The Secret of the Geeky Girl
Chapter 3 Bad Treatments
Morning in a luxury mansion
"Hey, what are you doing? Why do you just sit back and not train my son?" snapped up the big man who was none other than Darold Archer the chairman of the mafia clan named Black Wolf.
"Sorry sir, the young master has not wanted to train since, we have persuaded him as much as we can, but the young master still does not want to get out of his room" said one of Calvin's martial arts coaches.
While in his room, Calvin, a 17-year-old teenager, was busy reading comics while lying on his soft mattress.
Tok tok tok tok
"Come in" said Calvin casually.
"Calvin! Daddy told you to train instead of lazing around like this" Darold growled at his only son.
"Sorry Daddy, Calvin is tired today, can you please if today's practice is closed first?" whining Calvin.
"No way, if you practice hard discipline, how can you be a leader!" cecar Darold, "now go to practice, or all your comic collections Daddy burn until he is not left" Darold continued.
"Yes Dad, Calvin's going to practice now." Calvin got up from his bed lazily and went out to meet his trainer.
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"Calvin practice diligently, you are my sole heir to leadership, if you are undisciplined and diligent in training, then you will not be able to face your enemies and competitors." Show Darold to Calvin who is currently practicing.
"Yes Dad, Calvin understands" said Calvin.
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This morning, Michel was doing his morning routine by practicing before leaving for school.
"Mom, why is every training, Michel is always told to carry weights in Michel's hands, back and legs?" ask Michel origin to distract him from the fatigue that began to approach him.
"Because by lifting weights, the muscle strength of your hands, back and legs can increase, and can also make your muscles feel fitter," explained Nola.
"But Ma, Michel has mastered the martial techniques that mama and papa taught, Michel is even a teenager, of course Michel's strength is getting stronger. So why do I have to practice like this again?" ask Michel again.
"Mastering technique alone is not enough without strength and muscle fitness, Michel. Even if you are a teenager, if your muscle strength is not trained, then your strength is only there, it will not increase. If you hit an opponent, but your own punch has no power, how are you going to knock out the opponent?" bright Nola
"Oh that's Ma" said Michel as he nodded.
"Try it, now you lift the weight with your hand." Michel followed Nola's instructions by lifting heavy weights.
"Well, hold it for 30 minutes well don't take it off" said Nola.
"Good Ma." Michel obeyed Nola's orders, though occasionally he wiped the increasingly fiery sweat out of his forehead, still trying to survive.
30 Minutes passed.
"Michel, now lower the load." Michel obeyed Nola's instructions.
"Well, now try moving your hand, and try swinging your punch at the punching bag." Nola directed Michel.
Michel began to move his hand, then he swung his punch at the punching bag.
Bugh
"How do you feel Michel?" ask Nola.
"Well, that's what she meant by mama, now you understand, right?" mama Nola and Michel asked.
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"Ma, Michel went to school first yeah,"
michel Saraya grabbed Nola's hand and kissed the back of her hand.
"Yes, be careful well Michel, always remember the message mama," exclaimed Nola as she waved at Michel who was getting away from her sight.
As usual at school, Michel received the same ill-treatment as in previous days. In fact, more and more of his schoolmates disliked Michel for his genius.
Of course, Michel would not pay attention to it all, because he knew, ignored or even served them, would only waste his time and energy for nothing.
As of right now, Michel is on duty cleaning toilets. While focusing on brushing the floor, through a puddle on the floor, he saw the reflection of Naya's shadow about to pour water on him.
Michel tried to be calm, he chose to pretend not to know first, but when Naya was about to pour water, he decided to, Michel extended his flexural leg back so that it hit Naya's leg and it managed to make Naya lose her balance standing on the slippery floor. As a result, the water that he wanted to pour into Michel actually turned to water himself as a result of a fall.
"Ahh si*l," cried Naya to see Michel who displayed her innocent face without turning her head towards him. However, as it passed Naya, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Now that the lesson hour is over, all the children scatter to go home to each other, not least Michel.
Leisurely, Michel set his foot down a rather narrow path leading to his house which was behind the village.
"Sister, it's him." Naya complained about what she had experienced earlier to her 18-year-old cousin's sister.
Michel's steps stopped immediately as he stood before him a man whose body was taller than his.
"Hey boy, how dare you make my beloved sister drenched! do I have to teach you a lesson to make you aware?" sumpul Bram, Naya's cousin.
"I never get Naya soaked, she's wet from her own actions" Michel said casually. Although Michel's body was smaller than Bram's, he was not at all afraid.
"Stay, he's wet because you made him fall" hardik Bram didn't want to lose.
Michel smiled obliquely at Bram's defense. "It is only fitting that Naya dares to bully me, apparently behind her there is an older brother who instead of reprimanding his mistake, but instead supports him, pity it.”
Bram had gawked at Michel's bold words before him, and he admitted that what Michel said was true, only that he did not want to swallow his saliva again.
"How dare you say that to me," Bram growled at Michel and was about to push him back, but Michel quickly dodged, causing Bram to almost fall.
Bram fixes his position back and is about to hit Michel, but once again Michel manages to dodge. Michel wanted to leave immediately, he felt he did not want to serve Bram, but Bram managed to catch his hand.
"Where are you going?" said Bram slightly raising his voice.
Without a word, Michel immediately kicked in between******n Bram out loud.
"Loof." Bram grimaced while holding his vitals.
Of course it was a good opportunity for Michel to leave immediately, he did not want anyone to see him fighting, as that would only add to his problems later on.
"Oh my God, how brave the boy is," Bram cried out in disgust at Michel's treatment of him.
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