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The Good Upclass Chapter 117: Words On Bathroom Wall
The three arrived at the Noodle Bar, the place which Allen Mar said served the most amazing and most tongue-satisfying ramen soup he had been craving for. It was not that far from the City Central Plaza where they were supposed to be meeting at. The place was heavily crowded, that wa for sure. However, there was still a vacant table that seemed to have been reserved only just for them.“Is this the place? The one you said that serves a good bowl of ramen?” Well asked to clarify.“Oh, yes, yes my dear. Just by simply looking at it, my mouth is already drooling and my tongue can already sense how it tastes like. It is just so good. And so cheap, by the way,” Allen Mar explained. His eyes were like to rhimestones glued in replaced to his eyeballs, and they shimmered every single time he would take a pause to blink for a moment. There was never a second that Well took away his glance from him. He was struck in awe. He found it adorable to see Allen Mar forgetting about everything for a sh
The Good Upclass Chapter 118: Vandal
Allen Mar's eyes were like rhinestones glued in replaced to his eyeballs, and they shimmered every single time he would take a pause to blink for a moment. There was never a second that Well took away his glance from him. He was struck in awe. He found it adorable to see Allen Mar forgetting about everything for a short time except for how his all-time favorite bowl of ramen tasted like and how his hungry soul craved for it. He was like a child. But an adorable, innocent little one. “Okay, then, let us get inside so I can judge if whether you are telling the truth or not,” Well said, deadpan. Although fairly, he was already looking forward that the ramen would really taste delicious. Well, he reckoned Allen Mar would never react and crave that way if it was not for the quality taste of the food. The three of them moved forward and into the sliding glass door of the Noodle Bar. Sure enough, the amount of people inside were so intense and so massive you could already conclude that the
The Good Upclass Chapter 119: Gra-Fear-tti
The three of them went straight to the only vacant table which was located near the exit door beside what looked like an old pendulum clock. The design of the shop was like a traditional Japanese house but equipped with modern home decorations. “This place is cozy. The interior and the exterior is giving me the same vibes of my Dad’s cafeteria by the dock,” Well shared as he recalled how his father’s coffee shop back to their little town, CoastVille, looked like. It looked exactly the same. With the exterior Japanese-inspired, and the tiny alluring details added in the interior of the shop-- overall, it looked like a mixture of modern and traditional designs. “I know! It is beautiful, don’t you think?” Allen Mar asked, although it was sort of a rhetorical question where in Well did not have to answer it to be valid. The three arrived at the table and that was when they decided who would come to the counter to have their orders and who will be left on the table to reserve the seats. Up
The Good Upclass Chapter 120: Hush, Little Well
“Oh, yes, yes my dear. Just by simply looking at it, my mouth is already drooling and my tongue can already sense how it tastes like. It is just so good. And so cheap, by the way,” Allen Mar explained. His eyes were like to rhimestones glued in replaced to his eyeballs, and they shimmered every single time he would take a pause to blink for a moment. There was never a second that Well took away his glance from him. He was struck in awe. He found it adorable to see Allen Mar forgetting about everything for a short time except for how his all-time favorite bowl of ramen tasted like and how his hungry soul craved for it. He was like a child. But an adorable, innocent little one. The design of the shop was like a traditional Japanese house but equipped with modern home decorations. “This place is cozy. The interior and the exterior is giving me the same vibes of my Dad’s cafeteria by the dock,” Well shared as he recalled how his father’s coffee shop back to their little town, CoastVille,
The Good Upclass Chapter 121: Manifesting Investigation
When the three guys secured a two hundred meter distance from the Noodle Bar, Well quickly took a few inhales of fresh air before he decided to tell them the very reason as to why he thought getting out of that place as soon as they could was the best thing to do.“For the record, I did not want to ruin your appetite,” Well started as soon as he was done sustaining enough air to get himself rid of shortness of breath. “It was never in my intention to keep you out for no reason. So, yeah, you got to hear me out.” Well stood straight after roughly ten seconds of bending down to puff. “Okay, okay. Calm down, will you? You act like you just had the most horrible experience in the world. What happened? What is it? Will you at least give us a heads up?”Binsent Anchorman said as he moved closer to Well who was now acting paranoid with all the unnecessary hand gestures and indistinct, gibberish words he spat out that only he, himself was able to hear. Binsent Anchorman gave Well another coup
The Good Upclass Chapter 122: Journalists
Taxi was the key. If there was any way the three men would have reached Well’s hotel room, it was the taxi cab.As they jumped into the car, the only thing that occupied every single spaces in their minds was the blog. The fucking blog. Ho they will right the blog; who will make the blog; hat means would they need to generate the blog; how essential was the blog to their plans; and how to put the blog into great publicity where in everyone would notice it once it was done. Overall, although it might have sounded like an easy plan, it was actually a very difficult one to be executed. Ten minutes in the taxi and finally, one of them decided to open up a topic so the atmosphere inside the taxi cab would ease up and silence would be replaced with words. But before anything else, before Well decided to commnce such conversation, he whispered something in the ears of Binsent Anchorman first.“Is it okay to talk about the Noodle Bar’s alleged issue here in the car even if there is someone el
The Good Upclass Chapter 123: Case, Commence!
