The Great Teacher System

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That night, the school building that stood firm during the day still looks sturdy.

There is no other illumination other than the full moon which actually does not have a great influence as a source of illumination.

He is the moon that receives light from the sun, and reflects it only slightly to the earth.

The school has no night watchmen. The school does not need to be guarded, because it can take care of itself.

Air flow into the building through windows that are left open, and air vents.

Calm, and silent. If a coin were to fall, his voice might echo throughout the building.

In the darkness of the night, there was an empty class that seemed to have activity.

Four teenagers were playing in it by befriending a candlelight.

They sit around a rectangular board that reads alphabets from letters A to z, numbers 1 to 0, words yes and no, goodbye, images of the moon and sun.

His fourth index finger was piled on a triangular piece of wood that had a hole in the middle.

They rolled the small piece of wood around a large board until one of them wearing a white T-shirt said, "are you there?"

A moment later the small triangular wood moved guiding their fingers towards the word 'Yes'.

The four teenagers smiled at the word inside the small wooden howl they touched.

"You're the moon or the sun?" ask the teenager who is wearing a white t-shirt.

The triangular wood again led their four fingers to the moon, several times, and made the four panic a little.

The teenager wearing the white shirt said, "good bye."

The four sat back in concentration trying to continue their play, concentrating on twirling the small wooden piece on the board until the small wood moved itself to guide their fingers.

"Are you here?"

A moment later the small triangular wood moved guiding their fingers towards the word 'Yes'.

"What's your name?"

A moment later the triangular little wood moved, leading their fingers to move letter by letter until it became the word 'Udin,"

"Udin, do you know all the students of class 2-C?"

The small triangular wood moved leading their fingers towards the letter 'No'.

"He doesn't know, look for another ghost" whispered the teenager who wore a blue t-shirt.

The teenager wearing a white T-shirt, Shopia Lorentz, looked towards her other two friends. And both nodded.

Getting an agreement from everyone, Shopia decides to chase away the ghost they believe is playing with the small wood they touch.

"Goodbye Udin,"

The four again tried to summon other ghosts again, until they got a ghost that fit the criteria they were looking for.

Is a good ghost, friendly, not too old, not too young, and knows all students of class 2-C.

Shopia Lorentz and her three friends accidentally come to night school to get answers to the mystery of missing cash in their class.

Mareka is not really curious about the mystery. They were more curious to try the toy board that Shopia had just bought. He bought it online.