"Hey, Rod!" I try to catch my breath. “Plan B…. Wasn't that… you haven't explained yet?”
"Do whatever it is."
"Are you an idiot?"
I looked back. It feels a little relieved considering we have been away. We have passed through small streets, an intersection where if you turn left you can find cheap cake shops, and we just passed a cemetery.
I could tell by the dripping sweat, his face showed his incompetence. He started to slow down.
"Listen, there's nothing more stupid than no plan?"
"So this is what you consider a plan?" I protested.
He was silent for a moment.
"Precisely. This is the best.”
My friend Roddy, is just a random guy. If you listen to Plan A from the start, it's pretty impressive. But I can understand his ambition, more specifically the ambition of one class, the eight-pedal, four-seater bicycle is still irreplaceable.
We walked slowly in the small alleys, my breath was not too strong.
"You know that long haired child? One class before ours?” Roddy asked me.
"Class C?"
“Yeah. That kid who looks a bit ragged, runs super fast!”
I began to wonder which child he was referring to. It's not like I easily remember anyone, after all thinking is the least thing I do. Well, at least I'm starting to understand the 'ragged' part of him, roughly the same height as Roddy. It's just that his face is a bit feminine.
Our class is D, the worst I think. Just a little about Widehope, we are at the back. So if you see the front view of the building on the internet which is super grand, it's the front side. our place? Well, you walk straight through the field and into the connecting corridor, coming out of there is an infrastructure with glass and sometimes people in hazmat suits come out of it. Forget it and just go straight. You will find another building, more precisely a small area. The class building is divided into two, for knowledge and skills classes. They have two levels, but only use the bottom one. In the end it was a bit run down. Well, naturally, they only have 11th grade, that is us.
There is also a dormitory that looks like a small flat and is a bit rundown, a not-so-wide yard, a corridor, and five small shops.
“Ah, Darents!” I said excitedly because my brain doesn't usually work fast without draining too much energy.
"Now, bingo!"
“What a fool you say to be rags! It's just a little smeared with paint. He is a painter!” I rebutted his slightly impolite statement.
"Oh I just found out he's a painter. How do you know?"
"What does it mean? Remembering friends is my motto!” I sulk.
He shook his head clearly with an expression on his face that was a mocking sign of complete disapproval.
“Well, well I'm guessing it must have been a girl from his class who told you when you asked. You're always adding girl friends, Mark! You're so popular! You even take Verdamant even though no one is fighting over it!” His little chatter pissed me off
I grabbed his head but it didn't hit him at all. He managed to dodge and his footsteps accelerated.
"Well then, I know you can do it if you want. The problem is for a man's request, you never try at your best!" he taunted me
My running got faster after Roddy spouted his nonsense. Well, that's a bit true but too vulgar to say it. I'm a chaser of romantic clichés, after all.
I looked around at the area of greenery, grass, trees, and about a slightly sideways position was the river. I matched the map in my head, we should have covered almost half of it. From the specified distance of about 10 Km, we are still around 4.8 Km.
Damn, my body goes limp, my breath is getting tighter...
“Rod… Roddy… we will sit down for a while!”
“Huh? Seriously?"
I slammed my body spontaneously in one of the trees that is not too tall. While wiping sweat and adjusting the rhythm of my breath.
“Hey, Rod, I thought I forgot about it but we're halfway there, no drinking posts in sight. Are we going the wrong way?"
He shook his head but remained silent. I'm feeling a bit uneasy. The throat feels very dry because it doesn't stop at a single post. The problem was that this idiotic comrade suddenly put on an apologetic goofy face. I really understood the meaning of this face, and why it felt strange. A face that doesn't show regret. In my brain began to picture things that I had wanted to ask but forgot.
"So, actually the map just now was Route B?" I asked in a sulky tone.
"Hey come on Mark! This is to keep the winning ticket! I've researched all of their capabilities. This surprised them above average, we never got the chance in the first place. The problem is when it comes to enthusiasm, there's no one better than us! Certainly!" he explained in a rather arrogant tone.
"You know where?"
"Route B is the fastest, but no fool would want to go through without a refreshment station."
I'm shocked, he's such an idiot.
“For heaven's sake, you moron Rod!”
“Plan B for Route B? That's the answer,” he said as he lifted his body to start running. "You can rest if you want."
But unexpectedly I also followed him.
“All right, all right. I know I'm going to regret this,” I moaned holding my waist.
After that, I followed from behind with sober energy. My speed wasn't that fast either, at least I felt the same way about Roddy. Our distance is not too different, even his ears can still catch my voice. I think he's getting tired too.
"Usually manly men sometimes know when to be honest." My chatter from behind.
He didn't look at all.
“Huh? Oh… don't worry, that's not true.”
"Do you know what I'm going to think?"
He shrugged his shoulders knowingly and looked intelligent.
“Interpreting your brain doesn't require using Esper abilities!” he said in a haughty tone. "If the rule wasn't two people, I would have left you long ago!"
"If that's true?"
I felt a bit of his annoyance from behind, well, so be it. Not that I'm a bit mean, but in fact he pranked me first. Roddy is like my rival, in a good sense, he is always looking for face in front of me. When it comes to looks of physical, I clearly have no match. The same goes for the brain, he is nothing. Even though at this rate, I can't be underestimated.
We started to pass the small stalls and the field that connects the two paths. From a distance along the path that we passed, we could see four people.
"Hey Rod, I thought we were far at the end?"
He turned and looked at what I saw.
“They are still too far from catching up to us. Don't worry, we're still safe!”
From that momentary look on his face, I could feel his ambition. I just assumed that if we failed, he'd fall. That's why for one half years, his stupid plan I always tried to work. I had to knock on the door of my brain, then beg for ideas. If you ask me, does this competition really mean anything? For God's sake no! Of the 10 schools that were invited, only two of them took a part.
After all we live in modern times, instead of an eight-pedal stupid bike, they'd be enthusiastic if it was an eight-person electric scooter. Therefore, it's not wrong if you call Roddy too stupid and disgusting. Even though if it were only for the bicycle, of course with the help of others, sacrificing a month's allowance we could buy five eight-pedal bicycles. After all, sacrificing rations isn't like you're starving, just being forced to eat that pitiful meal.
Then what's the problem? That's what I'm still trying to find out what it means until now. Why do you have to be too tired for things that can be solved from other ways, right? Well, debate like never happened and it's not good at all. I don't even want to talk about it.
We finally entered in a small town of small cubicles, the winning line is in the middle which resembles an expansive hall. I started to see a lot of people cheering, somehow from our teachers, but I couldn't find a Beagle. What is clear is that they are wearing white uniforms and hazmat suit, aren’t here.
"It's close, Rod!"
My run is getting weirder, my sweat keeps pouring down and my breath is panting.
“Yeah, at least keep the rhythm. I know we will win!”
Unexpected incident, I fell. It was quite painful, left a long scar. Given the fall in motion.
Roddy turned around and put his arm around me. Then, we're still running.
"Don't worry, we will definitely win!"
I saw a white thread that only an inch left.
Suddenly two people do sprints. I knew something this cliché would happen, the strategy was to save energy for the next 500 meters the previous 500 meters.
With the help of an idea from inside my head, I try to make my position more elongated so that it's easier to reach.
The sound behind us increasingly heard the footsteps of a train that was about to pass.
We both shouted in excitingly!
“FUCK!!!”
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