245 Revenge is best served bowled (1/2)
Even with the boosted recovery from the mid level multiplier, after taking two classes in such a short period, his body was reaching the limit. After all, it wasn't like he gained limb regeneration. The multiplier only sped up recuperation of fatigue, as well as moderate muscle and joint soreness. He didn't expect it to help him if he pushed it too far and picked up a serious injury. Hence, Ben picked up, and went home, intending to return the next day.
As for his revenge, he had faith it would come in due time. Those white belts? He'd wipe his ass with them until they were unwashable...
That wasn't a metaphor; He considered stealing them from the locker room and taking them to the bathroom, which would force those guys to buy new ones, creating unexpected expenses for those bastards.
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As for Valentina? He didn't prepare to let her off either. In fact, he aimed to finger her like Fist of the North Star...
As Ben took the subway, he thought about his plans, knowing this would be a busy week. His schedule wasn't simple anymore. Now, he'd be living the proper city life, juggling multiple important things at once: attending classes at NYU, working at Hearth, and going to BJJ classes whenever he could. Not to mention, there were the girls he was dating too.
Ben did have an option of focusing on Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu more, skipping some classes and such, and although he considered it, he didn't want to fall behind in other areas to chase stat gains once again. After going through it once, he understood the nightmare of playing catchup. Though his time this week was very valuable under the 100x multiplier and 30% stat gain boost of the Dojo event, he wasn't willing to get into a situation where he was lagging in school or short on money again. That meant he still needed to balance his priorities.
However, as the week progressed, Ben found that most days, there was enough time to attend at least two classes of beginner's Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Sometimes it was in the morning, sometimes at night, and sometimes both, but he made it work.
A couple of days later, Ben's BJJ skills were improving at a rapid rate, and the other facets of his life weren't falling behind either…
At the moment, he was in the back of his Strategic Marketing class, watching the sexy and sensual Professor Tremblay finish up a lecture, when the bell rang signaling the end of the period. Hearing that, Charlotte who was sitting next to him turned to Ben and smiled. ”Have a good day,” she said with her timid voice.
After Charlotte left, Ben was slow to get up from his seat. He'd received a text on his phone from Annabelle and stared at it for a long while, unsure what to make of it. She sent him a photo of a recent artwork she created—it was Godzilla destroying a city, but he had Al Gore's head.
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She named the piece: ”Mother Earth Cleansing the Pollution.”
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As Ben was texting back how much he loved it…to his side, he heard a familiar voice.
”Hello,” a girl greeted with an English accent.