Not Looking for Comfort Chapter 7

"No...Teacher..."

Before John Qiao finished speaking, Samuel He had already stepped forward and held his arm, "Let's go, classmate."

Seeing the mockery in his eyes, John Qiaofu suddenly realized something!

What international class, what Victor, what roommate.

It's basically Samuel He's desk mate from the same class!

Seeing that they were on good terms, Old Tang greeted them with a smile: "Go back to your seats, class is about to start."

John Qiao was like a duck being chased onto a shelf, limping back to his seat with a suspicious look.

Samuel He sat next to him and smiled at him against the sunlight: "John Qiao?"

He pronounced the word "Shao" with the second tone, because the final pinyin of "Qiao" and "Shao" are both "ao". At first glance, it sounds very similar to Shao Shao and a bit like Qiao Qiao.

John Qiao quickly corrected him: "It's Shao!" Four tones!

I didn't expect this poor student to know quite a lot. I only heard him say: "Take your dreams as your horse and live up to your youth. Isn't that the meaning of Shao?"

Yes, this word is indeed pronounced in the second tone, but...

John Qiao said: "Our dialect uses four tones."

The second tone is too annoying and doesn't sound domineering at all.

Samuel He replied: "I see." This is indeed the case.

At this point, John Qiao certainly understood that the man he had always thought of as Victor Louwas actually his deskmate Samuel He.

What school bully and what bad student? In fact, there is only one bad student.

He thought about what had happened in the past two days and felt that it was no wonder that he was blind.

He was so far away from Alex Chen at that time, how could he know who Alex Chen was talking about?

Afterwards, Samuel He continued to sleep in Victor's bed, which exacerbated his misunderstanding.

And his desk mate was even more weird. He slept like a pig on the desk during four classes in the morning. He didn't have the ability to recognize people from the back of their heads, so how could he tell them apart!

After John Qiao analyzed himself, he took his anger out on others.

He called Victor Louin the morning, but Samuel He didn't explain. This guy did it on purpose!

John Qiao was so angry that he said, "You are obviously Samuel He, why don't you make it clear?"

What Samuel He caught was his pronunciation error: "He Sen?"

John Qiao got anxious and pronounced "Shen" as "Sen".

Samuel He kindly gave him an excuse: "Is this also a dialect?" Some places cannot be distinguished like this.

However, for John Qiao, this was not the fault of the dialect, he was the one who called it wrong.

But there were stairs in front of him, so he would go down if he didn't. John Qiao said, "Hmm..."

Samuel He: "Okay, He Sen sounds better than Victor."

John Qiao: ...

He could tell he was teasing him!

Seeing the child angry, Samuel He began to have bad thoughts again.

Samuel He: "So you don't differentiate between s and sh in your dialect?"

John Qiaofen understood what he said, but at this moment he could only bite the bullet and say, "A little bit."

Samuel He was waiting for this sentence: "Is that so?" He deliberately stretched out the sound and threw out a heavy hammer, "Then in your place, your name should not be pronounced John Qiao, but Qiao Sao."

John Qiao: ...

Samuel He repeated it slowly, still using one sound: "sao---"

John Qiao exploded: "Shut up!"

Samuel He held his arm and said, "Speak softly, Old Tang is on the podium."

John Qiao's eyes widened so much that he wanted to stare at him to death: "You were the one who started talking nonsense!"

Samuel He was very satisfied: "Who told you to recognize the wrong person?"

John Qiao was so angry that his heart, liver, and lungs ached: "You are blaming me for something else!"

Samuel He: "You recognized the wrong person and called him by the wrong name, I just called him by the wrong name, let's just call it even."

John Qiao was shocked: What kind of ridiculous logic is this?

Samuel He noticed Old Tang's gaze, lowered his voice, and moved closer to him: "Remember, my name is Samuel He."

John Qiao looked at the face so close to him... and slapped him on the forehead: "Classmate, don't disturb me while I'm listening to the class."

Samuel He only felt the hand on his forehead was cool. As soon as he moved, John Qiao's hand had been withdrawn. He sat up straight, his eyes straight, his mind focused - probably.

Samuel He didn't say anything else and looked at the blackboard lazily.

At the beginning of the school year, Old Tang only taught the most basic knowledge points. Samuel He had already memorized them by heart and soon fell asleep.

He stayed up all night last night and spent all his time buying medicine for the little guy before dinner. He didn't even have breakfast.

Feeling hungry, sleepy and tired, Samuel He fell down soon.

John Qiao's efficiency in listening to the class today was obviously not as good as yesterday. He glanced at it and found that the god of sleep was in place, and he sighed again in his heart.

This guy isn't the school bully, but he's not bad either.

He has a bad personality, a bad mouth, is a bad boy and a poor student.

After he repaid the favor of buying medicine, he would draw a clear line between them.

By the way...how much does the medicine cost?

Seeing him sleeping without paying attention to anyone around him, John Qiao couldn't bear to disturb him.

After the class, John Qiao felt his ankle was a little swollen.

I didn't feel anything when it was lying flat, but it was still very uncomfortable when it fell on the ground.

As soon as the get out of class was over, Dylan Song turned around and asked, "John Qiao, is your foot seriously injured?"

John Qiao hurriedly said: "It's okay."

Dylan Song said: "If I had gone home to rest earlier, why would you suffer here? Anyway, the school has just started and the courses are not tight."

Just as John Qiao was about to explain how much he loved studying, the sleepyhead beside him spoke up: "It's important at the beginning of the school year. If you don't lay a good foundation, how can you keep up later?"

