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The Good Upclass Chapter 91: A Dream
When Well returned to his hotel room, it was already six o’clock in the morning. Students who were admitted to the same hotel as his were already suited in their respective uniforms and were all prepared to take off sooner or later, while him, on the other hand, was yet to dry his clothes out. He was untidy, filthy, and messy, and it was visible just from his eyes alone that he was so tired and had not had enough sleep. Well yawned as soon as he arrived at the doorway of the hotel. The people inside looked at him with disgust as if he was some kind of rubbish picked up from a rubbish bin– because to be clearly honest, that was how he indeed looked like. Doreen was the first person to notice his presence and did not ignore him like the rest of the tenants did. “Well! Oh, goodness gracious. Where have you been? I have sent a staff last night to deliver your dinner but he said your door was locked and the lights were off. And look at you now, all messy and dirty! If your Dad knows about
The Good Upclass Chapter 92: Hold Your Temper
Doreen was the first person to notice Well's presence and did not ignore him like the rest of the tenants did. “Well! Oh, goodness gracious. Where have you been? I have sent a staff last night to deliver your dinner but he said your door was locked and the lights were off. And look at you now, all messy and dirty! If your Dad knows about this, he will surely going to blame me for not keeping an eye on you!” Doreen said as she tried her best to lower her voice so that whoever would hear her will not think that she was scolding the young man. Meanwhile, Well was so tired and so exhausted he barely heard a word vividly from his old man’s old friend. Instead of answering to her or catering to her concerns regarding him, Well walked over and ignored Doreen. He was not in the mood for some small talks. And despite everything that he and Allen Mar and Detective Deib Anchorman had been through in even less than a night, a simple ‘how are you’ will never better anything. As a matter of fact,
The Good Upclass Chapter 93: The Detainee
Well yawned as soon as he arrived at the doorway of the hotel. The people inside looked at him with disgust as if he was some kind of rubbish picked up from a rubbish bin– because to be clearly honest, that was how he indeed looked like. Meanwhile, Well was so tired and so exhausted he barely heard a word vividly from his old man’s old friend. Instead of answering to her or catering to her concerns regarding him, Well walked over and ignored Doreen. He was not in the mood for some small talks. And despite everything that he and Allen Mar and Detective Deib Anchorman had been through in even less than a night, a simple ‘how are you’ will never better anything. As a matter of fact, Well believed it only made the situation worse. The detective was dead. Allen Mar, his best friend, lost contact with him. So basically, it was now just him wandering over the New Bill City and facing the chaos or whatever there were again all by himself– like in the very beginning where there was absolutely
The Good Upclass Chapter 94: Pretend It's Okay
Well sluggishly walked to the elevator, and elevated himself to the floor where his hotel room was located. At this point, everything was annoying him. Everything was keeping him from being the good old Well that he was. He knew it was not because of the lack of sleep, or of the exhausting running away for their lives. What annoyed him was the death of a dear friend. Detective Deib Anchorman was just so precious to be taken away so early. Well believed he could have survived it, too. Just like what he and Allen Mar did. However, if there was a hard pill to swallow for Well, it was the fact that the death of the detective was the result of his foolishness and lack of observance. If only he looked around and had chosen a different spot to hide on, the detective would not have to do it anymore. However, it is what it is and he will forever be hunted of it. There were crystalized beads of tears falling off his sleepy eyes and damp eyelids. But who was he to give a fuck? He did not care i
The Good Upclass Chapter 95: Refusal
Well missed what it felt like to have a sleep so long and so comfortable and so worthwhile that he did not have to worry about what could happen around because he would not give a fuck anyways for what was important was he had a good sleep. He definitely missed that feeling. If only there was a way he could have returned to that time and savor it once again, he definitely would. But that was impossible now. Considering the events that took place. The things that were lost during only a night or two. And the memories that fell down. It was far too impossible now. He had to deal with whatever mess this was that he involved himself with. With his head buried into the pillow, Well thought of another impossible thing. Him and Detective Deib Anchorman– talking. In his clouded imagination, this was what happened: Well woke up from a knock on the door of his hotel room. He brushed his eyes– they were still sore and sleepy. He unwrapped himself from the bed sheet, yawned and stretched his
The Good Upclass Chapter 96: Missing The Detective
If there was a hard pill to swallow for Well, it was the fact that the death of the detective was the result of his foolishness and lack of observance. If only he looked around and had chosen a different spot to hide on, the detective would not have to do it anymore. However, it is what it is and he will forever be hunted of it. There were crystalized beads of tears falling off his sleepy eyes and damp eyelids. But who was he to give a fuck? He did not care if people would see him crying while walking down the hallway. He did not care if his neighbors mock for being such a crybaby. After all, only God knows what else could he do when his temper finally go up and his patience was being measured. He witnessed innocent inmates being detained. He witnessed good people being jailed. He witnessed a selfless man being shot to death. There was nothing else that could go wrong other than those mere things he witnessed with his own eyes all in just one night– all in just one place. As soon a
The Good Upclass Chapter 97: A Text Notification
It was already nine o’clock in the morning when Well arrived in the school. As he stepped into the vicinity of the entrance gate, a gust of wind brushed the back of his neck. It felt as if the world whispered behind him, trying to entail something like a message. But he knew it was not a message. With his steady face and uninterrupted eyes, Well made it past the guard’s outpost. When he stood before the tallest building of the school, the Administration building, he suddenly paused for a while and looked at it with greatest contemplation. A part of him believed it was not yet the time for him to enter the class. He needed to heal. Losing Detective Deib Anchorman was tragically painful, and no amount of antidotes would be able to make him move on from that pain in just a day or two. But then again, another part of him told him that maybe Allen Mar was there. Maybe he can help him hide the pain. Or at the very least, forget about it. But to Well, seeing Allen Mar inside one of the c
The Good Upclass Chapter 98: Twin Brother
When his cell phone beeped, Well quickly panicked and slid his lock screen open. He would then go straight into his inbox to check on the message that had been sent to him by an unknown number. By the looks of it alone, Well could already tell that it was the message he had been waiting for from the medical assistant who assisted and accompanied Allen Mar on his way to the hospital. As he opened the inbox, he read the very first message that appeared on top of the list. He stared at it like it was his greatest enemy. And then three seconds after, he stood up from his seat, wore his backpack behind him, and then dashed out and away of the hallway. He did not care if there were students swarming toward him. He just ran through them. He did not care if just like bees, they buzzed with different topics that were surely related to them. He just pretended he was deaf. He did not care if their eyes were all drawn to the mere existence of him. He just pretended that he was blind. No amount o
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