Welcoming

Once all the students were organized in lines, the teachers and school staff also gathered on a small podium in front of the Direction. As they passed and looked at the crowd of students, some teachers waved slightly and gave a few smiles.

Altogether, as a technical school, the number of teachers was much higher compared to normal schools. There were teachers from the common educational grid and those from technical courses. Altogether there were around 30 professors and more than half were from the courses.

Most teachers were women and there were few male teachers. They varied greatly in age and bearing, as well as the type of impression they made.

There was no one in particular who was very handsome, but reputation, grace and education could also influence how someone looks at another person. And that's what happened when some male and female teachers walked by and stood on the podium.

"You are so beautiful, Tiago! When I grow up I want to be like you!" One of the male students shouted at one of the teachers on the podium and burst out laughing.

As soon as this reached the ears of the crowd, a wave of laughter sounded and everyone was apparently already used to it. As a school with "few" students and also being very difficult to stay there, everyone had a strange sense of brotherhood and intimacy, so it was normal for everyone to have fun and talk about the same subjects.

"Thank you, thank you! Rest assured you will be prettier than me!" Professor Tiago soon reciprocated with a hand on his chest and a smile.

Everyone again laughed and enjoyed themselves. The atmosphere in the room was casual and relaxed.

Not long after that, a medium-sized figure in casual but professional clothes left the Direction. She walked to the center of the podium and waved to everyone. Her eyes were piercing and she appeared to be a little annoyed but still holding back the emotion.

"Hello everyone and good morning! How are you guys doing? I'm supposed to assume you're all okay, right? So let's go! I would first like to start by welcoming our new first years and wishing them a great year!" As soon as she said that, her eyes passed the rows of the first years and a smile formed on her face.

She quickly continued: "As the first day of school of the year, I hope everyone here is excited for this school year that will be as good as every year befora! The third years should mainly focus on studying for the entrance exams and, who doesn't want to go down that path, start to focus on arranging connections on technical trips. And, for the second years, I hope you stay strong and don't give up, as you are already halfway there!"

"I've talked so much here but I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Márcia and I am the Principal of this school. This is already my second year here and I hope a third or fourth year will come, with faith in God! Although the first years still don't know anyone here, little by little you all will learn the names of all the teachers and staff at the school, so I will refrain from introducing them all!"

"With that said, I'm going to ask the students to line up correctly and be in position to sing the Brazilian Anthem! Come on, no stalling!" As soon as she finished speaking, she nodded to one of the Secretariat employees and she walked into a room.

Soon, a melodious and imposing music began to play from all corners of the school, through speakers on the walls. A little after this melody started, everyone started to sing the Brazilian Anthem. Everyone was facing the flag spread over the top of the school.

A few minutes later, when the music finally stopped, everyone looked back at the director and waited for some more announcement.

"Now that everything is over, I wish you all a great first day of class and that you pay close attention! Don't relax! In addition, the class schedule will be given to each student and placed on the bulletin board of each classroom." When she finished speaking, her figure then left and went to the Direction again.

The teachers went back to the teachers' lounge to get their materials and the staff went back to carrying out their duties. Students also dispersed and returned to their own classrooms to wait for the teachers. The first classes of the day were a mystery to everyone, as the class schedule had not yet been released.

Arthur also accompanied his own class and went to his own classroom. He was walking with little Alice on his side and he looked like a giant. Students in the same class were curious about who this student was and why he had not appeared in the class before.

"Is this kitten over there from our room? He's so cute!" One of the students following behind Arthur and Alice spoke to her friend next door.

"Beautiful is little! But did you also see that he came with that other handsome one from Buildings? Are they friends?" The friend also replied with a question and her mind began to imagine nonsense.

Arthur paid no attention to this and just kept walking. They approached a large room that sat between two other rooms. Due to the movement of students, this room was between the two third years of Logistics and Buildings.

In the midst of those people, Arthur saw those three girls again and they were entering the 3rd year Buildings classroom. He averted his gaze and just concentrated on walking.

As soon as he entered his own classroom, which was already with some students, Arthur admired a little. It was completely different from the sloppiness of his old school. It was much bigger, had a giant whiteboard, and next to it was another bulletin board with some 'welcome' messages.

