100% Insanity

100% Insanity

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Everything was already planned after he graduated in a well-known elite school. Aster was just a simple teenage guy who's trying to rebuild the ruined reputation of his family. But suddenly... Some unexpected sort of events bumped into his life. There came three hunks from the neighboring University. What would posibly happen if there fate crossed? Will they become friends? Or... More than that? A/N: Hi guys! This is my first ever story here on Wattpad. Sorry for the typographical errors and the wrong spellings. Hope you don't mind. From the moment na sinave mo ito sa library mo, isang malaking thank you na! Saranghae~ -Kuya Enzo DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. © All Rights Reserved Enzo_Atana 2018
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Some people study for grades. Some people study for glory. And some people study you. - The university gates are older than him, older than most cities, and Joong thinks they look like something out of a dream. Gold-lettered. Grand. Intimidating. He's thirty minutes early, wearing the sunshine-yellow sweater his sister insisted was his "lucky charm" for first impressions. There's a little sweat under his collar. A lot of hope clinging to his chest. New job. New campus. A chance to do something that matters. He rehearses his introduction under his breath as he walks through the corridor. "Good morning, I'm Professor Joong-no, too stiff-Hi, I'm Joong, and I'll be your-ugh, too casual-" His thoughts are interrupted by the sight of students walking past, bright-eyed, laughing, full of potential. And then one student-him. A flash of crisp uniform. Black hair that shines too clean under the light. A stride too precise to be accidental. He's talking to someone, nodding politely, smiling just enough to seem approachable-but there's a wall behind that face. A polished, perfect wall. Joong doesn't know his name yet. Not officially. But he knows this: That boy is the kind people write scholarship recommendations for before they even graduate. The kind that carries the university's reputation on his shoulders and makes it look like silk. "That's Dunk," someone whispers beside him. "Student Council President. Top of the class. Literally the best we have."

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