Confrontation Part-3

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I slowly get up from my seat and walking towards the floor. That foreigner kept staring at me. The way he obsessively staring at me, I can tell that he still remembers me.]

However, it wasn't even that long. Just half an  hour ago, I got to the stage. I just greeted him with a garland of flowers. I smiled at him(faked).

Obviously, smiled and greeted him. And said, thank you for coming to our college and please guide us to our better future.

He smiled. He was so fake, to be honest. Nobody can tell that he is a murderer looking at his profession, speech, and the way he acts. Plus, he's too young.

He smiled. I put the garland of flowers on his neck. He happily said with one fake smiling face. Yes, I will. You just have to do hard work, that it.

He smiled. I was still in that stage. I wanted to run away. The hell, my professors are not telling me to go back to my seat. I am still on the stage with that foreigner. I hate this damn college.

Finally, my fùckshit professors told me to go back to your seat. That was the moment. First time in this college, I felt happy. I just got up from this stage as soon as possible and back to my seat. Now, that foreigner is looking at others. Seems like he's acting like he doesn't even know me or just ignore me. Well, that's kinda good for me....

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