Pocket Watch Games

Chapters 11. Fate Damn

One night just passed. I lay in bed. It's a day I have to go through once again. I hope all this is just a dream. I want this dream because it doesn't feel real at all.

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Tap tap tap

Ren walked down the hallway of the classroom. She wears fake hair and contact lenses as usual. The difference is now that people see it and talk to each other while looking at him. As he looked back, they turned their eyes elsewhere.

Bullying at school should have been strictly prohibited. In modern times bullying should no longer exist so that happened to Ren was a big surprise at this school.

Where a student is drenched in front of the class. The student was blonde. One would think she dyed her hair because in this place it is very rare for blondes other than foreign tourists.

"..." - ".Ren just silently walked straight to his class. When he came in, all eyes were on him. It was uncomfortable that he felt.

Ren walked to his stool. Today was the second time he had managed to sit in the classroom seat. Sighing in relief, Ren stared at his cellphone. He looked at the phone with a frown.

One thing that really surprised the two was his pocket watch. Wherever he kept it, the clock went back into his pocket.

"Ren, yesterday...." A woman who shouted at the door as Ren arrived appeared in the air came to the table where Ren was sitting.

"baby? What do you mean?" Answer Ren. He knows but he doesn't want to answer. It would be much more rumut if he spoke now before meeting a homeroom teacher or BK teacher.

"N-not so..." Wanuta turned around and went back to his stool. By the way he hasn't even chatted with all the students in the class.

Kriyingg

The bell in rang loudly. A woman walks into class. The new teacher will now introduce himself.

"Is there a student named Ren Andreas?"

The teacher who was supposed to introduce himself, in the end that sentence was the first one he said. Ren shakes his hand.

"I." He answered the teacher's question short.

"You're called to the teacher's room."

Ren just slowly rushed from the bench directly to go outside the classroom to the teacher's room.

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In the teacher's room. The teacher, who was calling him at the time, sat behind the desk waiting for him. Ren doesn't know what his name is but Ren knows he's his homeroom teacher.

"Ren, you better explain that." Speak coldly to the teacher without introducing yourself.

Ren saw her bend next to the halis. That's what he meant was definitely the incident but how he explained it was a bit difficult.

Ren stood beside the table. He looked into the teacher's eyes before sighing. To be honest he was not afraid because he was not wrong, even though he was expelled at school his parents did not even care added now he did not know the teacher in front of him. There was no reason for him to be afraid.

"To which I came... Difficult explain. Believe it or not, I almost died 3 times. If the teacher is superstitious, maybe you can call it bad luck." Ren replied trying to be confident.

Over night Ren thought hard something related to the things that appear arrived at empty air logically but from everything he thought only appeared a kind of teleportation or crack the dimensions of things like that.

Anyone would think it was just a good imagination or deduction. Just thinking about it made Ren ashamed half to death.

The teacher frowned. It's a face that says "this isn't the answer I want"

"Then your hair?" Ask the teacher.

Ren took a deep breath. He didn't mean to hide anything. A few seconds passed, Ren pulled his wig. The yellowish blonde hair fell behind her black fake hair.

He also took off his new lens which was also black and stored it in a special container that he was carrying.

"This first hair color is real. My father was a stranger. My eye color is also real. Schools prohibit contact lenses, right? I'll take that punishment. My name is Ren Andreas but my full name is Holland Ren Van Andreas. If the teacher wants to call my parents, he's not home." Ren said frankly.

After a few moments of talking, Ren picked up a card he hadn't picked up, then went to the WC to reassemble it.

The bell has sounded. Not many people walk in the hallway. One or two people may be teachers. Ren goes into the bathroom reassembling her. After she finished she came out and continued walking to her class.

The teacher is explaining the lesson. Door on tap 3 times. When Ren entered the teacher, he stopped and said "sit back on your bench."

Ren nodded. He sits in a chair. It was fortunate that his other disciples ignored him and continued to do their activities. Whether it's playing a pen, mutilating an eraser, or a doodle on paper.

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The footsteps came closer to the bench where Ren was sitting. It's time for rest. The one who came was the class president who was a straight long-haired woman.

"Ren, you better explain yesterday so that no one misunderstands. If you don't want to tell me directly in front of the class, let me just talk." He said once again this person had not introduced himself while he had a double know what his name was.

"I was just unlucky. The chairman of the supernatural club might be able to explain what happened??" Ren raised both his shoulders.

"Your hair?"

"My hair? The homeroom teacher will explain." I said with a smile and a short "okay" answer"

He turned back to his stool. The important thing is I already know the guy's the class president.

Ren checked his cell phone. PWG applications see reduced time duration over time. There are only a few hours left before the next mission.

Estimates of the mission begin around night. Ren smiled at her. He wants to throw his phone out the window right now.

What the next mission on the list just says survive. And in the title of this mission is 'Kabur'. If this is the stamina should be good.

The things he had to bring were definitely water. Water is most important when escaping. The duration is unknown. He should anticipate if his duration is more than 1-2 hours.

This cursed game forces its players to survive in life-threatening situations. Goodbye quiet life because the countdown will terrorize you every day.

"Well..." Ren laughed creepily. The disciple disciple who heard Ren's laughing voice only looked at him with a strange expression.

The pen in Ren's hand made a hole in his book to penetrate 4 sheets of paper.

Now they're all thinking 'don't make him angry'