The moment he entered the room, a wave of gasps sounded throughout. In the meantime that Arthur was carefree walking through the school fields, his fame as a heartthrob spread like wildfire and everyone already knew about him. When he lined up with the 1st year of Logistics, it was clear to everyone where to look for him.

"He's really cute!! How can anyone be that cute? Is this guy some kind of angel?" A beautiful black teenager spoke quietly to her friend as her eyes glazed over on Arthur's face.

"Honey, do you see what I'm seeing? Look at those eyes!!! They even look like glowing emeralds. I bet if it was dark, they'd still be glowing!" The dark-skinned girl next door also spoke as she was shocked at Arthur's appearance.

This type of conversation spread among the girls in the classroom, which was even the biggest composition in the classroom. Of the 50 students, only 11 were men. And it was exactly these men who looked at Arthur with different expressions.

Women would be more easily enchanted by men who were considered handsome if they didn't know him. The same thing works for men when it comes to a beautiful woman. But if a man looks at another handsome man, different kinds of reactions come up and that's when you see what different kinds of men are.

Of the male students looking at Arthur, some had indifferent looks, indicating that they didn't care if he was handsome or ugly. Others looked on with a bit of envy and had a small chance of hating Arthur if he wasn't a nice person. The last part was about those who overcame envy and were angry with Arthur, possibly because of the sense of inferiority that was forming in their hearts.

"He might be cute, but he's either gay, has a small dick, or he's dumb as a door!" An ugly looking student from the left of the class spoke as he looked at Arthur.

A colleague who was behind, apparently already getting to know each other, said while laughing: "I bet on the second option! Hahaha!"

Arthur looked indifferently at the class, but his eyes held a hint of interest. A beautiful smile also formed on his face.

"Your bag is in the back, like you asked. I'll stay up front as my eyesight is bad...hehe" Letting out a soft laugh, Alice walked to her own chair and sat down. It consisted of a comfortable plastic chair and an individual wooden table. There was enough space to put notebooks, cases and other things. The bag would either be on the floor or placed on the back of the chair.

"Alright! Thanks again and nice class up ahead!" Arthur started to make his way to his chair and rubbed Alice's hair as he walked past her desk.

With calm steps and ignoring the looks of the girls around and the boys too, he went to the last chair in the middle row and sat down calmly. He put on headphones and started listening to his music while waiting for the teacher.

***

Meanwhile, in the direction. A woman and two students were there.

"I looked that disgusting guy in the face! Did you get beat up for that skinny one? And so heavy like this? Shame on you!" Principal Márcia, who had seemed composed in front of the students during Welcome, was now pacing the room with an ugly expression on her face.

"Mom, you have to do something with him! Expelling is a minimum!" One of the students shouted right away. He had handprints on his neck and seemed to have been squeezed very hard. He was Charles, who had suffered a setback against Arthur just moments ago.

"Don't worry son, I will definitely not let him go unpunished! But unfortunately I can't do anything now that it's the beginning of the year and everyone is curious and can find out. Plus, he acted in self-defense, so we can't use those marks against him." The Principal soon walked over to Charles and stroked his bruised neck.

"But that was too far-fetched, Headmistress. We can do something against him, at least a suspension!" Carlos, who was on the side, spoke in a pleading voice. He didn't have any bruises in sight and only his stomach was aching.

"Shut up, you piece of shit! Not even to be a friend you're good for! What am I going to tell people? That my son was beaten?? Do you want to tarnish his reputation?" The principal's voice roared towards Carlos, who was startled and flinched, not daring to say another word.

"Mom, take it easy! I think I have an idea!" Charles soothed his mother and soon began to tell his plan.

Right after she finished listening, the headmistress looked at Charles and asked: "Are you sure?"

"Yea!" he replied confidently.

"Then it can be like this! Call some more friends of yours for safety and make sure he was the culprit. That way, at least one suspension he'll get!"

As soon as her mother's words entered her ears, it was like a graceful melody. A vindictive smile appeared on Charles's face.

'I'm going to ruin your face, sucker!'