Dylan Song was obviously a little scared of Samuel He. When he heard him speak, he immediately responded without thinking.

John Qiao glanced at the person who had slowly woken up, and thought: You speak so eloquently, as if you have a good foundation!

Samuel He turned his head and looked at John Qiao while resting his head on his arm: "How's your ankle?"

He looked sleepy, his hair was scattered on his forehead, and his voice was a little hoarse. Even though John Qiao disliked him, he had to admit that this face was a bit unique.

John Qiao's ankle began to swell and ache, but he didn't want to miss class: "It doesn't matter."

Samuel He said: "If it hurts, I'll take you back to the dormitory to rest."

John Qiao turned his head and stared at him: "You want to take this opportunity to skip class!"

Samuel He was stunned at first, but soon he understood: "I kind of want to."

John Qiao snorted, cutting off his thoughts: "Don't think about it, I won't go back to the dormitory, the next class is math, I have to listen carefully."

These three views and intuitive diagram are so confusing. I don’t quite understand them even after listening to them, and it would be even more difficult if I didn’t listen.

To John Qiao's surprise, when the bell for the second class rang, the Sleepyhead actually sat up straight and took out his math textbook.

John Qiao asked in surprise: "Not sleeping anymore?"

Samuel He twirled the ballpoint pen with his slender fingers: "You can't sleep every day."

John Qiao thought to himself: What's the point of not sleeping? I don't believe you can keep up.

Of course, John Qiao is kind-hearted and won't discourage him.

Samuel He opened his math textbook. John Qiao glanced at it and said speechlessly, "This is your textbook from last semester!"

Samuel He lowered his eyes: "Oh, I got the wrong one."

John Qiao was speechless and pushed his textbook in front of him.

Samuel He smiled and said, "Thank you."

John Qiao couldn't help but look at his textbook from last semester and said, "Your book is too clean."

It's not just clean, it's brand new.

It’s only been two days since the new semester, so it’s common sense that the textbooks are clean, but why are the ones from last semester still so white?

Has this guy ever attended class?

Samuel He said modestly: "I cherish my textbooks very much."

John Qiao was silent for a moment, and hit him: "This is called cherishing? Don't you need to take notes?"

Samuel He said naturally: "What is there to remember?"

John Qiao muttered: "Yeah, there's nothing to remember if you sleep every day."

It was obvious that the kid thought he was a poor student who didn't study hard. Samuel He didn't want to explain at all and even thought it was very funny.

He held his chin up and looked at John Qiao: "Are your grades good?"

This question made Master Qiao feel a little timid. He straightened his back and said, "Coming to Donggao, I must get good grades to prove myself."

In Samuel He's eyes, good grades equal first place. He asked, "Do you want to be first?"

John Qiao didn't have such big ambitions, but now that he had said this, he said firmly: "This is my goal."

Samuel He said dimly: "That might be a little difficult."

John Qiao heard the hidden meaning in his words and pricked up his ears to inquire: "Who is the best student in our class? Is it Alex Chen?"

Samuel He didn't say anything.

John Qiao clenched his fist and said, "It's okay. If it doesn't work this time, there will be next time. I will try my best to surpass him."

But beyond the report, we have only just reached the foot of the mountain.

Samuel He couldn't bear to discourage him, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on."

John Qiao has already devoted himself to the class: "Okay, okay, stop talking. What's going on here? What did the teacher say just now..."

Samuel He glanced at it and could solve this homework question in less than half a second, but Qiao Xiaoshao...

There is still a long way to go. Samuel He thinks that if this kid wants to get first place, he must let him go, um, let him go with the water from West Lake.

John Qiao naturally didn't have to go to the physical exercises during class.

Samuel He never went there.

John Qiao kindly advised him: "Wouldn't it be good to exercise?"

Samuel He: "No, I exercise enough on a daily basis." Working every day means I get enough exercise.

John Qiao was thinking about the bad boys who used fighting as exercise every day.

After all, Samuel He is the school bully and a follower, so he probably has to deal with many "battles".

After all the students left, Samuel He stood up and said, "Let me see how your ankle is."

John Qiao was only wearing a pair of slippers, and his ankles could be seen when he lifted his shoes.

Samuel He looked at it for a while and said, "Why is it more swollen than this morning?"

John Qiao thought to himself: It hurts even more.

Samuel He looked up at him and said, "Don't force yourself. If the condition gets worse, you have to go home."

John Qiao was shocked by these words. He said, "No, it won't get worse..." He didn't want to go home, nor did he want to miss classes.

Samuel He paused and said, "I'll apply some more medicine on you."

John Qiao was afraid that his ankle was seriously injured, so he said honestly: "It's troublesome."

Samuel He sat in the seat next to him, placed John Qiao's ankle on his knee, and carefully applied ointment to him.

I don’t know if it’s because of the ointment or because he laid his legs flat, but John Qiao’s foot pain was much relieved.

Just then, two girls screamed from the door.

Samuel He and John Qiao looked over together and saw two girls with inspector armbands on their arms.

The classrooms must be inspected during physical exercises. If any students are found to be lazy and not doing the exercises, points will be deducted. These two girls are the inspectors.

At this moment, the two of them were standing at the door holding the roster, with an expression of indescribable excitement on their faces.

John Qiao was about to explain when he heard them say, "Excuse me! We didn't see anything! You...you guys, come on!"

After saying this, the two girls ran away.

John Qiao: "???"

He looked at Samuel He blankly: "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Samuel He said calmly, "Maybe he thought we were gay."

Doing...what?

The innocent young master's three views were shattered.