The Story of Sigma Men
27. 120 N
Susan was still in a sad state even though her tears stopped wetting her delicate and tender cheeks.
He's sitting in the back. Out of the five women in that class, only she sat the very back, almost at the very corner.
He was sitting right next to the girang. He landed his pointy chin on top of his right palm. Eyes withering. The gloomy facial expression did not diminish her charming beautiful hue, did not diminish the spirit of Girang to achieve her dream: to be close to Susan.
The atmosphere seemed tense after a fight between the Sharif Level Chairman and Zahid the Cold Student. Most of the men in the class looked depressed, disappointed that Susan had been eyeing a lot.
They were skeptical, except Sharif who had just desperately defended Susan, and also Girang who was being showered by fate luck.
Eager to feel like a dream, not believing that next to her sat a woman admired by twenty-eight men of one class, not to mention in other classes and faculties.
He was the most cheerful person at the time. His facial expression was flowery. Smile expands. It was as if he was eating wine fed by the heavenly angel.
His heart is comfortable, as comfortable as the night accompanied by the beautiful moon. The joy on his face spread to the tip of his foot. Didn't know what to start the conversation with.
He just looked. Every now and then she sniffed the fragrant scent emanating from Susan's clothes.
After the lecture hours were over, Sharif approached Zahid. “Hey you! I'm waiting in the back canteen!” syarif lantang said.
Zahid stood up from his seat.
“Try to see our class leader! Is he worthy of being said to be an authoritative leader with his attitude like this?” zahid shouted to all the students in the class.
“Don't do a lot of bacots! If you're a man, meet me in the cafeteria!”
Sharif walks out of class with Andre, his deputy. They walked quickly to the canteen.
They broke through the crowd. Sharif grew furious with Zahid who had humiliated him in front of students. He's riding a pitam.
Slowly but surely Susan's heart slightly put feelings towards Sharif. Susan often felt noticed during these few days of college.
Every time he came home from campus, Sharif always drove him home. So, Susan was worried about Sharif's excessive attitude, let alone having to fight with Zahid because of a small problem.
Ego Zahid peaked. His evil lust overcame his thinking power. He still wants to keep his pride. He bought a challenge from Sharif.
The veins are starting to tighten. His blood pressure's up. His face began to turn red. His muscles are ready to go the extra mile.
Girang held Zahid's shoulder hoping Zahid wanted to undo his intention to come to the cafeteria, canceling the already wet Sharif challenge.
“Already, Friend. Forget about that incident. Why are you fighting with that pretentious, leader-spirited, playboy-ass guy?”
“Soaring!” shout Zahid.
Zahid walked out of class. His sense is dead. He's walking speeding. His emotions actually reached *******. He remembered Sharif's challenge before leaving the classroom.
Arriving at the cafeteria, Zahid glanced at Sharif and Andre who were engrossed in smoking. From a distance they are planning a strategy.
Zahid thought. Will he really buy the challenge from Sharif? Will he fight because of the small problems he makes?
If he did that, it would certainly ruin the good name of the class, also this would be a big case.
Suddenly, a gasp emerged from behind Zahid. He's catching. He did not want Zahid to jotos with Sharif.
“Hei... Zahid! I hope you've given your intention. Free if you serve it!”
Zahid looked back. He saw a girang who cared deeply for him. Meanwhile, many students wara-wiri around the campus courtyard.
“What are you doing here for? Stupid fool!” yelled Zahid annoyed.
“Zahid, you'll be sorry. Keep it all right!”
Zahid did not care what Girang said. His emotions had already burned the tempest of his anger. He's really hot. He walked straight towards the canteen, right towards Sharif.
The canteen is quite crowded by students. Women and men are busy filling up calories, eating and drinking, enjoying stomach-willing dishes.
Adem ayem atmosphere, calm with a fan blowing. The chatter and chatter of campus children echoed a little in the cafeteria area.
Sharif stepped on his cigarette. Then he stood up, took off from his chair, and walked leisurely towards Zahid.
“ASSFUCK!!!” jerit Sharif.
Then, with both hands he pushed Zahid with a force much greater than Zahid's body mass, so that Zahid experienced acceleration.
Zahid bounced away with a distance of two meters. The time it took from fitting both hands Sharif pushed and the time Zahid landed on the floor was one second.
So, the distance is divided by the time to get the result of the speed, which is two meters divided by one second. Then the speed is two meters per second.
Its acceleration is directly proportional to the velocity divided by the unit of time. So, the acceleration is two meters per second squared so that it can be found how much force issued by Sharif so that Zahid bounced.
It is known that Zahid's body mass was sixty kilograms. So, sixty kilograms times the acceleration. So, the force given by Sharif in the form of a strong push so that Zahid bounced with a distance of two meters in one second is equal to ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY NEWTON!!!
The incident shocked the students in the cafeteria. Everyone, including the owner of the canteen, namely Bu Yani and Tiara–his daughter– became a little scared. The atmosphere in the canteen became tense!
Zahid stood up straight. He swept his clothes that were exposed to dust and dirt.
He drew closer to Sharif and immediately landed his fist right on Sharif's left cheek. This time the style uploaded was much larger.
The one-way momentum event resulted in a bruise on half of the face of Sharif. The impact event produces friction so that a distinctive tone of voice arises.
Three seconds after that momentum occurred, Syarif tried to retaliate. He clenched his right hand and pressed his fist towards Zahid's left cheek. The fist went into Zahid's sight. Every second that view was immediately responded by his brilliant brain.
Then it is transferred to the leader: the heart. The heart swiftly arranged everything. With Zahid's reflexes ducking.
Sharif punched the wind, so Zahid's ears only felt the wind. MISSED IT!
Zahid gave all his abilities. With his taijutsu he pushed Sharif's body. The impulse burns some of its calories, so an energy is formed: KINETIC ENERGY!
Sharif is accelerating. Suppose there is no table, of course his body will bounce with a distance of more than two meters.
And if that happens, then Zahid deserves to be said the winner, because he was only bounced with a distance of two meters just fitting driven by Sharif.
But alas, Syarif's body was hit by a table, his body felt a great pain.
BRRAAKKKK!!!
Meanwhile, Andre was petrified. He was just a spectator, not daring to do anything about it.
However, there are from the canteen visitors who want to intend to break up the fight, there are those who want to stop the quarrel of the students of one class.
“Woi! Stop fighting!” shouted one of the Civil Engineering Department students who could tell his identity from his clothing uniform.
The atmosphere of the cafeteria was getting more and more tense! Students make it an interesting show.
“Sep them!” yell at the others.
Suddenly someone was holding Zahid who was still insisting on beating Sharif.
“Already! Nevermind!”
“Let go of me!”
“Sep them apart! Hold that guy!” said a student in the cafeteria.
The canteen became crowded. Those outside the canteen headed straight to the center of the scene, curious about what had happened.
“What's up? What's up?” ask some of them.
Sharif was held by a student in the canteen. Andre was holding it too. Zahid was detained by two students. They were separated, Syarif remained in the canteen, and Zahid was invited to enter his class.
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