biting Emili who is too fanatical like other girls.

"Eh bucin girl, quickly sit the bottom of the bucin!" Omel Satella's.

Emili slightly flinched, then glared emotionally at Satella.

Satella did not let Emili act like that to her. Satella uses her hypnotic affinity to suggest to her.

"Look at me, you dare!" Satella glared at Emili.

"Shut up!" How bucolic Emili had made him dare to oppose Satella.

Emili stared intently at Satella until she was affected by Satella's hypnosis.

Hypnosis is embedded into Emili's realm of perception.

Satella performs slap gestures to Emili without hitting her at all. In Emili's perception, her cheek hit Satella's slap. Emili felt pain on her cheeks until her tears came out. The pain is illusory but the pain is not restrained until Emili is. Satella's illusory power gives a poignant feeling on Emili's cheek so that her guts are shrunk. The pain felt Emili equivalent slapped a burly man for seven times.

"Silver." Emili's complaining holding her cheek, tears welling up.

"Sit says!" Satella angrily glared at Emili.

"Yes." Yeah." Emili is very submissive with a squeaky eye highlight.

Emili sits sweet.

As if the lack of experience in teaching, young instructors are only able to remain silent with feelings of distress.

One after another blasphemy was given to the male students in the class. While the female student continued to defend the young instructor. This made Satella's wisdom scream to mediate.

"ALL QUIET!" Firmly Satella, a tone of screams sounded.

The noise is not over yet.

"Everything is silent, or the class will be filled with snow!" Threat Satella.

Satella gives advice to the whole class.

"I told you I'd make the class snow!"

Hypnosis given..

"You see the snow is falling!"

Everyone in the class is affected by the illusion magic given by Satella. Everyone saw the snow falling in this class. In Satella's perspective, there was no snow. It's just an illusionary magic that affects the senses of anyone but Satella.

"SHIT UP, KIDS!" Satella gave a gesture as if she was a magic teacher.

"What the fuck!" Protests of one large male student.

"I'm angry! I'm freezing the door, yeah." Satella gave me another suggestion.

In everyone's vision, the door froze. The door didn't freeze, it was Satella's illusion magic.

Feeling threatened, several male students beat the student just now for daring to defy Satella's authority. Finally the student was knocked, after which no one dared to oppose Satella.

"Okay, I like obedient kids." Satella pitched a little mocking to friends.

"Listen to me!" Pinta Satella's.

"This is where I want to take classes in an orderly manner. Please help me get through this class smoothly." Satella.

"Yes buk, I mean well Stella." Said the male student, he was a little misbehaved due to fear.

Fear was already engraved on the hearts of the students in this class. Satella very easily threatens all with the threat of freezing.

"Frozen it doesn't taste good." Satella giggled, feeling a sensation of satisfaction from bullying.

"Because you are obedient then I will remove the snow." Satella.

The salary is lost from the perspective of the students. The illusion was canceled by Satella, a rumble of relief echoed in this class. The instructor smiled slightly at Satella's help, so she felt bad for looking at Satella badly.

"I'm impressed." Whisper instructor.

Butter elves Satella twitched unintentionally catching the whispering voice of the young instructor earlier.

Satella grinned with a hint of pride.

"Could start his class!" Satella.

The instructor was still stunned by Satella's actions. Seeing that made Satella give sarcasm to his words.

"Did the material begin?" Satella is sarcastic.

"You don't seem to be in the mood to run this class?" Satella turned back the words she had received before.

Because the instructor was still silent as if frozen, Satella cleared her throat.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

"I don't want to say I didn't pay attention when the teacher was talking! But his teacher didn't even speak." Satella continued to throw sarcastic words.

Until now the class atmosphere has been quiet.

The young instructor did not feel humiliated by anyone, this time feeling ashamed at the self-worth contained in him.

"I'm sorry I'm not feeling well." The young instructor left his class.

Again Satella gave a sarcastic tone.

"Don't go hey wait, where did the responsibility go!"

Satella took a heavy breath.

"It turns out Violetta was right, the same incident will happen once again." Satella closed her eyes it formed an inexhaustible mimic.

Skips...

Satella walks down the hall feeling guilty. Obviously he gave a defense to the amateur speaker, but failed to get a normal flow.

