❝ 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝! ❞
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"Hello?"

"Hello~" (name) sings happily. "Have you arrived yet?"

"Yes, I have." The voice pauses. "A few hours ago, actually."

The girl hums, "That's good. Where are you now?"

"Well..." (name) raises an eyebrow at the hesitation in his voice. "I just got out of the police station..."

"...Alen, what were you doing there?"

"I helped the cops interrogate the students that caused chaos at a cafe," he explains. "They refused to spill the reason, and I happened to pass by when a student attempted to escape."

"You used your ability?" (Name) frowns, a hint of disapproval in her tone.

"Yes. His mind was a bit of a mess since he was brought to the police station, so it's easier to just use my ability. But none of them seem to notice it." (Name) sighs, running a hand through her hair. "...sorry, senior."

She shakes her head, despite knowing that he can't see her. "It's okay. Good job, Alen." She praises him, and she earns a small thanks from him.

"Anyways, the principal said that you can take a few days of rest if you want. You're still recovering, right? How's your wound?"

"I'm fine, senior. I can start going to school tomorrow." The girl sighs and shakes her head, a soft smile on her face. "You're quite persistent, aren't you?" She chuckles.

"For someone who survived a stab wound... you sure have a high spirit."

"...it's for the best, senior."

Her smile softens at his words.

"Alen," she mutters gently. "It's not your fault."

"..."

"It's not your fault, okay?" She repeats again. "We'll find Fidelya, no matter what. So be easy on yourself," she finishes.

It's hard even for her to mention the missing girl's name, especially to Alen. He has done everything to ensure her happiness, and yet she was taken away just like that.

She promises them to help them find her. And she will.

"...Yes. Thank you, senior."

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The next day...

"As long as there is even one student who wants to study, we teachers... will never give up on this school."

Miss Lee Hankyeong finishes her speech, just as the principal shoves her away from the microphone. "That's enough! End the meeting now!"

"Wait, Mr. Principal," the teaching director stops him. "Since everyone is here, we should use this time to properly introduce our new transfer students to them."

Murmurs and whispers spread among the students.

"New transfer students? There are more?"

"I thought it was only that redhead chick."

"We have transfer students? In Yuseong?"

"Ahem," the principal clears his throat. "Right. The other one just arrived, after all," he mutters, regaining his composure. "Then, we shall invite our new students from Indonesia on the stage."

As on cue, two students walk up the stage. One of them, is the familiar red haired female that has become the talk among the students for three days. In front of her, the male, has silver hair in a shade of blue, his striking crimson eyes eyeing the students in the hall. Both of them have a smile on their faces.

"They're Asians? That guy too?"

"Hey, look. That guy is kinda hot, isn't he?"

"Don't get close to that redhead chick if you don't want to get your ass beaten up by Hanwool."

The principal clears his throat again to silence the hall. "These two students are (name) (lastname) and Alen Nevada from an elite school in Indonesia. Both of them excel in their academics, and Alen is the president of the student council while (name) is the head prefect for the third year in Harapan High School," he glances at Miss Lee. "This fact furthermore denies your statement, Miss Lee. These two students are here to help our students to achieve a better grade in their academics."

Miss Lee furrows her eyebrows, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. How could the principal talk like that when the outsiders are here...?

"Without further ado, let us invite them to give a short speech."

Alen turns to (name), locking his eyes with hers before she tilts her head at the microphone, gesturing at him to go first. He gives her a small smile of acknowledgement before walking to the mic.

"Test," he taps the mic. When he is sure that it is functioning, a confident smile plasters across his charming face. "I greet my fellow batch mate, the first year.. and I give my respect to my fellow seniors."

His choice of words catch Hanwool's attention. 'A noble, huh?' He muses.

"Thank you for having me and my lovely senior, (name). We hope our presence in this school is welcomed by all of you," he places a hand on his chest, proving Hanwool's theory. "And..." he pauses and turns his head at Miss Lee, who flinches under his gaze. "Well said, Miss Lee. I heard every word of your speech. As a student of Yuseong High, I will help you achieve that wish of your late tutor."

The sooth of his voice somehow makes her heart flutter, touched by his support. She gives him a smile of gratitude and bows her head as her silent thanks.

"Furthermore, I'm glad that Yuseong High is not like what the rumors said. It's outstanding how the previous student exposed his spirit like that," the principal curses at Alen's speech, not expecting him to hear Gamin's speech too.

"With this, the chances to change this school will increase. So, students of Yuseong High... why don't we prove to the society that even people like us can achieve success?" He challenges. "Prove that our school can produce a successful generation in the future. Silence them with our talent. Show them that we can be better than them!"

Surprisingly to the teachers, and the students, claps echo in the hall, supporting his speech. The students look at their own hands in both shock and wonder--- why the hell are they clapping?

Hanwool stares at his hands weirdly. Why can't he stop? Why do his hands move itself---?

Alen smiles with satisfaction as he excuses himself from the microphone. The students stop clapping in sync just as he steps off the podium.

It's now (name)'s turn to give a small talk. When she walks past Alen, she nudges his arm with her elbow gently, and he looks at her apologetically. He used his ability again. (Name) shakes her head in disapproval but gives him a soft smile, silently telling him that it's fine.

When she reaches the podium, she blows a breath at the mic, another way to test if it's functioning.

"Hello," she greets. "I don't have much to say, but..." she smiles sheepishly before she raises her hand and clenches it into a fist, a sign of awkward encouragement. "Let's do our best!"

Laughter fills the air at her awkwardness as she laughs nervously. "And..." she adds. "Both of us will break your grading scale, Yuseong. Therefore, I challenge you guys to beat us in our exams. Those who get higher grades than us will get a reward that Alen and his parents sponsored." She gestures at the said male, who nods his head in confirmation.

"So he is a rich noble," Hanwool hums amusedly.

"We had this rewarding system in our school. And as a result, the students did their best in their exams. So we'd like to try it here," she smiles. "So if you're interested, please do your best in your study. Thank you."

As (name) finishes her speech, another round of (forced) applause follows suit. And the meeting has come to an end.

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"So here's your class?"

Alen nods his head, smiling at his senior. "Yes. Thank you for accompanying me, senior." He expresses his gratitude, earning a smile from (name) in return.

"No problem," she places a hand on his shoulder gently, giving him a soft squeeze. "Remember, Alen. Don't use your ability much," she mutters, frowning, but immediately disappears. "But if you think you need to use it, just use it."

He laughs at her quick switch. "Yes," he nods his head. "You should go to your class now, senior. The teacher might already come," he says in concern. (Name) shakes her head, "It's fine. It's not like they care," Alen's eyebrows furrow at that.

"Yuseong High..." he looks into his class, watching how the students do everything but study. "A delinquent school, huh? Seems like we need some change," his crimson eyes land on a certain duo. He examines them from afar, a hint of amusement in his gaze at the fact that they are the only ones who take out their books to study.

"As long as the intention to make it college is there... we'll find a way."

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chapter four : end