Theo walked out of the dormitory in his tidiest appearance—perfect slicked-back hair, neatly tied necktie, and shiny black shoes. He was about to pass by the gate of the dormitory when a car beeped behind him. It was Stan in his car. Stan rarely used his car to school because it was not that far from the dorm. He only rode it when they went on long trips.

“What made you drive this little baby?” Theo asked as he got inside.

“I just want to move my fingers for a faster recovery,” Stan replied.

Both of them got rid of their cast and splint a few days ago.

“You changed...