The Era Of Footballer

Chapter 7 - One Week Part 2

Time seems to stop instantly. The surprised expression could not be hidden by the students in the classroom. Rigla's eyes glimpsed slightly widened when she heard the friend request from the student.

Rigla closed her eyes, stood up, and packed her luggage. "What's your name?"

The student was a little frightened when he heard Rigla ask him. "Fame-Fergie ... Fergie Hitzfield."

Rigla has finished packing her things. He carries his bag with a bag strap on his right shoulder. "You already know the risk of being friends with me, don't you?"

Fergie gulped, silent for a moment with a slightly frightened and hesitant face. However, he had already established his heart and belief. He sighed and replied with a face full of confidence, "Yes!"

Rigla smiled thinly. "Then, fine. My name is Rigla, Rigla Balasti. Nice to meet you, Fergie," he said, extending a hand.

Fergie smiled in relief and then shook Rigla's hand. "Wait a minute, I'll get my bag first." Fergie hurriedly made her way to her chair, took her bag excitedly, and ran after Rigla who was waiting for her.

As the two were about to exit the classroom, suddenly a student closed the door loudly. The bespectacled student with middle split hair, who was one of Rigla's classmates, put on an annoyed face. He stared hard at Fergie to make Fergie a little scared.

"You ... Are you stupid?" ask the student. "If you only need friends .. then the people in this class are your friends, or they could be your friends. You .... if you are friends with him .. then you will be the same fate as him!"

I don't know what the cause is, but the boy is clearly inciting Fergie not to be friends with Rigla. Rigla embraces Fergi and whispers something.

Seeing the two people in front of him whispering without inviting him, the child grew even more upset. "You! Football boy! Enough of you to be ostracized, shunned, oppressed! Don't ask other children to be the same as you!"

The words of the child have indirect support from the students in the class. Their faces seemed to be saying the belief that Fergie had been brainwashed by Rigla.

"Really! Don't let Fergi suffer with you!"

"Yes! If you want to die, die alone!"

Cheers for cheers were thrown at Rigla. Fergie who does not accept her new friend is denigrated, putting on a body. He stood straight facing his classmates, spreading his hands to the side.

"Shut up!" jerked Fergie face down and closed her eyes.

"There's a lot I want to say .." said Fergie, opening her eyes. " ... but it would all be in vain if I said it."

Rigla touched Fergie's head over and rubbed it. "Come on," said Rigla who then walked towards the classroom door.

The corner of Fergie's lips lifted, she confirmed the position of her bag, and walked after Rigla from behind.

Both passed the boy in glasses. The boy could only be silent when Rigla passed him. However, when Fergie was about to pass by, he whispered something.

"A weakling like you, it's not worth acting strong."

The speech made Fergie upset and moody. He even stopped his steps for a moment. However, he recalled Rigla's words and his decision. He straightened his body and confirmed the position of his bag, walking past the child with his face straight forward.

The door is closed from the outside.

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In front of the football club room, Fergie looks quite nervous. Rigla smiled casually as she said, "Calm down, it's still quiet inside. You don't have to be nervous about anything."

Fergie looked towards Rigla and smiled. He patted her cheeks and said, "Yosh .. alright!"

Seeing Fergie ready, Rigla opened the door.

When Rigla was about to open the door, Fergie's shadow was filled about the football room she saw on the internet. Starting from the dressing room of international football teams, sports rooms in western films, sports rooms in elite schools, to soccer rooms in the Inazuma Eleven anime.

What's ... what's this school football room like, huh?! inner Fergie with full of spirit.

. . .

Silent, frozen, sculpting. The dirty room before him completely destroyed his expedition, the expectations of a young man who was passionate about football.

"Hm ... Rigla ..." said Fergie with a stiff smile.

"I know," answered Rigla.

Fergie's stiff smile seemed to have been carved into her face. His outer body smiled stiffly while his soul cried out regretfully joining in.

What room is this?! Spider's nest! Thick dust! Even ... mushrooms?! Since when can the space of a health activity be se.... so rotten?!

Although inside he continued to scream in annoyance, but the outside of his body continued to try to calm down.

"It doesn't match your expectations, does it?" said Rigla without looking at Fergie.

Fergie who did not want to offend Rigla smiled stiffly and replied, "Mom-not so, Rigla ..."

Rigla enters the football room, Fergie sees Rigla unwell. He was afraid Rigla was offended by his attitude.

Fergie enters the football room slowly. His feet had stepped on the outer floor of the room, his head slowly but surely, starting to enter the football room. He looked up and side. Dirty, is a word that always comes out every time he looks at the corner of the room.

"From today on, this room is yours too, so .. you're free to do what you want to do with this room" Rigla said with a faint smile.

Hearing "permission" from Rigla, makes Fergie excited. Fergie left as fast as lightning, leaving Rigla in the room alone with a hint of confusion. However, he had already guessed about what Fergie would do.

Being in the room alone, made Rigla remember the times when he was still very happy playing football. The poster attached to the wall reminds him of himself first, when very ambitious to participate in the national competition. The dirty ball reminds him of the hard laithan he and his old friend.

While being nostalgic with a thin smile, the sound of the footsteps sounded by him.

"Oh, oh, oh .. look who we found here .." said Michel.

Rigla did not turn her head, her hands were still in her pants. Being ignored made Michel feel humiliated. His frustration he covered with a confident smile.

"What are you doing in this place, Rig ... Rig ... Rig .. ah, bad name again hard, hahaha!" michel said pretending to forget the name in front of him. Michel's horde laughed, more precisely at Rigla.

"Well, little lice like you do have to practice . although the end result is still the same, there is at least a little effort you can do. Maybe after training, who should have stared at the ground 100 times so only 99 times (?)" said Michel followed by his laughter and his horde.

Michel and his group left the room laughing out loud. In fact, some of Michel's gang pelted Rigla with empty bottles, drinking boxes that had been drunk, until a dirty ball was lying near the entrance.

From a distance, Fergie, who had been carrying cleaning equipment and even wearing a head covering and mask, saw Michel and his gang leave the football room. He trembled not daring to approach even though he could predict what was happening inside the football room.

After Michel and his gang are nowhere to be seen again, Fergie makes a hasty walk towards the football room. He was shocked at the back of Rigla's body.

"Oh, Fergie, yes .. sorry to add to your duties" said Rigla wagging her uniform. Fergie was speechless, only able to fall into shock with eyes glaring and mouth agape.

"I just remembered that Miss Dinda called me. I'll be right back, if there's anything, call me right away" said Rigla, who then put her shirt back on.

Rigla smiled faintly and held onto Fergie's upper head. "One more thing, don't tell anyone about what you just saw. Please, yeah." Then swiped slowly and left Fergie with her clothes and cleaning equipment.

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