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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
The Good Upclass Chapter 99: Outsmarting A Stalker
“Are you trying to say that his act of tying you to that particular tree is only for a show? That both of you had an agreement about what should happen so that Detective Deib Anchorman can easily infiltrate the City Reserves and bring me to where Allen Mar is?” Well suspected. Meanwhile, Binsent Anchorman was amazed about how fast Well was able to form the entire puzzle. It should have been a difficult one to puzzle up. “Exactly, yes. I am also the reason why my twin brother was able to identify all the secret doors– including the tunnel where you passed through.” The taxicab driver started the engine again. “I bet we can still talk while driving? Because if I got it right, you are in a hurry, aren’t you?” the taxicab driver snorted. “Yeah, right. Please go on. And please make it faster to compensate to the delay that we had because of me,” Well answered in quite a bit shy manner. He rolled down the window on his side and then had himself a sniff of the fresh air of the mysterious a
The Good Upclass Chapter 100: Out Of The Water
As time passed by, after about fifteen minutes of being stuck inside of the car on the surface of the water, Binsent Anchorman decided it was now time for the both of them to get out of the car and perhaps swim their way back to the shore. But the problem they were going to take was that the shore was still two hundred meters away. Although swimming is not a problem for Well– because he grew up in a seaside town and he used to swim every afternoon with his best friend, Jh– he had never tried swimming as far as two-hundred distances. “I think the stalker has surrendered. We can now go out of the car safely and get back to the shore. We can still make it to the hospital and you can still see your friend, I believe.” The taxicab driver said as he flashed a look towards the window on his side to see if which way was a better route for exit. After a short assessment, he returned his gaze to Well. “Do you even know how to swim?” he asked, eyebrows are going against each other. “In case yo
The Good Upclass Chapter 101: Anchorman Brothers
Because of too much heat caused by the blazing ball of fire set high above the vastness of the sky, Binsent Anchorman and Well’s clothes dried up in not less than ten minutes. “So, shall we now go?” Well asked as soon as he wiped away the remaining droplets of seawater from his forehead. There were still particles of sand stuck on the back portion of his partly soaked pants, but he did not mind having them so he just proceeded on standing up and pretended that there were not there in the first place. “I believe now is the right time to do so,” Binsent Anchorman replied as he went up on his feet and brushed off the clouds of dust from the back of his jeans. “I hope it would not be so bad if you arrive at the hospital late.” He moved forward, leaving Well a few steps behind. The laces of his shoes were untangled, but he did not have the luxury of time to tie them up. Instead, he just went on walking as if nothing had happened. “I bet so. But the only problem we have to face right no
The Good Upclass Chapter 102: Empty Room
“Taxi!” Binsent Anchorman yelled as soon as a taxicab managed to run in their direction. He quickly waved his hand in the air, making big movements that were exaggerated enough for the driver to notice them. In three minutes, the car stopped in front of them and asked them if they wanted a ride. “Please send us off to the nearest hospital. Thank you,” Binsent Anchorman said to the driver who eventually agreed to fetch them to the place they want to go. 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 st
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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