“Journalists being biased?” Binsent Anchorman asked. “I think that is a very strong, but surely very wrong accusation, sir. Journalists are not supposed to be biased. We are not allowed to pick which side of the story to choose. We are bound to tell all sides, express all sides, and present all sides if possible. That is why it is highly unethical for a journalist to pick a side and be biased. That is just a big no, no,” Binsent Anchorman explained as soon as he realized they were being judged by the taxicab driver with no profound evidence to support his claim.“That is the thing. They were not supposed to choose which side to be with, but they still did anyway. What do you call those bastards, then? Hypocrite, right? And apart from that, they also channeled their positions as journalists to spark a revolution, which was unnecessary by the way because the society that time did not need any changing. It was just them who was not contented to the way the government governed its people,
The Good Upclass Chapter 24: NGL
“What do you mean keep yourself out of the situation? Were you there during when the mass killing of the journalists happened?” Allen Mar asked. There was something that tried to hold back his voice for a second, but at the same time, his will to know things was stronger than any doubts and hesitations that was why he was able to push his words through. “I was not just there to witness how it happened. I was part of it. I was one of those dispatcher who was paid by the government to kill those journalists. It was not an easy job. Killing was never in my agenda. It was never in my to-do list. However, for the sake of money, and for the sake of helping the community getting rid of the pests trying to change the molding of the society, I took part in killing the journalists,” the taxi cab driver continued to explain. “I was a fucking sociopath that time. I was a selfish money-driven dispatcher that all I thought was cash and credit from the government. But despite being it, though, I can
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Chapter 160: Prisoners of the Deep
“Nowadays, it is not only tangible things that are stolen. Culprits and stalkers like them are often sent out in the world to steal impossible things like information and codes. I believe that is the thing that keeps them from running after us. Because if it is only a material thing, they could have stolen it long before already. But it’s different. They are needing a piece of information, and only the best of the best spies and culprits can do it. Only those who are willing to risk their lives and last breath only to get their ears closer to the information that their bosses need,” Binsent Anchorman explained. “Okay, okay. Hold on, why are we here again? Because, technically, since I am now an official member of the alliance, am I not right to know the basics of this group? Like, what are we working for? And who? And why? And basically all the questions you think I need the answer from?” Arjay chimed in, standing by the end of the bleacher together with Allen Mar. Even up until this
Chapter 159: Devil's Den
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one th
Chapter 158: Binsent On The Lead
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one t
Chapter 157: Their Own Shadows
In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he started as a taxicab driver, too. I met him when I asked for a taxi who can send me to the nearest ATM station because I just lost my phone and I needed to buy something. He was the one who accompanied me to the Octagon Shop where I was able to find myself a new phone. He was a good man, indeed. I don’t think if I have said this earlier, but this is something that I was not able to tell him. I was too selfish to even inform him how good of a man he was,” We
Chapter 156: Everthing's Off, Everything's Improper
Just when Well arrived at the ground floor, he noticed some coalition of people not far from where he was standing. Intrigued by the on going noises, he went to see what was happening over there. After a few more meters of walking, he finally figured out what that mess was all about. Simple. It was primarily because over there was a food hall and the reason why he could hear metals banging against each other was because they were spoons and forks, and noisy people who were trying to satisfy themselves with the food that they eat. Apparently, it triggered the growling of Well’s stomach. All of a sudden, he wanted to dive into the line too to get himself something to feed for his angry tummy. Convinced that there was no time for his social anxieties anymore, he absentmindedly fell in line. He tucked his wallet out of his pants’ left pocket and draw out his credit card. Finally, he could eat now. It took him roughly ten to fifteen minutes to finally make it to the counter. There, he ord
Chapter 155: Well's Convincing Lines
With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the evening. Around this time, Well should have had in his bed already– ready to sleep because tomorrow was going to be another day full of unwanted surprises– but here he was now, in the hospital, with someone he only knew less than ten hou
Chapter 154: Discombobulated
His nerves had never been feeling this tight. The flowing of blood all over his body had been insufficient, but the only thing he ever had in his mind was Allen Mar. He kept thinking of him. He kept thinking and thinking and thinking of him. Questions spun around his brain; ‘How was the operation?’ ‘Will he be okay?’ ‘Will he survive?’ ‘What are the odds of him dying?’ ‘Was the doctor not joking when he said that Allen Mar’s injury was serious and could even bring up his death if certain actions had not been taken immediately?’ With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside
Chapter 153: Media Man
Detective Deib Anchorman was the first to make it close to the manhole. When he got there, he drew his ear closer to the ground floor. “I don’t hear anything,” he said after five seconds of focusing all his hearing senses on the ground. “I am supposed to be hearing footsteps and cranking guns and indistinct chatters coming from the soldiers, but I don’t hear anything right now. “Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” Well asked, his heart had been pounding so fast and so strong it was no different compared to a jack hammer used in smacking a hardened soil. Allen Mar chimed into the conversation and then corrected Well, “It is supposed to be a good thing, I believe. The detective not hearing anything from above only means that the soldiers have not returned from the search yet. That means we will have enough time to make it out here and perhaps even out of the vicinity as well. Although the latter would be so dangerous, and I don’t think our chances of success are that
Chapter 152: Too Impossible To Be True
Different scenarios had been playing in his head to the extent that he was lost already and could not distinguish the reality from the hallucinations. Hope had been the only chance he had. And although his abdomen churned in fear, and the back of his neck had been filled with goosebumps, Well only braved the situation and sat on one of the chairs at the waiting area, believing in his friend, Allen Mar that he would survive the operation no matter what. Prayers came out of his lips unconsciously without him knowing it. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the ev
