The Good Upclass

Chapter 130: Hostage Runaways

The sound of the alarm clock-- a long ringing accompanied with a disturbing vibration-- shook the sleeping world of Well Smith. It had only been five o’clock in the morning, but he was already feeling the possible tiredness that would come after the entire day of engagements to different people, and things, and events, and the aftermath of every wrong decisions he was going to make for the day. He woke up from his bed, rolled down his blanket until it reached his toes, and then stretched his body. He felt his bones cracking and his cartillages popping up like they were mere twigs that fell off of a huge tree in the middle of the forest.

He went directly to his table-- the first thing he did when he got up. His laptop was still there, folded and closed, and alongside it was his cellphone charging-- it was already full battery when he checked it. He unpplugged the wire from the socket, and the phone from the charger. He received more than nine hundred ninety nine notifications just with