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XXXVII: Mr. President, He's Fast Asleep!
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Dylan's sleepy eyes blink twice. He finds himself lying on the wooden floor inside the old apartment that Ulysses used to rent. Well, technically, the grumpy Student Council president is still renting this room since he already paid for this month. Also, the caretaker rarely comes into the said building so Ulysses hasn't given back the keys yet.
He rises from his position and saw Ulysses is already up. Dylan noticed that the other is clutching his shirt near his chest. From the looks of it, he seems to have a hard time breathing.
Without thinking twice, Dylan rushed in his direction. "What happened? You look so pale!"
The thing is, Ulysses is feeling unwell for about five minutes now. In fact, he woke up from that dream because of his difficulty in breathing. It just happened out of nowhere without any obvious causes.
"I can't breathe..." Dylan could barely hear his voice. U
MingYanThis story is not edited yet. Errors may appear ahead, or maybe already appeared in the previous chapters. I will check this again after I complete it. Thank you for understanding! :D
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