Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 61 - Canteen

Throughout the lesson Amel continued to grumble to Munding. All this time he would always chat with Chloe, but now Munding was sitting next to him. Can't he talk about this village boy?

“Liat it later if you get home. Amel will tell Papa about this,” threatened Amel with a cynical and angry tone.

“Terus?” ask Munding.

“Yes maybe later Papa will take action with you,” Amel stop for a while, “maybe your salary will be cut or maybe you will get a suspension or other punishment.”

“I am not paid and I am not a soldier,” replied Munding flatly.

Amel knew what Munding meant. That means the threat of a pay cut did not work for him because Munding did not receive a salary at all. The threat of suspension and other military punishments also does not apply to Munding because he is not a soldier. Two threats that have always been used to suppress his bodyguard are now completely useless for Munding.

“What are you doing anyway? Can sit at another table,” said Amel.

“Please be patient,” said Munding, “do you think I want to do this? I just want to make sure you're safe until we get home. After that, I won't interfere in any of your affairs.”

Amel was finally able to only take a deep breath and bow down.

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During the first hour of rest, Amel stood up and Munding followed. Amel looked angry again. Don't you think this village boy will follow Amel wherever Amel goes? No!!!!!! Shouted Amel in heart.

“What are you doing now? You want to follow me to the cafeteria too?” amel asked half-screaming, which made all of his comrades turn their heads towards them.

Rey could not stand her patience anymore. He quickly pushed forward towards Amel's table from his seat in the back row.

When he got in front of Munding, Rey slammed her punch into Munding's face without warning at all. Munding looked still relaxed and as if unaware of the blow being swung by Rey.

But when the punch was only 20 cm away from Munding's face, Rey's fist suddenly came to a halt. Rey felt that her wrist was gripped by a giant tang that made her unable to move her hand no matter how hard she tried.

Rey looked towards his hand and she found Munding's hand gripping her wrist. Rey kept trying to move and even pulled back her hand but Munding's hand didn't move at all.

Rey is a young man who is diligent in exercising and has known the term workout and gym at a relatively young age.

So Rey's body isn't the body of a young man who grew up spending his time in front of the TV playing PS all day. Rey has confidence in her physical abilities.

But the reality that was happening in front of him now said another. This village boy in front of him seemed to have a muscle smaller than himself but how could his strength be so incredible? He can stop Rey's punch with his hand.

“Weak!! Never swing a blow as weak as this in front of me,” said Munding flatly while releasing the grip of his hand.

Cold sweat soaked Rey's back, her left hand holding onto her right wrist which was in pain from being squeezed by Munding earlier.

He had never felt his wrist being held as firmly as before. Not by a fellow High School boy like him. Rey bowed her body with a face filled with sweat for enduring the pain.

“Rey,” call Amel after seeing the incident just now, her voice filled with a worried tone.

Rey did not return Amel's call at all or even just to raise her head. He was so embarrassed by the incident just now. He even lost without Munding making an attack.

‘Weak!!’ munding's words were ringing in Rey's head and made her feel worse.

Amel who looks very worried about Rey's state for a moment then turned his body and he shouted towards Munding, “why did you hurt him?”

Munding shrugged his shoulders, “I didn't know he was that weak.”

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A student sat alone in the cafeteria and was enjoying his lunch. He seemed not to pay much attention to the atmosphere around him.

Suddenly, three guys shifted the chair in front of the student and immediately sat in front of him. The student, who was enjoying his lunch, raised his face and found three unfamiliar faces watching him as well.

The guy who sat in the middle of the three people who had just come had extended his hand forward and invited Munding to get acquainted, “my name Nur. Read more Nur Qosim.”

Munding smiled and shook the guy's hand earlier, “Munding.”

“We heard about this morning in your class. Class 2-J,” says Nur.

Munding was silent and listening. The only reason he had allowed Nur and his two friends to sit here was simply because he felt that the three of them did not show any sign of hostility towards him at all.

“This is your first day at this school, so you may not be so familiar with the conditions here,” Nur said opening the story.

“I tried to tell you because I felt that you shouldn't have entered J class. You are better suited to class A or B, just like us,” Nur paused for a moment and glanced at Munding, as if asking if Munding still wanted to listen to Nur's next story.

Munding smiled and nodded his head, signaling for Nur to continue his story.

“In this school, each class is divided into 10 classes, never more and never less. With one class containing 40 children, except for class J, your class number is never certain.”

“Class A and B are used for high-achieving students, say The Smart. While instead classes H and I are used for financially able students, we call it Si Kaya.”

“Class C to G is used to mix between the Smart who is not too smart and the Rich who are not too rich. Each semester, outstanding students compete to be the best in order to get into classes A and B. For the Rich, they can't do anything to replace their class.”

“While your class, a unique class, class J is a monster class. The teachers and students here call it VIP class. Students in class J never change from grade 1 to grade 3. The content does not only have to be rich, but one thing is certain, must have an influence.”

“You shouldn't go to class J either, you get the inheritance from your dead parents and are now orphans. Munding, you are rich, but you have no influence. You should have entered class H or I.”

“Until an accident occurs when you forcefully sit next to Amel. It was only then that all the students in this school realized that you must have a special relationship with the Amel family. That's where everyone understands why you're in J.” class

“But your words during the introduction this morning really made the whole school in an uproar. A 2-J student recorded it and passed it on to other students. You don't realize that everyone in this cafeteria is watching you from earlier?”

Munding glanced around him at a glance and indeed found many students and schoolgirls who had just glanced at him quickly throwing their faces and getting busy with his activities. Munding just smiled. He doesn't care about that.

“Almost all the students in this school know you now. Munding si ‘bocah crazy’. If for the call ‘bokah crazy’, it's all because of your homeroom teacher, Miss Santi. He told everyone that before entering this school, you had been traumatized and had a mental disorder and underwent treatment.”

Munding smile. From the beginning he did feel that something was wrong with his homeroom teacher. By notifying him of his wealth, by telling him the background of ‘treatment of his madness’, what does his homeroom teacher want to achieve?

But suddenly there was one question that intrigued Munding from this morning.

“There was one student who wore a long-sleeved uniform and his person was wearing glasses. Who is he?” ask Munding.

Nur's face and the two comrades sitting next to him turned deathly pale and slightly frightened. Nur who was previously full of confidence also looked a little doubtful.

“Mmmm, you should avoid him at all costs. There's no good ending when you get in touch with him. He's the number one antagonist in this school. Even teachers no one dared to fight him,” Nur replied.

“I just need his identity,” said Munding Short.