Lucky Spin: Godly Programming-Chapter 32: What Reference?

He was a timid and gay guy. However, unlike the typical stereotype, he was not particularly academically gifted.

Jeff knew many gay persons, and most of them were very intelligent, but this classmate of his was an exception.

Still, he was the best dancer Jeff had ever seen, excelling in class and being an avid fan of K-pop.

Jeff had already understood his part in just ten minutes, which was remarkably fast.

He was fortunate the night before, as he had already memorized this module. His report happened to be on the same module, which made preparation easier.

Had it been part two of the module, it would have taken him more time to memorize, understand, and come up with examples.

This is because the second part of the module had not yet been distributed to the class, except to the students assigned to report on that topic, who received it in advance.

"Moving... on... to... the... elements... of... drama..." he read slowly, occasionally stuttering.

His voice was barely above a whisper, prompting Mrs. Baldoza to lean forward in her seat, her face showing clear frustration as she struggled to hear him.

"Number 1, character... In drama... the story... revolves awou... around main characters... with minor chacters... I mean, characters... contributing to the... action," he continued, mispronouncing and misspelling several words from the sentence.

His reading and delivery resembled that of a first-grade student, both in pace and speed.

[Author’s Note: This is based on personal experience, so I am confident that I am not exaggerating. Back in junior high school, I had classmates who were sometimes like this. I am not trying to demean anyone, but rather to point out that they were still developing or had not yet gone through certain changes.]

"It consist... of prota..gonist... the first... co..ntestant, the best actor... who gets the principal parts..." he finished reading, then glanced at Mrs. Baldoza, who was making a face that suggested she hadn’t heard a single word.

But he didn’t care, as long as his part was done.

"Duty... deuto... dutyragonist..." his words trailed off, uncertain and jumbled.

"It’s Deuteragonist," Mrs. Baldoza corrected, giving him a sharp look.

He simply laughed at his own mistake and continued reading and correcting himself as he went.

"Deuteragonist... the second best... actor," he said, finishing the line, though Mrs. Baldoza was clearly growing more angry with each passing moment.

"So, explain, what are characters?" Mrs. Baldoza asked.

"Characters... are... characters, Ma’am," he replied.

"Explain it to me correctly. Like, what is the purpose of these characters? Not characters are characters" Mrs. Baldoza demanded, her gaze sharp and scrutinizing.

His usual carefree expression faltered as he anxiously scanned the module for the answer. After about thirty seconds, he looked up and replied,

"In drama...?"

Mrs. Baldoza almost choked on air as she slapped the table in frustration.

"Kiel, can’t you read? What in drama? Of course it’s in drama! What I’m asking is the purpose of the characters!" Her voice rose slightly, laced with irritation.

Kiel, now properly reprimanded, looked down and began reading again. Another thirty seconds passed before he finally spoke.

"It... helps... revolved..." he paused, glancing nervously at Mrs. Baldoza.

"Revolved what?! Stop leaving us in suspense! Do you want me to wait another half a minute?" she snapped, clearly exasperated at the time being wasted.

"Revolved... around... the... main characters... with mi...nor characters... contributing to the action..." he finally finished, then looked at Mrs. Baldoza with a hopeful expression.

"And? You didn’t explain anything at all, and you just read it to me again. From the sentence you just read, what purpose does it serve?" she pressed, her tone sharp.

Kiel froze, clearly in a dilemma. He glanced sideways at Celeste for help, but she merely chuckled and looked away, offering him no support.

"This was already given to you a week ago to prepare, but you didn’t even prepare. Don’t look at me. That’s your part, not mine," her voice rang out clearly, loud enough for the entire class to hear.

Jeff couldn’t help but feel pity for Kiel. Since it was public humiliation, and their leader Celeste, whom he asked for help, showed no intention of helping him.

He knew her character very well, she was extremely strict when it came to academics.

That was why he never got close to her and had only minimal interaction with her.

But Kiel was also partly to blame. If he had at least studied a little, this situation might have been avoided. But alas...

"So, Kiel, what is the purpose?" Mrs. Baldoza asked again, this time softening her voice to avoid putting too much pressure on him.

Since he must have felt humiliated by what Celeste had done, Kiel simply looked down, too ashamed to respond, and was unable to explain anything at all.

Jeff not knowing why his instinct was acting, glanced toward the center row of seats, and as if by magic, Arven looked back at the exact same moment.

The two exchanged a knowing glance and chuckled quietly at the same time before turning their attention back to the front.

Their thoughts were clearly aligned. In the brief moment of mind-reading just now, they had been thinking the same thing.

"The question was so easy to answer, yet Kiel couldn’t explain it."

Jeff sighed, reflecting on what he had just done.

He realized he had been a truly unkind person for criticizing and from having fun with a classmate who was clearly struggling at the center of attention.

He knew he needed to change, genuinely change for the better.

But even though change is constant, that doesn’t mean it occurs simply because one desires it.

Just as a child doesn’t become an adult overnight, real transformation requires time, patience, and growth.

Wanting change is only the first step, becoming it is a journey.

"Damn, philosophy at its finest. No wonder it was my favorite subject back in my first life," Jeff exclaimed inwardly. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

After waiting for three minutes with no answer from Kiel, Mrs. Baldoza sighed in dismay. If she waited any longer, more time would be wasted.

"Celeste, go ahead and explain it," she instructed.

"Sure, Teacher," Celeste replied with a calm smile as she stepped forward.

"The purpose of characters is to drive the story forward, with main characters leading the plot and minor ones supporting the action," she said aloud, her voice clear and confident.

"This is the very purpose of characters. Next is the protagonist and deuteragonist..." she continued, still smiling as she took over the explanation.

Her cheerful expression, paired with her eagerness to perform, revealed her intention, more participation meant higher grades.

Just seeing that smug look on her face made Jeff want to slap and kick her, but that’s just only an intrusive thought and nothing more.

With that, the other groups also presented their parts. Unlike Kiel, they were prepared, though many still struggled to deliver their reports clearly.

Some of their explanations were overly complex and difficult to understand. Luckily the prepared some notes.

Celeste however, was always the one stepping in to explain. She took the spotlight in every moment, leaving no room for her groupmates to shine.

Even when someone else tried to speak, she would cut in, claiming their explanation was too confusing and that she needed to clarify it herself.

"You know what’s so hard to understand?" Jeff asked inwardly, carrying on the conversation in his own mind.

"Your mom," he answered himself with a scoff, the sarcasm was their.

Since what kind of mother would raise someone this... so-so? he thought, unable to even find the right word to describe it.

In the end, he just shook his head and continued listening, trying to tune it all out.