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The Good Upclass Chapter 134: Revenge
And in just a glimpse of an eye, the next thing Well and Arjay knew was that they were already in the detention room. “I can’t believe we are summoned to be here just because we were talking to each other while he was having a class. What a dump, piece of shit that reason is,” Well could not help but just get pissed off of the situation they were in.“Excuse me, but for the record, he has not started his class yet when we were talking to each other. He was only checking the attendance by that time! So, why the hell are we even here to begin with?” Arjay Macmillian asked as he shot his eyes to the direction of the door. Even though they were apart from the doorway within a considerable amount of distance, Allen Mar could still tell that the door knob had been blocked from the outside. “Yeah? So what does our teacher trying to imply? That he has the authority to call out names and command them to attend detention even though the names he called out for did not do anything wrong?” Well
The Good Upclass Chapter 135: Helping Hand.
“What are you planning to do?” Well felt the need of asking that specific question to Arjay because the very moment he heard him cursing about their terror subject teacher, he felt that something was off. There was an urge. A strong feeling of anguish and anger, strong enough that he felt he could kill a person just by his words coming off his mouth. “Nothing. I just think he needs some lessons. He needs to learn. And sometimes, in order to learn something, you need to do it the hard way. And by saying the hard way, do you what I mean?” There was a smirk on his face. A creepy, lunatic and revengeful face marking his face. It was not a pleasant view to see for Well. Well looked away. He did not want to get engaged with that kind of question, but at the same time, he could not dodge it. He had to deal with it. “Uhm, actually, I have no idea what you are talking about. What do you mean by that?” “Very simple, to be honest,” he replied. “I just want to prank him, or land him a play, so
The Good Upclass Chapter 136: Hide!
“I recognize that voice!” Well yelled as soon as he heard the voice that echoed through the door of the detention room, coming from the other side of the wall. “Me, too. I think we can both agree that it is. . .” Right before Arjay could even finish his sentence, Well chimed in. “Allen Mar,” unexpectedly, they said in unison.After a short eye for an eye contact, Well quickly headed to the door and then banged it as loud and as hard as he could. He was trying to make himself be heard to get help. They badly needed it. They badly needed someone to open the door for them or else the mess will even get messier. If they would not escape– or in this case, escape with the hell of a friend, then they most likely would not make it before the class in the afternoon would be over. “Hey! Allen Mar, is that you? Please, we need your help! We have to get out of this room now!” Well shouted on top of his lungs. Beside him, Arjay Macmillian was silent for almost ten seconds. Until one moment, som
The Good Upclass Chapter 137: Seek Revenge.
“I recognize that voice!” Well yelled as soon as he heard the voice that echoed through the door of the detention room, coming from the other side of the wall. “Me, too. I think we can both agree that it is. . .” Right before Arjay could even finish his sentence, Well chimed in. “Allen Mar,” unexpectedly, they said in unison.After a short eye for an eye contact, Well quickly headed to the door and then banged it as loud and as hard as he could. He was trying to make himself be heard to get help. They badly needed it. They badly needed someone to open the door for them or else the mess will even get messier. If they would not escape– or in this case, escape with the hell of a friend, then they most likely would not make it before the class in the afternoon would be over. “Hey! Allen Mar, is that you? Please, we need your help! We have to get out of this room now!” Well shouted on top of his lungs. Beside him, Arjay Macmillian was silent for almost ten seconds. Until one moment, som
The Good Upclass Chapter 138: Futures and Flashbacks
“Hey!” Well called. His voice echoed like a wailing siren in the vastness and bleakness of the dusk. On the other hand, Binsent Anchorman had been caught in a lull. Well had been trying to get his attention for quite a while already but still he was too stuck in a rut that he had not heard a thing. And so, Well got no choice but to poke him by th shoulders to make sure that he would turn around this time. “I said hey!” Well repeated. This time, there was a certain sharpness in his voice sharp enough to pierce through the daydream that caught all the attention of the man beside him. “Are you still with me?” Well asked, his eyebrows trying to collide with each other but a part of him said it was too unnecessary for them to do that. “Oh, yes! Yes! I am still with you. Sorry, but what was it again?” Binsent Anchorman moved his head to the direction of the young man, and now that his attention had been diverted to him finally, he made sure he heard every word that Well would utter the f
The Good Upclass Chapter 139: Humiliation
The door creaked open, and a very familiar figure swept the doorway with intimidating aura, and a shadow that painted the path black. A strong gust of wind yelled with glee, as the curtains danced along the rhtyhm in the air. Well and Arjay, while their heart beated to their fastest, were left unmoved on their spots as they followed the figure with their eyes. It might have felt scary and anxious, but the two managed to compose themselves as they trusted the possibility that Allen Mar had already found his place to hide on. He was in a safer spot. Much safer to where the two boys sent in the detention room were. He was hiding behind the giant cupboard, stuck between two long and narrow bookshelves brimming with thick, old literature books and bulky encyclopedias. Although he was inhaling all the dusts and feeling all the heat, he could rest assure that he will not be busted for as long as he was hiding in there. Meanwhile, the real burden of concerns would be on the side of both Well
The Good Upclass Chapter 140: Stay
The door creaked open, and a very familiar figure swept the doorway with hiintimidating aura, and a shadow that painted the path black. A strong gust of wind yelled with glee, as the curtains danced along the rhtyhm in the air. Well and Arjay, while their heart beated to their fastest, were left unmoved on their spots as they followed the figure with their eyes. It might have felt scary and anxious, but the two managed to compose themselves as they trusted the possibility that Allen Mar had already found his place to hide on.He was in a safer spot. Much safer to where the two boys sent in the detention room were. He was hiding behind the giant cupboard, stuck between two long and narrow bookshelves brimming with thick, old literature books and bulky encyclopedias. Although he was inhaling all the dusts and feeling all the heat, he could rest assure that he will not be busted for as long as he was hiding in there. Meanwhile, the real burden of concerns would be on the side of both Wel
The Good Upclass Chapter 141: Stay (part 2)
The door creaked open, and a very familiar figure swept the doorway with hiintimidating aura, and a shadow that painted the path black. A strong gust of wind yelled with glee, as the curtains danced along the rhtyhm in the air. Well and Arjay, while their heart beated to their fastest, were left unmoved on their spots as they followed the figure with their eyes. It might have felt scary and anxious, but the two managed to compose themselves as they trusted the possibility that Allen Mar had already found his place to hide on.He was in a safer spot. Much safer to where the two boys sent in the detention room were. He was hiding behind the giant cupboard, stuck between two long and narrow bookshelves brimming with thick, old literature books and bulky encyclopedias. Although he was inhaling all the dusts and feeling all the heat, he could rest assure that he will not be busted for as long as he was hiding in there. Meanwhile, the real burden of concerns would be on the side of both Wel
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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
