014 - He Had Enough

More students arrive at campus one by one, and they notice him running around like a mad man. The thing is, Dean is running without wearing a tracksuit, still with his hoodie and jeans, and a bag at his back.

He looks more like a thief trying to get away from police, or a peeping tom who has just been caught peeping.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Anyone knows that guy?”

“He is Dean Morton, from the Faculty of Sociology.”

“Oh, you mean that Dean Moron, the red head guy?”

They just burst laughing as Dean runs past them.

But then, not long after they hang around in that parking area, they see Dean coming back, at a higher pace than before.

Clearly, if anyone uses a speed-gun device and tries to gauge Dean’s pace, he is currently running near 40 Km/hour. And yet, Dean hasn’t realized how fast he is, because he still feels he can be faster than that.

“Shit! That’s my 50 laps. I still have a long way to go,” he mumbles with an awry face, not realizing that the guy who ordered him to run is no l
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