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Wanted Here – Ch.21 | KT OLLA

NOW at the beginning of his class, Mr. López talked to the camera.

He said the school had been affected with the Psychomicide case. So much it seemed all Cannon did was Psychomicide...

“So now, we just want the people to know that Cannon is still Cannon,” he said.

“It’s still the open field we used to know. It’s still that widespread sky that accommodates all birds to fly.”

Then Marcuz went on to throw more light.

“Cannon’s Skies is our way of saying students are free to soar. And I hope the class would be aired every time…

“Probably until everyone finds this place safe again to school.”

He talked some more. “Still in this class, Marcuz López will not be doing so much. Let me just say I’m the janitor here.”

He laughed, and picked it up. “You know talking and giving the students direction is like getting in the way of ideas.

“We do not have Year I students here, who’re rather still new to the lab. So we’ve got Year II, III, and the finalists.

“These guys know the basics. And know their way around the lab. They are here for experiment in whatever their hands find to do.”

So now, when the young man was prodded on the case, Marcuz was smart on it.

“The class is neither to agree nor deny Psychomicide. The case is still ongoing. And so it’s safe for us all to watch on and see how things go.

“We’re only holding practical chemistry; and this thing is done to tell y’ all that Cannon is still safe!

“Also, it’s done to blow up lids and limits. We want students to be able think outside the walls!

“Now this is what I mean: the ongoing case has come to bring students a sort of fear.

“They are scared about many things. They are afraid to stretch and challenge themselves.

“Therefore this thing is to boost their confidence.

“On the other side, many of the students aren’t afraid to try. But they’ve got little or no time for personal touch. Due to the workload.

“So this class is meant for them, too. It is why we take it on Saturdays. And there’s no grading here!”

He finished. “Now so we don’t end up talking the whole day, I think we should focus the camera on the stars of today…

“Viewers at home, this is Cannon University. The Pure Chemistry Department!”

So the cameras turned to the laboratory and zoomed in on the students. It captured them as they worked on chemicals.

Still, Marcuz did not get anyone’s permission to call the media. He knew already that he wouldn’t get the approval.

But then again, he wrote a request for permission to his head of department. The subject had read:

Permission to Rebrand Department of Pure Chemistry

Now the boy had penned the letter and enveloped it. But the request note was not submitted, for he knew that it hadn’t got the chance.

Then Marcuz chose to play it smart.

He waited till that Saturday morning, and slid the letter under the door. The door of the HOD’s office.

That was López following protocol.

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