The previous empty hour he went towards the space of need. On this occasion Satella went to the school cafeteria. But before Satella reached her destination, she discovered something.

"Eh, that!" Satella was surprised, while showing her cute dumb face.

What Satella saw was the figure of the young instructor who had been on strike teaching it. Satella saw him sitting in the suburban chair of the school hallway. The hallway before the turn towards the school cafeteria.

Satella smiled faintly as if she was holding back a funny feeling. For him quite funny to see a male figure who generally has strength, but even looks weaker than women.

His thin smile overflowed into an unstoppable little laugh but it was still minimal sound. He covered his lips with his fingertips and whispered to himself.

"Bucin rich Emili is also a girl in class to see people just from the cover only. See how many pecund*ng your idols the girls." Whisper Satella on herself, chuckling.

Actually Satella is disgusted to see men easily depressed just because of small things. On the other hand Satella felt sympathy for the figure.

Satella was content to laugh in her heart, now stepped up.

Satella approaches..

"Why did you go on a teaching strike in my class?" Satella.

The instructor was shocked to learn that someone was talking to him.

"You!" The young instructor was surprised.

"I'm actually glad you broke down." Said Satella who carved a smile filled with her sense of captive laughter.

"WHAT!" The instructor was upset.

"Eventually you classmate feel boredom, due to the extra hours of the third semester." Satella.

"so." Reply, flat.

"Your name, tell me your name!" Pinta Satella's.

"My name?" The young instructor was still upset with Satella.

"You've had two meetings but you haven't told me your name yet." Satella.

"Two times you said meeting?" The instructor focused on Satella.

"Not once did I have a successful meeting." The young instructor, as he shook his head.

"Sorry." Satella.

"You give up easily, just so but you ran away from class." Comment Satella.

"....." The young instructor just stared without a word.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you sir or anything like that, because I know we're just a little bit adrift." Satella.

"Hey, hurry up what's your name!" Tagged Satella, with gestur gregetan.

"My name is Ernest."

The instructor had introduced himself as Ernest.

"Okay, Mr. Ernest." Canda Satella while giggling.

After the laugh was over Satella also pulled her joke.

"I mean, hello to Ernest." Satella with friendly gestures.

"Together." Short Ernest.

"Sat.. Tella.. sat... what?" Ernest had a hard time spelling his name Satella.

"It's hard to spell my name?" Satella muttered, with an irritated look.

"That's the name my mother gave me, messing with it then I became upset!" Satella Protests.

Satella.

"Satella!"

"I'm also called Stella."

"If it's not wrong Stella is the name of the constellation." Ernest.

"Fright." Satella Sahut.

"EXCEPT YES!" Omel Satella who gave a look of anger.

"Why angry?" Ask Ernest.

"I finished thinking about you just now, but you went on a teaching strike. Your strike behavior just made me feel underappreciated!" Satella nagging.

"Then I'm sorry." Ernest said, flatly.

"Then let's get back to class!" Pinta Satella's.

"I'll fill the class again at the next meeting." Ernest.

"Bodo is Ernest!" Satella gave an irritated tone.

For a moment Satella swung her lips, folding her hands while turning her back to Ernest's position.

"Why strike?" Satella asked, he's getting grumpy.

"I feel like I can't do anything." Answer Ernest.

"Excuse me?" Satella's confused.

"Why?" Satella raised her hand, waiting for an explanation.

"Actually I can predict that I will fail in carrying out this teaching task." Ernest.

"Why Ernest, are you a fortune teller?" Satella asked, closing one eye.

"I'm not a fortune teller." The answer.

"Ah. I know!" Satella.

"...." - ".Ernest.

"You're lacking confidence." Satella guessing.

"Maybe." Ernest's voice, flat.

"When the girls from my class said, they said you were good-looking Ernest." Satella said, with a cute typical buzzing mimic from her.

"so." Ernest's face flushed.

"The man has a red face, lest he be disoriented again." Satella quipped in a soft whispering tone.

"Please give me a chance until the next meeting." Ernest spoke quickly.

"I don't really feel ready, either now or yesterday I'm not ready." Ernest.

"Oh so that's the problem." Murmured Satella.

"But the next meeting you don't strike again, later I can blame the girl one class loh." Satella gave her support.

"Let's go!" Satella.

The relationship between Satella and Ernest's instructor improved.

~connect~