The Love Story of Snow and the Pole

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The Pole snorted to see a girl who was dealing with a teacher at her school in the parking lot. The Pole paused for a while just wanting to listen to what else she would be punished with, so that the Pole could mock her later.

"You are the Snow Woman. When you were racing on the streets of kayak earlier, even you almost hit my bike. You should be aware, you are a student, not a racer" said Pak Ibnu, a BK teacher at Persada High School.

"Well, what else, sir. Although I am not a racer, still I am the son of Papa Lorenzo and the pound of Om Rossi" said the girl casually. Mr. Ibnu memijit pelipisnya slowly "Astagfirullah, how can there be students as thick as you this" he said in no way thought. Snow asked in his heart, what person he said was right. His father was Lorenzo, and his Om was also named Rossi, so what's wrong?

Snow put on a plain face "Snow confused too Sir, why can" he replied again. Mr. Ibnu shook his head slowly "already, now you run around the field five rounds. I'm dizzy with this model student of yours"

The Pole hurriedly stepped out of her legs, before the girl realized that the Pole was eavesdropping on her conversation with Mr. Ibn. "Cinting!" muttered.

Just a few steps away, the body of the Pole staggered forward because it was hit by someone. He closed his eyes slowly trying to control his emotions, he knew who it was. Fortunately he was strong, so the Pole did not fall because it was hit by an Elephant Rat.

He opened his eyes slowly, finding Snow who was already laughing at the demon for successfully upsetting his enemy this early. Afraid that the Pole would retaliate, he ran with a laugh, occasionally looking back while sticking his tongue out at the Pole who was still faithfully staring at him sharply back there.

The Pole shook his head at the girl's ignorance. Just wait for the retribution.

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Snow entered the classroom with sweat flooding his body. His shirt was shabby, and his hair was a mess. Ibnu liked to make him tired almost every day.

His eyes were suddenly fixed on a bottle of mineral water located on his desk. He believes, the two friends of his camp who prepared. With an expanding smile he grabbed the bottle into his hand "You bought Race?" ask him to Rasti, one of his best friends and his best friend. Rasti had not been able to answer, he had drunk the water that somehow since when he had opened the cover.

"WHO PUT THIS WATER HERE!" his screams shocked the entire class.

He looked at Rasti sharply "Who is Race?" ask her once again, this time in a slightly quiet voice. Fortunately, the water was not immediately swallowed, so he did not need to run around to vomit his stomach this early.

Rasti grimaced. "don't know. I was the same Rika went to the toilet, when we went home there was water. Is that Rik?!" he replied while asking for approval on Rika who was already facing them. Rika nodded in allowing.

"Why not say?!" ask Snow with anxiety.

Rasti snorted "how will you answer, your men have drunk first before my mouth is open"

"What's wrong, Sal?" ask Rika curious.

"The water feels so strange to know. A mixture of salty assem, serem does not taste?" he answered while glancing at the bottle he had placed on the table. Both of his friends were grimacing.

Without them noticing, the Pole was already smiling triumphantly inwardly. His face was still flat, but in his heart he partied because he could avenge Snow's actions.

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