Return of Overthinker

Chapter 37

"You maggot! Were you even human?" the instructor bellowed, his disdain palpable as if he were born to insult people and enjoy the feast of stepping on the weaker guy. "How could you not finish a mere five laps? What did you do all day, masturbating? wasting your time and energy?"

Rarely had I engaged in running; my entire world and my life pursuit of perfection revolved around becoming one with books, a realm where I had conquered over a thousand narratives. Unlike the athletes he so admired, I couldn't be measured on the same scale.

My stomach churned with sharp pains, each breath a chaotic struggle for air, while he, in his physical superiority, reveled in belittling me. He was a vortex of negative energy, thriving on the humiliation of others to bolster his own fragile ego.

It wasn't that I abhorred sports; it was the venom in his anger motivation that repelled me. I wasn't a soldier under his command, nor had I sought out his brutal form of encouragement. In an academic duel, I w