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6. Value Improvement

Fionns

"What's? Seriously lo?

"Hm."

"Wow. The amazing! I agree."

Three guys who have been members of my circle since we were first grade of First High School also reacted at the same time. Aldi put on a look of surprise. Didn't think I had the desire to be the head of OSIS. Hamish, you know. He was actually also surprised, but immediately chose to agree to my opinion without thinking more.

For the pitiful and dispassionate one, the number one principle is to agree first. Assessing the good and bad effects caused by what he agrees can be done later.

Shxt. I still wonder why I can be friends with this kind of guy. Hadeuhwas.

And Hamish, this Dipshxt guy just muttered like he knew what I was going to do.

In response to their reaction, I shrugged my shoulders, right shoulder on top of which was draped in a backpack strap. "So what? It could be fun" I said with both hands in my pants pocket.

"Yeah, fun. Yeay!"

Fxcking. I tried my hardest not to ignore this Hamish behavior or he could end up with a cracked jaw because I was no longer eager to silence his useless mouth.

Damnit. It's only the second day of school and I've had a dark thought towards my own friend.

I cleared my throat, trying to shift my focus away from what my head wanted. I also purposely changed my standing position a little so that my eye sight no longer caught many parts of that hipster guy.

My new position makes Mario the main object of vision. Hm. Another interesting block. Why is he just mumbling like that?

As if I could read my mind, the man in black and cut his hair flapping also gave, "Udah I guess. You must be interested in this competition."

"But, this is, right, not a competition, man. This is just the selection of the new OSIS chairman for our school. Ordinary times. Also every year. What competition? Yeah, right, Di? Yeah, right, Yon?" Hamish refutes Mario's words.

Fxck. I'm really sick of her stupidity. Why can I survive all this time befriending him, I have no idea. And why I started to notice their attitudes one by one in more detail, I don't have any clue either. Clearly, this is how I feel now. So they have to deal with it.

And it really drives me mad when that Pathetic Dipshxt guy calls me "Yon". He thinks he's the one who wants to change people's names. Yan, Yon, Yan, Yon. My name is Oyon?

Fxck.

"Shut the fxck up, H." I growled.

The big-mouthed man immediately glued his lips.

"Chill, man. No need to be that harsh."

****

Whatever the name, it's a competition. And I live to win everything I want.

I am the Fionn Akari Haas. I was born to be a winner.

After parting with the figure that I had always considered as a friend, even as a friend, I went straight to the office of the vice principal of student affairs. There was still about ten minutes left before the first bell rang.

"Hey, Dear," said Bu Alifa, the staff at the office of the vice principal of the school of student affairs. "Can anyone help?"

The middle-aged woman who now stands behind the counter is always the most friendly in welcoming the arrival of guests who enter this office. "Hi, Miss Alifa." I greeted back lightly. "I want to ask you about the registration of the OSIS chairman."

His shining eyes narrowed by the smile that was on his lips. "Oh, can, can. Please."

"I wonder if there's a way to earn extra points that would raise my average value, Mom? You see, I would love to sign up, but my grades are less than the requirements." I used my thumb and index finger to demonstrate the little words I was wearing just now.

Ms. Alifa chuckled. He then pushed the sagging glasses on his small nose upwards. "OKAY. Let's see first, yeah." There was the sound of a computer keyboard keyboard being squeezed. The mouse click also followed. "Note the full name and parent number of the student."

I according. I told the figure who could easily be my grandmother that the row of numbers I had memorized was out of my head. The sound of the electronic device was heard again.

"Hm." Ms. Alifa muttered and nodded. "It looks like you only had to see your math teacher last year. Because only he gave a small note to each student in his class. Here it says please contact if you want a value fix."

The woman looked up, looked me back in the eye after focusing on the screen below the counter. "That's all. Please contact Mr. Mulyono immediately."

The sentence is cut off by the sound of a bell that becomes yanda that all students must immediately enter the study room because teaching and learning activities will begin in ten minutes.

"No need to worry. Mr. Mulyono is a good teacher. He will not trouble the students. By the way, it's time to go to class. Happy learning. And good luck with your candidacy as OSIS chairman!"

"Thank you very much, Miss Alifa." I made that sentence a farewell and turned around.

Very well, then. As Ms. Alifa said earlier, I just have to see Mr. Mulyono, ask for repair duties, and.

I really hope the reality will be that simple. However, mathematics is not something I have mastered easily since.

Damn it, Fionn. Don't make that an excuse. Lo should be able to. Lo can definitely. After fixing the value, going forward will be even easier. Because you already have it all except for the grade.

Anyway, I should be able to run as chairman of OSIS. I have to win this election. Let Arnold and that fucking Monalisa Haas know that I can be somebody too. If I could be a leader, too. If I also deserve to sit at the highest place in this school environment.

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