Not Looking for Comfort Chapter 3

There were four people confronting each other over there.

"Victor" and his "followers" were bullying the other two.

The two men looked really pitiful, and seemed to be older, but they were so timid as if they were afraid of getting beaten.

John Qiao took a look at Victor's "follower". The follower was also very tall, not even wearing a school uniform, with sharp eyebrows and thin lips, and his face looked fierce when viewed from the side.

It is true that birds of a feather flock together!

Qiao Xiaoshao, the former school bully and now a good student, moved closer to the report.

Alex Chen whispered to him: "Those two are in their third year of high school and are about to graduate, but they are still being bullied by him."

John Qiao also lowered his voice and asked: "Won't they resist?"

Chen Xu stared at the fierce-looking boy and said, "Look at Victor, he's tall and strong, and he's been practicing boxing since he was a kid. I heard that ordinary coaches can't beat him."

John Qiao was silent.

But he was looking at the lazy boy. Just then the boy stretched his hand out of his pocket and yawned. His strong forearm was indeed full of strength.

---There's something about this bad boy.

John Qiao said: "Then let him bully you? That's too cowardly."

Alex Chen paused and said reluctantly: "In fact, as long as you don't provoke him, he won't bully you for no reason."

John Qiao thought of Lanmao's nervous look in the dormitory: "What does it mean to provoke him?" The bed is a taboo, so the bottom line for provoking is a bit high.

Alex Chen thought he was afraid, and he couldn't help but feel more favorable towards him, and comforted him: "As long as you stay away from him, you will be fine."

John Qiao was thinking about his women's clothing and wanted to get his place back.

But then he remembered that he had gone through so much trouble to transfer to this school in order to study hard... Impatience can ruin big plans, so he should put this matter aside for now and study quietly.

"I'm here to learn, I won't get close to this kind of person." John Qiao said.

Alex Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, learning is the most important thing."

Although the two teenagers were not on the same wavelength from beginning to end, their words were surprisingly consistent.

They were far away from that place, and when they looked together they couldn't tell who was at the end of their sight.

The Victor Loumentioned in the report was the fierce and cold-blooded boy. John Qiao had a preconceived notion that Samuel He was Victor, and the real Victor Louwas Victor's follower.

After a while, the people outside dispersed, and Alex Chen took John Qiao to the Academic Affairs Office.

Transfer students need to get a lot of things, including dormitory uniforms such as washbasin, toothbrush cup, towel, etc., as well as new school uniforms.

When he received his school uniform, the teacher asked him, "What size did you wear before?"

John Qiao didn't know that his previous school uniforms were all tailor-made, and it took him half an hour just to measure the size.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the teacher turned around and looked at him.

When she saw the thin and small boy, she was stunned and then understood.

For boys, the most embarrassing thing is to admit that your clothing size is too small, especially in front of new classmates.

She said sympathetically, "Let me see if there is anything suitable for you."

John Qiao hurriedly said, "Sorry to bother you, teacher."

The little voice was so sweet. Teacher Xu had only been a mother for five months, and her maternal love was overflowing. She was very enthusiastic about finding clothes for John Qiao.

"Hmm..." After a long while, the teacher said, "Maybe there is no size suitable for you."

John Qiao opened his eyes wide. He had a grudge against clothes. Either he wore women's clothes or he had nothing to wear.

Alex Chen asked for him: "Teacher, what should I do? Should I make a reservation?"

The teacher seemed to know Alex Chen and had a very good impression of him. She said in a gentle voice, "No need. Our school will have new uniforms soon. If you order now, you will have to order more later."

Apparently this was new information, and Alex Chen didn't know it either.

The teacher then said to John Qiao, "Which school did you go to before? Wear your old school uniform first."

John Qiao: ...

His previous school uniform was formal enough to be worn to important occasions. Is he going to attract attention by wearing it here?

"The color difference is quite big." John Qiao explained, "It will look out of place if I wear it."

"That's true." The teacher said, "Then you can wear your own clothes first. You will change into new school uniforms in a month at most. The new school uniforms are very handsome, not the baggy T-shirts like you have now."

"Okay." John Qiao thanked the teacher and left with Alex Chen.

Alex Chen said to him: "This is good, it saves you from spending more money on school uniforms."

How could Young Master Qiao be short of this little money? He just didn't have any suitable clothes to wear. Did he have to wear the same T-shirt for a month...

Chen looked at his small figure and comforted him: "Don't worry, our school cafeteria is very affordable."

John Qiao didn't react when he heard this.

Chen said: "You can eat a lot for three or four yuan. If you eat well, you can also... grow taller."

John Qiao: ...

Alex Chen patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's normal for boys to develop late, don't be discouraged."

If he hadn’t felt Alex Chen’s sincerity, John Qiao would have almost exploded and fought for his dignity!

The two of them left the Academic Affairs Office. John Qiao put his things away and it was almost time for class.

