Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 58 - School Begins Again

“So Amel made a mistake by placing you in the back pavilion. That place should be for the male workers who stay here. Later let me ask Laras to move you to the guest room in the main house,” Broto said.

“No need sir, I like to stay back there,” replied Munding, “if I can also be allowed to use the orchard that is behind for my training.”

“OK, if you want,” replied Broto, “but whenever you want to move to the main house, just tell Laras or Ambar.”

The four of them were silent for a while before Broto finally broke the silence with a sigh, “Munding, I am really serious about my offer to take you into the military. You are not like other people. You have a gift that you should not waste.”

“You're a natural fighter. We're just gonna need a little effort to hone you in. And that's not to hone your fighting skills. Just a little extra knowledge about the ideological basis of our country and other general knowledge.”

“That's exactly what made me unable to join the military. The norms we believe in are different. For me, religion was a new country. For you, the country was a new religion. We are not in line,” replied Munding.

Broto took a deep breath, “you know me if one day you change your mind,” after being silent for a while, “oke, maybe I think enough for our first meeting. I hope you do your best in this task. Amel is my only daughter,” Broto said slowly.

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A young man dressed in a high school uniform is seen descending from a Toyota-issued mid-range MPV with a girl in the same uniform.

It has been a few months since the incident in Sukorejo, at that time, Munding was a new 1st class High School. And now Munding back to school, instead of repeating the 1st grade of High School again, Munding actually went up to the 2nd grade of High School. Class with Amel. Munding was rather astonished at how Ambar and his team could do that.

Although this is the first month since the new school year began, but Munding has been left out of his subjects during the 1st grade yesterday. But, for Munding who inherited the simple and simple nature of his father, he did not really care about the school and education system.

Munding's dream is to return to his rice fields and plant rice. Munding believes that the results will be sufficient to support Nurul and his future children. Fuck the school and all its subjects that can't be applied in the real world.

The sweet girl who came down with the young man who was a little strapping but looks like the village ran leaving the young man alone.

Munding, the young man with a geeky face and a slight scar on his left temple, could only shake his head.

Munding then walked towards the magnificent three-story school building. There were a lot of students running here and there. There are also those who are playing football, some are reading books in the front garden of their class.

And Munding smiled looking at him.

School life that he has not lived for many months. Munding thought drifted to Nurul, “my girl must now be wearing the gray” inner Munding uniform inwardly.

There was a longing that filled his chest when he remembered Nurul.

As a first step, Munding knew that he had to come to the teacher's room first. Munding is a transfer student, of course he can not casually follow Amel to his class right? Although Munding knows that Ambar will arrange Munding for a classmate with Amel.

Munding still uses the words ‘guru’ room to call the place where the Fathers and Mothers rest before and after teaching, but the teacher room owned by this High School is very other than the shadow of Munding.

Munding should not call it ‘guru’ space but ‘guru’ building. Because the teacher room Munding was looking for turned out to be a separate building that looks luxurious with glass walls surrounding it.

Munding walked into the front door and two security guards greeted him flat-faced and looked a little intimidating.

“Who are you looking for?” ask one of them with a tone that was made to seem heavy and authoritative.

“I am a new transfer student Sir, this is my first day of school,” replied Munding in a calm and flat tone, not looking the slightest trembling or trembling from his voice.

The two security officers looked rather shocked.

They've been working here for years. They know that usually the disciples will be divided into two types, the Smart and the Rich. And from the observation of their expert eyes, the boy in front of them should be the Clever One.

These two security people also know that there are problems with students here, make sure that they are not the Rich especially students labeled VIP, especially if they are not students labeled VIP, because no one will be able to save their job maybe even their lives.

Therefore, when they see Munding, they can immediately guess from the appearance and look of his face, Munding should include the Smart. And usually the Smart will immediately tremble in fear when bullied by the looks of the two of them.

This is the first time the two men met a student figure who falls in the category of Smart but has a mental above average. By itself, a sense of hesitation began to grow within their chests. Is he not a VIP?

One of the security tesebut look a little nervous when imagining that the young man with a plain look in front of him is a VIP student. Students are considered untouchable even by teachers.

“We must have notified your class before you entered here. What class are you?” tanya security who was yelling at Munding, this time in a much slower tone.

“2-J??” replied Munding with a tone that looks hesitant and just as if asking back.

The two security men were cursing loudly in their hearts. Cold sweat started flowing down their backs. It turns out that their guesses are correct. This boy with an innocent face turned out to be a student of class 2-J. Untouchable class's. VIPs.

Special classes that contain students with a very influential parent background. Some have a political background, police, military, or, the businessman even spread rumors that one of the students in class 2-J is the son of the leader of one of the famous Chinese mafia gangs in this city.

“Sorry that we were a little rough. I will take you to meet with the 2-J homeroom teacher,” said the security who asked him with a slightly vibrating voice.

Munding simply smiled and nodded his head in response. He did not include the harsh treatment in his heart at all. Munding once felt the pain of a knife thrust from his own brother into his stomach.

What was the meaning of the security clash earlier for him?