TRIGGERS
Chapter 2, Chapter 54. Truth (2)
Chanan walks into the lookout room, he lies when he says he wants to go to the toilet, he goes to find out something that bothers him about this tournament and what happened in North High School.
(Here looks lonely.)
Around the staff room was very quiet, there was no one to see. Then he walked towards the lookout room, when a turn in front of the room saw some people chatting, Chanan who saw it back and peeked out from the corner and hid behind the wall.
“Sorry when I use my strength, my body feels stung and it hurts so much that I can't use it.”
The coach from the western High School was talking to some men.
“Just you must have been acting strange during the last game.”
“What now still hurts ?”
“No, this is weird.”
“Nothing Champion 2 is also good, we should be careful.”
“It looks like someone is bothering you while using the power.”
“But this does not mean our plan will fail and come to a halt, so just calm down.”
(Plan, are they the ones behind all this cheating?)
Chanan attempted to peek at their faces in order to conduct a data search when he returned, but he did not realize under his feet there was a drink can and was kicked.
Teng, teng….
The can bounced a few times and the group of people noticed it.
“Who is it?”
They ran close to the source of the sound there was no one, there was only a drink can, they looked left and right.
(Acne...truly..truly..this is very serious.).
He hides in a closet where he keeps equipment for cleaning. It looks like a man is approaching the closet
(Danger, I have to do something.)
The man tries to open the closet, Chanan is already getting ready to run away if the door will open.
“Meow.. Meow..”
The sound of a cat coming from the closet where he was hiding.
“Ah turned out to be a cat, there might be a person who keeps that can up there and gets dropped by it.”
Everyone approached and saw the cat stretching.
“I think someone heard our conversation.”
“True I panicked earlier.”
“Then it is, let's go.”
They left and returned to the surveillance room.
(Thank you.)
After feeling safe Chanan came out and looked up at the closet.
He left and ran as hard as he could to leave that location and went to the Garden where his friends were.
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“Intan ?”
He was still frozen and not moving at all, as it let out a shocked expression, Imagra worried about him approaching her and patted her on the shoulder.
Intan finally regained his senses and held onto his friend's shoulder and gripped him firmly.
“LIE ?, PLEASE SAY IT'S A LIE.”
He shook his friend's body and the grip he made grew stronger.
“.….”
Kirana and Danti who saw it stopped and pulled it.
“Intan what you do stop it.”
“Are you okay, what happened ?”
Intan's eyes began to turn red, and dropped himself onto the floor.
“Hey diamond you're okay.”
Kirana worried about him and then held onto his body, her class sister's hands trembled not stopping.
The image of seeing it humped its body and crouched down.
“I'm sorry, I thought you already knew from Arin, I forgot that the only one who knew this was our class, and no one was forbidden to spread the word that Nia was dead.”
Kirana and Danti, who heard these words, looked at him.
“Nia, is he Arin's partner ?”
“Sang genius from SMP West ?”
The image nodded its head, the two people in front of him were surprised by the information they got suddenly, the two people knew very well who was meant because they had often faced Nia and were defeated easily.
Intan stood up from his place and immediately ran.
“Intan go where to stop.”
“Wait For Diamond.”
“Better we follow him, at times like this should not be left alone.”
The three people were worried about him and started following him from behind.
(It's a lie?, please it's a lie, there's no way Nia's dead and Arin's not telling me anything.)
Seen as she ran over in a hurry and bumped into some people blocking her path, she let out tears.
(Change Arin attitude, he became a Trigger and then stop playing Basketball, Please all this is lies or dreams.)
Intan ran to find Arin who was with Maria.