Alex Chen returned to the classroom first, and John Qiao went to find his head teacher.

It is customary for transfer students to be led into the classroom by the teacher on their first day.

The head teacher is Kevin Tang, a forty-year-old male teacher.

Old Tang was also not tall, and he felt very familiar with John Qiao.

Today's high school students are so tall that teachers have to stand on the podium to look at them at eye level. It's so frustrating.

"Come on, I'll take you to meet your new classmates." Kevin Tang got up from his desk and led John Qiao to the classroom.

The first class on the first day of school is usually very relaxing.

Especially the first year of high school, which is considered the last happy time after twelve years of hard study. Once you enter the second year of high school, you will gradually enter the hell mode of preparing for the college entrance examination.

I walked through several classes and arrived at Class 1's classroom.

When Kevin Tang didn't show up, the class was noisy, like a busy vegetable market.

As soon as Kevin Tang came in, the place fell into total silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

John Qiao, who was following behind Kevin Tang, felt his heart suddenly tighten.

Kevin Tang's voice soon rang out: "How was your holiday? Have you finished your homework?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, there were wails of pain in the class.

Kevin Tang smiled and pressed his hands: "Okay, studying is your own business, think about it carefully, there is no need for the teacher to nag you all day long."

He changed the subject and looked at John Qiao and said, "This is a new classmate. Everyone should be harmonious and friendly and get along well... Come on, introduce yourself."

Kevin Tang stepped back a bit and let John Qiao stand in front of the stage.

The class fell silent again, with countless pairs of eyes staring at John Qiao, filled with all kinds of emotions.

Some are curious, some are observing, some are pondering, and some are watching the show...

John Qiao stood on the podium, immersed in the silence that seemed like a dark ocean, unable to utter a word.

With a "click", the door opened.

This sound was like a stone thrown into a silent sea, and the ripples it created woke up John Qiao.

"Hello everyone, my name is John Qiao, also known as Zhao Shao. Please take care of me in the future!" John Qiao finally said this self-introduction.

He was so nervous that he bent down and bowed, and when he lowered his head, his line of sight missed the person who came in.

"Why are you here so late?" Old Tang complained, but he wasn't angry. "Go back to your seat."

"Yeah." The boy responded, without even looking at the small lump on the podium. He walked to his seat without looking around, and fell asleep as soon as he sat down.

When John Qiao looked up again, he saw his classmates applauding. He breathed a sigh of relief, his palms were sweaty, and he couldn't see his classmates' faces at all.

Kevin Tang said, "Let's sit at the same table with Samuel He first, and we can adjust the seats later."

John Qiao had no feeling about the name Samuel He. He only saw an empty seat against the wall in the back row.

John Qiao walked over and sat down. It took him a long while to calm down.

At this time, Kevin Tang had already said a lot of things, and he didn't hear a word of it. But it didn't matter. After all, it was not a class. Every teacher talked about the things about admission, and each teacher talked about the same thing.

After calming down, John Qiao finally had the mood to look at his deskmate.

What his deskmate gave him in return was a flaxen-colored back of his head in the sunlight.

He was actually sleeping!

The head teacher was speaking eloquently, but this guy was sleeping soundly!

John Qiao wanted to change his seat right now. He didn’t want to sit at the same table with the poor student!

Wait, John Qiao realized belatedly that the back of this head looked familiar...

Especially this lazy and half-dead look, why does he look a bit like that school bully Victor?

It couldn't be Victor. Chen Shu said that the man was from the international class, not to mention that his deskmate was called Samuel He.

John Qiao felt relieved, but he still couldn't help but look at his deskmate.

I slept so soundly that I didn’t even notice there was someone sitting next to me. This must be the result of missing out on sleep for several lifetimes!

John Qiao looked up at the podium and found that the teacher didn't care. He knew what was going on: it seemed that his deskmate was the worst of the worst students and had been given up on by the teacher.

Let's do this for now, as long as we don't disturb him from studying. John Qiao sat up straight and opened the book.

After the first class, John Qiao listened carefully, learned thoroughly, and felt very happy.

His deskmate was still sleeping, his movements hadn't changed at all. If it weren't for the slight breathing sound, John Qiao would have suspected that he was dead.

The second class was Chinese. The class representative came to collect the summer homework. When he walked to John Qiao's side, he walked over without saying a word.

John Qiao couldn't help but ask, "Don't you collect his homework?"

"No, no, no!" The class representative was a girl wearing glasses, and her glasses were about to fall off as she shook her head. "Samuel He doesn't need to hand in his homework."

John Qiao: ...

What kind of devilish desk mate is this? He doesn’t even have to hand in his homework. What’s the point of studying here?

John Qiao made another note in his mind. First, he had to stay away from Victor. Second, he had to stay away from Samuel He. School bullies and poor students, please stay away from him!