(A/N: Filler chapter cause I'm a but busy this week.)
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The school day was abruptly discontinued, and from what I heard it seems like they would attempt to block any news from the press.
What I knew about these elite institutes was accurate enough, to them, there's no such thing as every publicity is good publicity. That's only can be used when one is rock bottom.
I, myself did not know why would someone trigger the alarms on the first day of school.
Either way, the day was already waning for any kind of investigation, and I reckon soon the sun would give way to a silver gibbous moon.
I reached my apartment around seven, and just when I swiped my card, I heard the Cuban missiles roar— loading up for a dream invasion inside my nose, last night I had a nightmare of The breeding bull back in the barn chasing after my precious butt, I have never dreamed of such a thing before, this damn fatty farts can infiltrate and reshape some dreadful traumas.
The door clicked open, and I peered inside to find an avid Taru typing on his laptop, while Hogan sat like a Buddhist Monk donning an oxygen mask.
I heard Taru mutter to himself, "I won't let this damned incident throw me off my plans,"
I squinted my eyes in confusion and went to ask Hotaru for clues.
"Oye Hogan, What is Fatty Taro up to?"
Hogan who already seemed completely blended with the essence of earth and heaven pointed at the tv.
I glanced and saw a talking Teddy bear, which I recognized as Ted.
Then Hogan pointed at his mouth and started moving it rhythmically.
"Ta—" I discerned, "Talking?"
"Ted talk?" at last, I presumed.
Hogan nodded his head and shut his eyes.
Fatty Taro talked from behind, "Let that weirdo finish his yoga and come help this big brother,"
"Sure," I replied, curious.
"An International committee is considering accepting my chess Ted talk!" he proclaimed, hauling his chest up, though only his stomach jiggled.
"Tomorrow there's a preselection, the winners would be able to travel the world to preach their words,"
"Oh! Good for you!" I said, "What do you need me for?"
"Hogan is an incompetent cunt, and I'm going to be busy all night, can you please make us dinner?" he licked his lips, pupils widening like a puppy. Hogan also peeped from the side.
"Yeah, alright," I decided to accept his request, it's good to support roommates from time to time, and to be honest I was hungry anyway.
The night passed just like the first one, with a lot of farting, snorting, and anything of that sort.
I woke up to a beeping noise, Hogan was still rooted to the ground, and the appartement phone was tenaciously ringing.
I lazily reached out to it, eyes still clouded with cloudiness as I said, "Hello?"
"HELLO! Thank god you picked up" Taro hurriedly said," Listen, I mistakingly took Hogan's laptop instead of mine, you know they all give us the same damn thing essentially, Well now, I need you to use my laptop and quickly send my project."
His urgent manner washed the dizziness away as my eyes snapped open—immediately beginning to scramble for Taro's laptop, "Got it! What's your password and what's the file name?"
"The password is NTRLover177013—Shit! It's my turn," Hogan said and the call suddenly cut off.
"Oye Taro?" I cried out eyes blinded with sleep. "How am I supposed to find this file?"
I began surfing on his laptop, Hogan heard my curses and stood up.
Finally, through thousands of NSFW pictures, I landed on a file named "Important Studies,"
Hogan's eyes gleamed from the side, "That's the one."
I wagged my finger in denial and was just about to say, "Let us check the content first," when Hogan skidded behind me, ceased the laptop, and quickly clicked on 'share' to his already registered profile.
"You did not even check it!" I snapped at him.
"You already went through all the recent files, if we wasted more time Taro's turn would be already long gone," Hogan retorted, a mysterious smirk slowly forming on the corners of his mouth.
"That damn look," I mumbled, yanking the laptop back.
"Let me see, what's inside," I opened the file.
As my eyes darted to the screen, I could feel my tongue turn British, "Bloody hell!!"
I instinctively grabbed my chest like a terrified dutch woman, letting the thing of the devil slip to the ground.
"What in the apefuck is that!!"
***
Arms behind his back, Taro waited patiently in the city theater, the current contestant presentation had already ended.
Taro stood there awkwardly—in front of him, 3 judges stately sat on a long Brown table.
Before long, the eyes of the tech guy behind the scene twinkled after he refreshed the platform page for the twelfth time. He then cheerfully made a sign to Taro to begin his ted talk.
"Finally!" Taro grumbled, he turned to the committee members, a proud grin on his face.
"Famous Scientist 'Albert Einstein' one time told the longest reigning world chess champion the legendary 'Emanuel Lasker' that he's wasting his time playing chess and that he should focus solely on math,"
"I, as a seasoned Grandmaster would humbly disagree! Despite being one of the senior games in the world, Chess can offer much more than what humankind can perceive, and my job as a chess fanatic is to demonstrate those benefits,"
"Well then, let me show you what chess is capable of!"
The tech guy clicked on the file, the judges in front, two stoic looking women, and one whiskered middle-aged man noticeably grew eager upon the candid declaration.
"Stick that damn pickle in my ass," A feminine voice echoed in the hall.
"Weird, Did I just hear Mikata from pickle my jar?" Taro thought continuing his speech.
"You can clearly see the chessboard behind me where 8 little wood things called pawns try to penetrate the king home and surrounder the queen,"
Behind him, the screen beamed with a pink-haired girl with several green humanoid creatures towering over her, all sappy slicked and butt-naked.
"Hurry and pickle my indecent holes," The girl entreated shaking her hips. The creatures all shared a look and soon ravishingly lunged at her.
Taro was also on sync: "See that—Well that's ladies and gentlemen that's we call mating or rather checkmating,"
The woman at the right was the first one to react, she uttered a shriek, eyes wide with terror.
"Impressed are we," Taro snickered waving at the tech guy, snapping him from his shock.
The poor guy responsively flicked his hand, knocking his cup of coffee on the keyboard.
The large screen flashed again, switching now to what appeared like a man running on the street—hauling terrified girls employing his red tentacles.
Taro heard the noise this time and tensely turned around.
"I—Is that my Hitler tentacle hentai!" Taro shouted, stomach giving a heavy lurch.
The middle-aged man gaped, while the woman on the left collapsed.
The screen went crazy at this point. It emitted loud groans from its gigantic speakers, of what seems like a man having his balls twisted by a well-endowed girl.
The woman on the right woke up, glanced at the screen, and fainted again.
Hogan's laptop kept shuttling to all kinds of dark fetishes before the tech guy hastily unplugged the power switch.
"The nerves!" the middle-aged man squealed, slamming his hands on the table. "I traveled around the whole world and never found a more disgraceful contestant!"
"EVER," He yelled, blood pressure rising like a Soviet Union rocket.
Taro couldn't bear the shame any longer and did what he always did when trouble befalls his head. He rushed to the door and ran home.
***
Back in the apartment, just after my utter astonishment of the file content, I was disturbed yet again— but this time it came from Narcos.
With no prior warning, I felt a bolt of lightning strike my head and run all the way to my toes.
It didn't take long before I recovered my senses, from the day I acquired Narcos my body had already gained a fair degree of electric discharge immunity.
"Personal Information? Who would?" I asked, bewildered.
"You mean Ai?" I wondered, "How would she?"
"M—My old village?" At that moment, I felt my knees gave out.