Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate Chapter 108 CHAPTER 108: HAVING FUN

Young Brian considered Chris's offer seriously. In the end, he decided to go along with Chris. Taking his bag, he ran in the direction Chris had taken until he caught up to him.

"Mrs. Ray, it's good to see you," the head teacher of Brian's class warmly greeted Mrs. Ray, Brian's mother.

"Likewise. May I please know where Brian is? I couldn't find him waiting for like he usually does, so I thought he might still be in his class preparing for his forthcoming exams."

"Likely, ma'am. He is the star of our school; having him as a student is a thing of joy. Please be patient, ma'am, I will request his presence now."

"Thank you, Head Teacher," Mrs. Ray replied, a smile on her face.

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"Welco to paradise, Brian!" Chris said, smiling sheepishly.

"A gaming store?" Brian asked, amused.

"Not just a gaming store—paradise! Ti moves three tis faster inside that building than it does outside. Follow and experience true bliss," Chris chuckled, walking into the gaming store.

"Why do I feel like this is a bad idea?" Brian muttered, but he followed shortly behind Chris nonetheless.

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"Damn! How are you this good at the ga, Brian? This is definitely unfair! You can't be good at everything. I refuse to believe it. Let's try a different ga," Chris grumbled, refusing to be defeated by Brian in his domain.

They had tried ten different gas, and every ti Brian either won against Chris or beca the MVP when they were teammates.

"Are you sure this is your first ti?" Chris asked, clearly suspicious.

"There is no point in lying about this," Brian replied.

"Tsk, as straightforward as ever, Brian," Chris rolled his eyes, refocusing on his ga.

Hours had passed, and Brian remained hooked on the ga. For the first ti in a very long ti, he was truly enjoying himself. That suffocating feeling had disappeared like it had never existed.

"Well, I guess we should call it a day here, right?" Chris asked, checking the ti.

"Just one more round?" Brian requested, greatly surprising Chris.

"Alright, just one round," Chris agreed, and both lads continued to enjoy themselves.

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"Wow, that was refreshing. I hate to say it, but it's so fun having soone good on your team. We were like reapers, taking down our opponents. We should do this more often," Chris comnted as they stepped out of the gaming café.

"Mum?" Brian was surprised to find his mother standing just outside the gaming café—with police officers.

"Brian? What were you doing? I've been worried sick. I thought sothing bad had happened to you," she said, rushing toward him to check on him.

It was only then that Brian noticed the sky had darkened. Glancing at his watch, he was even more shocked—it was past 6 p.m. already.

"Told you ti moves fast in there," Chris muttered, receiving dagger-like stares from Mrs. Ray.

"I'm sorry for making you worry, Mum. It was honestly not my intention. I just wanted to have fun with my friend, Chris," Brian said, bowing his head apologetically.

Chris kept his mouth shut, not wanting to aggravate the anger from Mrs. Ray any further—but sadly, he already had.

"You know we had an appointnt with Mr. Wells today, right? He was so displeased when I had to cancel it," Mrs. Ray spoke softly, though Chris could tell it was forced. He wisely chose not to point it out; he definitely wouldn't risk making an enemy out of Brian's mother.

"I'm truly sorry, Mum. I'll be more conscious next ti," Brian bowed his head once more.

"It's fine, my son. Promise it won't happen again," Mrs. Ray requested.

"Mum, it won't..." Brian tried to promise her, but recalling all the fun he had playing the ga, he couldn't bring himself to say it. The words stuck in his throat.

"Dumbass!" Chris cursed Brian in his mind. "This is what happens when you roll with nerds," he thought, rolling his eyes. Brian was pathetic—he clearly needed to be taught a thing or two about lying.

Mrs. Ray frowned as she observed her son's hesitation. She felt extrely frustrated and annoyed but held it in, not showing her displeasure outwardly.

"And he is?" Mrs. Ray asked, referring to Chris.

"He is my friend. He brought here to have so fun," Brian innocently replied.

"Aaargghhhhh!!" Chris scread inwardly, feeling the urge to pull his hair out—or punch Brian in the face—for ratting him out so easily. Even his mother didn't try to intervene.

"I see," Mrs. Ray nodded. Chris could feel it—he was in for a load of trouble, thanks to his ever-so-naïve friend.

"Let's go ho then, Brian. I suppose playing gas once in a while doesn't hurt," she said, leading her son toward the car. Before leaving, she politely thanked and apologized to the police officers for their help.

Signing a statent? Well, there are so things you simply don't have to do when you've gained a certain level of fa, and this was one of them.

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The next day, as usual, Chris arrived at school—not too late, not too early—and sat comfortably at the far end of the class, the perfect place for any man.

"Chris, the principal wishes to see you," the head teacher inford him as soon as she entered the classroom.

"What does he want from ?" Chris muttered, excusing himself from class.

Knock knock

The door was unlocked, and the principal stepped out of his office.

"Good morning, sir. I was told you wanted to see ?" Chris asked.

"Of course. Co in," the principal replied, allowing Chris inside.

Chris felt a bad premonition. The principal's face was stern, and his tone was tense. Chris knew the conversation was definitely not going to be a pleasant one.

"A parent complained about you coercing her child and being a negative influence," the principal began.

"Sir, all I did was—"

"Silence! I'm not done," the principal coldly cut Chris off.

"This school does not tolerate students negatively influencing their peers," he continued.

"Says the one who turned a blind eye while I was bullied," Chris retorted, already knowing that defending himself was probably out of the question.

"How dare you speak when I didn't allow you to!" the principal barked, annoyed at being challenged.