In the debate world, there are five unspoken rules. The first four are trivial; simple social laws that every sane person would understand.
But the last one. Now that's something.
Rule Number Five: Never, ever, under any circumstances, date your d...
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today's theme: commencement
I suggest you go and check out source photos: people and see their debate clothes (just updated) before you read this. LOL
In any given year, Jisung would be dying around now.
He'd be spending his waking hours dealing with pre-tournament stress, second guessing his arguments that he would have barely finished, and silently praying to absolutely nobody that he'd make it through alive.
Sure, he was a great debater, but that didn't mean it was all that easy for him. In fact, many people tended to forget that the greatest debaters always had some of the worst troubles to bypass. They didn't just wake up and naturally become great, after all.
Case in point, Minho, for example.
And for Jisung, no matter how good he would ever get or how many times he would do this, it was always the same, and everyone on the team knew that extremely well.
So watching him calmly give out lectures to the new novices on Monday at practice, five days before the tournament, was all but a freak show to them.
"I swear he's fucking with us," Changbin said to Chan. They were sitting up on the stage again, overseeing practice. "He even dressed properly for school today and he didn't excuse himself in Dance so he could go to the library and stress-prep."
Chan shrugged. "Maybe Jisung finally came around."
The Vice Captain watched him lead one of their new members around cheerfully, not a sign of jitteriness in sight. "He was still going through it like two Wednesdays ago. It takes some massive miracle to shove some sense into his brain this fast. Or drugs, really."
Changbin was wrong, though; it wasn't any supernatural force, just the work of one extremely good friend on the side.
A week had passed since the brothers' collective move-in day, and they were officially entering the week before the Season Opener. In that time, Minho and Jisung had met up two more times outside of practice to refine the younger boy's case files.
And just like Changbin, Jisung was wrong. So, so horribly wrong when he said Minho wouldn't be able to help him cure his indecisiveness.
What normally took the him hours upon hours to work through, the prodigy had all but done it in a blink of an eye. And it wasn't anything random, either; he explained his thought process so clearly that the younger boy had absolutely zero objections.
By some miraculous work of nature, everything he put out was logical, effective, and entirely sound. Not to mention it fit almost perfectly within the time limit, too. It happened all so fast that he didn't even realize that he finished a week early, which, in Jisung's case, was more or less unheard of.
Well, this boy didn't write Presidential speeches for nothing.
"That's not a bad start, Kim!" Jisung gave a thumbs up to the small novice in front of him. "Just hold your posture up a bit more, and don't let your hands fidget. It shows that you're nervous."
