Chapter 47
The Bully He had everything prepared, presentation, hardcopies, his flash drive, and his coat. Everything seemed smooth and according to his plan. He was about to call the girl he called earlier, but his roommates opened the door. They were all soaked and smelled of sweat. “How’s your game?” he asked. His friends stared at him silently. Their face looked all gloomy, like they lost ten years of their lives. A few seconds had passed, and their face changed suddenly. They smirked and tossed the ball they were carrying and jumped to their friend. “What the—“Gauntler couldn’t push his friends away. “We’re going against with the math’s club basketball team to the semi-finals!” they cried. “Wait! Could you stop?” he complained. “As the president of this club, the one, and only Research Clu
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