The Great Teacher System
cowsheds
“You already know why Natasha Hovey and the others harassed Pauline?” allen Max.
“Yes, they don't realize his mistake and blame his friend. But calm down, Mr. Max, I've awakened them to self-introspection.”
“No one wants to be blamed. We are always looking for something to blame, right Mr. Binary?" allen Max said seriously.
“If you don't tell them about the mistake, they won't know which one is good and right,” Fabio said.
“Did you think Pauline wouldn't be bullied again after coming out of this school building? If you really need an objective value to fill your scorebook, then make sure you make a task that can not be cheated,” Allen Max said looking annoyed at Fabio, the person who caused him to be unable to take advantage of his rest to take a nap, and his money was robbed. “You created a new monster.”
“Monster?!”
Allen Max sighed, again I have to do social service without pay. His inner. He hurried away from the computer lab.
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In a valley not far from the rice fields, there was a pond with a water shower made of bamboo shells. It seems that the new water from the mountain slope spring will not run out.
Pauline Polaire, curled up in the cold under the edge of the road leading to the top of the cliff. The carved cliff walls resembled stairs with several bamboo shells as skeletons.
“You all right?” ask Zoe charlotte after finding Pauline. This is not the first time that bullying has occurred at the school where he works as an admin. Usually he never intervenes in the affairs of the students.
But this time he was forced to intervene because Allen Max asked for it, and threatened not to pay his debt.
Zoe covered Pauline's wet body with a blanket she was carrying. He thought bullying was common in his school environment, and it would end on its own without having to interfere more deeply.
“Can you walk alone?” ask Zoe.
Pauline nodded, and stood up.
Zoe helped him up and led him up the stairs. “I'll take you home,” he said.
Pauline restrained herself, and stopped walking. She shook her head. “Miss Charlotte, I wait for my shirt to dry only, here.”
Zoe looked at the overcast sky above their heads. “Hey, until tomorrow your clothes won't dry, do you want all night here?”
Pauline silently did not answer, and did not move. He remained with his stance will not go home before the clothes he wore dried.
This kid, why is he so stubborn? Zoe's mind is a little upset.
Zoe sighed and said, “please we go to my house, let's see if there are any clothes that suit you.”
Zoe again leads Pauline to continue their journey. This time Pauline said.
“Miss Charlotte, why are you here?” ask Pauline
“Teacher Max asked me to find you here,”
“Oh,”
“Pauline, what happened today is not your fault. You can forget it or remember it as a lesson,” Zoe started to get into Pauline's mind.
“Lesson?”
“People you trust can provide protection, make it harder for you. Means only one, not trusting anyone is better.”
Meanwhile…
Natasha Hovey and her six friends walk down the village's public road that connects to just about anywhere. Unlike a doraemon door, we have to travel long distances to get anywhere. On foot, of course. Because there are no public vehicles that always pass in Piedmone Village. A cross village bus to the terminal passes only every Monday and Thursday, at 7 am and 5 pm
“Pak teacher,” murmur them simultaneously.
Allen Max laughed at what he would do to the people involved in the robbery of his money.
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“Pak guru, we have finished unplugging the whole spinach!” exclaim Natasha Hovey while showing off the pile of spinach that she and her friends unplug and tie in such a way.
“True, we can already go home right?” other students' timpals.
“This is the wage of plucking spinach,” said Mike Spinaci, owner of the spinach field while giving a few cents of the coin to Allen Max.
Mike Spinaci who thought Allen Max was learning to know spinach with his students can only be silent to see Allen Max who exploits minors.
Allen Max stood up from his leisurely seat. “Come, go to the next lesson!”
“What? again?!” they try to refuse.
They can only be silent according to Allen Max whose name is famous as a bouncer teacher.
Allen Max took all seven of his students to the cowshed. Currently the cage is empty because the cows are being released to find their own food, considering the cows are already puberty. Some take to the streets to block people from passing by. The intention may be to find a new owner, as their irresponsible owners let them forage for themselves.
But because their language is difficult to understand, so no one knows the suffering they are going through.
“Pak teacher! We clean the cow's pitcher?!” peekit Natasha's.
“Ya, quickly finish! Before the day is really early afternoon,” said Allen Max who was eating ice mambo.
Natasha dropped the scope she was holding, “We don't want to!” in protest, he refused strongly.
“Really! We've peeled acorns, cracked candlenut, pulled spinach, and cleaned the cow's pitcher?!” bring another student.
“What lesson? Master just squeezes our energy,”
Allen Max calmly picked up the scope thrown by Natasha, and handed it back to the schoolgirl.
Natasha took back her scope in an annoyance that could not be hidden.
“Go out as soon as it is done, do not feel at home for long in the cow pen,” he said then while moving out of the cow pen.
“What is he human?” muttered Natasha stared at Allen's shadow in wonder, “How can she eat inside the cow pen?”
After thirty minutes Natasha and the other six students were inside the cow pen, the cage looked a little bit free from cow dung. They came out of the cowshed with the smell of dirt attached to the clothes they were wearing.
“Pak teacher, we're done!” natasha shouted to Allen Max who was sitting casually on a swing made of used tires hung on a mangosteen tree.
He was eating braids sauteed with lots of micin.
“Good work,” praise Allen Max while handing out a pack of micin stir-fry braids to all seven students, “you can go home,”
“Pak teacher cheated us? We're the ones who work, Mr. teacher who gets the pay. This is not fair. His name is romusa under the guise of learning.”
“No lesson, our presence smells of dirt,”
The seven schoolgirls began to whine and cry because they had been oppressed and squeezed in such a way by her teacher. “We will report Mr teacher,” their sobs.
