115. The Banyan Tree

The air in that residential area still feels fresh. Since there was no lecture for Evan that Tuesday morning, he was jogging with Anderson now instead of his usual afternoon.

Evan had been running for a long time, his sweat was flowing quite profusely. Even so, he kept yawning.

"What time did you come home from hangout last night? You look sleepy." Anderson asked breathlessly.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir." Evan answered. His breath was still much better than Anderson's.

"No problem. Don't sacrifice your youth, big guy. Or you'll regret it later." Anderson chuckled.

"By the way, sir. I want to ask, have I been joking less lately?"

Anderson rubbed his chin for a moment. "Indeed, really. It seems so. Your speech isn't what it used to be."

"Either because I'm stressed or indeed everything that happens to me has shaped my character." Evan shrugged.

"Don't think too much about such things."