Oliver swaggered out of his room, scratching his head. It was already noon, and no one was inside the house.
After eating breakfast, he went to sleep again and woke up at noon.
Today, he was planning to do nothing.
Walking to the sofa in the living room, he lay flat on it. With a flick of his leg, he pressed the remote controller. The TV attached to the wall before him ca to life.
After that, ti sped.
Oliver was waiting for his brother to co ho so they could have a much-needed conversation. But his brother was nowhere to be seen.
Yawing loudly, he picked up the phone and dialled his brother’s number.
"Why are you calling ?" Imdiately, Arin’s voice was heard from the other side of the phone.
"Why? You are asking why? When will you get ho?" Oliver asked, his voice rising by a few decibels.
"..." Arin didn’t imdiately reply.
He hesitated for a while and said, "I will be late today. I have a combat training class."
The reply amused Oliver. He suddenly grinned.
"Brother, are you trying to con the con artist? Why are you lying to about a combat class that doesn’t exist?"
Arin panicked.
"What do you know? I have classes." He firmly said, trying to hide his panic.
"Yeah, sure. More bullcrap. You should change your job title from part-tir to a professional bullshitter." Oliver muttered.
Before Arin could say anything against it, Oliver added, "I t Stephanie and Victoria yesterday, before I ca back ho."
"They were in rough shape and had a lot to talk about you."
Arin’s face showed shock and panic. The composure he showed through his voice crumbled into nothing.
"You...t them!" Trembling like a leaf during a storm, he asked.
"Yeah, I did." Oliver sniggered.
His voice pierced Arin, causing him to go weak. Promptly, he grabbed a railing of the building he was standing on and supported himself.
Hesitating for a while, he asked.
"What did they say?"
"You know what they said."
"Gulp...Did they?"
"Yes, they did. So, when are you coming ho? I wanted to have a chat with you before our parents ca ho, little brother. No, I can’t call you little brother anymore. Big brother it is, from now on."
Oliver added a snide comnt at the end, as the nervous Arin breathed loudly.
Arin was standing outside his classroom, holding the railing. To hide his embarrassnt, he went back inside and sat down.
All of his classmates had already left the school, so he was alone inside.
"Brother, don’t say that..." He said in a muffled voice. "I don’t know what I should do."
He seed to be on the verge of crying.
This ti, Oliver felt a little bad.
Had he pushed his brother far enough to make him cry?
While Oliver was cold-blooded, heartless and cruel towards his enemies, he didn’t want to be the sa with his family and friends.
Stuffing back the insults that ca to his mouth, he asked.
"Where are you? We need to et and have a chat. Before I tell my dear parents, I should know the full details, right?"
"Hm... We need to tell them." Arin was still in shock. He repeated the exact words Oliver said absentmindedly.
"Hey! Dumbass. Where are you?" Oliver asked louder.
"Hm..." Arin snapped out and instinctively replied, "I am at school."
"Why are you still at school?" Oliver asked.
Arin was supposed to reach ho by this ti, so why was he still loitering around the school?
Oliver wanted to know.
Arin hesitated for a second and replied. "They are standing outside the school gate, waiting for ."
"Ah...sigh." Oliver sighed. "Again? Are they going to beat you up like last ti?"
Arin humd in affirmation.
"Then, call Stephen and Victor to keep you company. I’ll be there in a minute."
Oliver muttered and ended the call.
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The situation was complicated. Oliver didn’t want his brother to be beaten up again. So, he quickly went to the school.
Instead of a minute, it took nearly twenty minutes to reach the school.
Casually, he strolled into the school compound wearing his old uniform.
Oliver was eighteen years old and had graduated from high school a couple of months prior. During these months, he had gained a significant amount of muscle. Because of his revival, he had converted his muscles into strong, lean muscles that could interact slightly with mana.
Simply put, his body was now like a chiselled sculpture. Due to him gaining lean muscles, his face also lost its chubby fat and looked different.
No one recognised him as he walked through the gate.
The security guards at the school entrance also thought he was just a student and let him enter without any problem.
’Nice to know I still look young and handso.’ He thought.
He was eighteen years old, and looking young was a given. Due to his well-trained body, he also looked significantly better than before. It would not be easy to recognise him unless they were a close kin or friend.
It took Oliver a few seconds to find the grade 11 classroom.
"Hello." He waved his hand and walked in when he saw his brother sitting with Stephen and Victor.
Imdiately, they stood up respectfully.
All of them looked down, drooping their head.
Arin was particularly gloomy.
"Big brother, are you okay?" Oliver joked.
Arin finally lifted his head, smiling wryly.
"Brother." He said, trying to hide his nervousness.
Oliver shook his head, "No, you should call little brother from now on," he corrected.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Three of them looked at each other, wondering what Oliver was up to now.
"Big brother, did you see them?" Arin asked.
"No, and even if I did, I won’t recognise them," Oliver said, walking closer.
"Let’s sit down and talk about how my little brother beca my big brother before we et my in-laws."
Oliver sat right in front of them, crossing his legs.
Imdiately, three of them sat.
None of them wanted Oliver to be angry.
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