Quote:“Are you hesitating, Ranma-kun?” She asked the young boy, who immediately shored up his resolve and sneered.
“No! I’m just sizing up my approach!” Between him and his mother laid a small obstacle course, small by the standards of the Saotome family, but most assuredly suicide by even the most prestigious of skaters save one.
Smiling, his mother brought a whistle to her lips. “Then we’ll begin on the whistle. Ready?” After a moment to allow her son to prepare, he was off, racing down the rink like an Olympic Speed Skater being chased by a drug tester. The first set of obstacles, a simple slalom, was mastered with ease. Immediately after that, a hop, skip and a jump over planks laid across the ice. On landing, he ducked and weaved aroundthe swinging sand bags suspended from the ceiling of the rink. Once clear, he evaded the arrows fired by the Rental Eskimos his mother hired for the task. As the last arrow whipped by, he slid to a halt and immediately filled out the first two pages of the Toudai Entrance Exam, and then tore off again. After narrowly passing the whirling fan blades, jumping over the flamethrowers, and overcoming the entire defensive lineup of the 2009/10 Boston Bruins plus pile driving their goalie into the ice, a panting, singed, and bruised Ranma slid to a halt in front of his mother.
“What…what’s my time?” He asked.
She checked her stopwatch. “Eighteen-point-seven seconds, you’re getting better, but you still have a long way to go to beat the course best.”
Ranma fell to his knees. “What was that?”
“Three seconds.”
Ranma called out to the sky. “F**K YOU, BRIAN BOITANO!”
The Key To A Successful Interview Is A Good First Impression
Chapter 11
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