Not Skipping a Day Chapter 7

Noah still shook his head.

Because it was still summer, Noah only put on the T-shirt with one sleeve cut off after bandaging the wound. The scarred black T-shirt, coupled with the white bandage on the shoulder, looked really a bit embarrassed. Mason was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He began to consider whether it was easier to use force to drag the seriously injured person in, or to continue to reason with him. After comparing the heights of the two, Mason chose the latter.

"No matter my parents..."

"Brother Mason."

Mason had just opened his mouth to speak when he was suddenly interrupted by Noah. His sleepiness slowed his reaction by half a beat. He was stunned and replied, "Ah?"

Noah didn't know why he did that. He hurriedly said to Mason, whose eyes were slightly red, "Don't worry about me, go to bed early," and ran down the stairs without looking back.

His series of actions caught Mason off guard. It was too late, so he didn't dare to shout loudly in the corridor. He just called him in a low voice, then hurriedly closed the door and chased him out. But when he went downstairs, there was no trace of Noah in the vast night.

The next night, Mason ran into Oliver Xiang. She was wearing a wine-red dress and was kicking the door with her pointed high heels while cursing. When she saw Mason coming out, she laughed, held the cigarette in her hand and brought it to her lips, and exhaled: "Did the little ba5tard change the lock?"

Bright red nails, bright red lips, pale cigarette and floating smoke, if it were put in a movie, it would be a picture of beauty full of world-weary beauty.

Beauty. Even Mason had to admit that Oliver's aura that made people retreat was not something that every older beauty could have. No matter good or bad, she was too special.

Mason lowered his eyes and said politely, "I don't know."

Even when he went downstairs, he could still hear the loud sound of kicking the door upstairs, mixed with increasingly unpleasant scolding and curses.

Strangely enough, after that day, Mason went home several times, but he never ran into Noah again. The opposite side was as quiet as if no one had ever lived there. Mason didn't know if Noah had a cell phone, so although he was worried, he had no way to contact him. But one morning, when he came back from buying groceries, he ran into a girl.

The girl was carefully lying on the door of Noah's house, listening to the noise inside. When she saw Mason, she immediately stood up straight, smiled embarrassedly and nodded at him.

Mason walked over and saw her knocking on the door. It seemed that she took out a key after confirming that there was no one inside.

He looked at her strangely, hesitated for a moment, and then asked politely: "Excuse me, are you Noah's friend?"

The girl was startled by the sudden sound. She turned around suddenly and looked at the man in front of her who was carrying a bag of vegetables.

"Oh, yes... yes," the girl stammered. After that, she waved her hand as if she had thought of something and emphasized, "I'm not a thief. I was just helping him get something."

Mason nodded, feeling a little relieved, and asked again: "What happened to him?"

"He..." The girl was about to speak, but stopped abruptly. She pursed her lips tightly and said "hmm" for a long time, "It's okay, it's the weekend, we are going out to play."

girlfriend?

The word "puppy love" popped up in Mason's head, and then he quickly popped it - everyone has some feelings, and falling in love is always better than fighting.

Mason didn't think any more and responded.

Harper returned to the hospital with the things Noah wanted and saw that he was still lying on the bed, raising his arms to do the comprehensive science test paper despite his disability.

"I've brought you your things, including the key," Harper handed him the key and reminded him worriedly, "Keep it safe and don't lose it again."

Noah snorted, without even blinking, "Leave it there."

A few minutes later, he finished the last biology question, closed his eyes, and threw the paper to Harper. Harper took out a red pen from his pocket and marked it quickly, then shook the paper with 256 points in front of Noah and said, "Young man, keep working hard."

Noah opened his half-closed eyes, looked at the paper, and asked Harper: "How much do you have?"

Harper smiled slightly: "288."

Noah pulled the test paper over and began to look at the wrong questions in silence.

Harper wanted to laugh when she saw his unconvinced look. She moved her stool and leaned close to Noah's head with a smile on her face: "Come, let your beloved study committee member explain it to you."

Noah gave her a warning look: "Don't ask for a fight."

Harper was not afraid of his sullen face at all, and continued to smile good-temperedly: "Oh, 256 is 256, you still have a lot of room for improvement."

No one could believe that Harper and Noah could become friends, and no one knew why. But it was strange that Noah firmly protected such an ordinary girl for many years. There were even rumors that Noah once beat up several boys who laughed at Harper for being fat, and lined them up, bowed one by one, and apologized to Harper one by one.

Noah didn't make many mistakes, and most of them were in the parts of biochemistry that required memorization. Harper gave a few words of advice, and then looked at Noah, who was frowning and making awkward marks on the book, and couldn't help but say, "You, are you not in a good mind? Are you looking for trouble like this?"

When she arrived at school that morning, she heard that Noah had a big fight with a group of people from No. 7 Middle School. The news was spread to the isolated experimental class of No. 1 Middle School, so it was naturally very explosive. Harper held a pile of math papers and listened to several of the more naughty boys in the class talking about Noah one by one.

"dmn, I took on a bunch of people alone. Even though I got beaten half to death, it was still pretty awesome. This isn't the way to seek death."

"Let's see what Lao Du will do this time. Didn't the head teacher want to remove him from the experimental class last time he got into a fight, but Lao Du didn't agree? This time... I think it's doomed. Do you think Lao Du can handle it?"

"I think it's a tough call... If his grades were exceptionally good, maybe Lao Du would be more resolute..."

Harper walked up to them with a wooden face and slapped the paper in his hand on the table: "101."

The discussion of several boys was interrupted by her sudden action. They fixed their eyes on her, wondering what she was doing. Harper ignored them and walked to Noah's empty seat and put another paper on the table. She actually wanted to read out the scores so that the people next to her could hear who had the "not particularly good" score. But she knew that some people simply couldn't understand your implicit meaning.

Noah naturally knew what others were saying about him, and he even knew the parts that had not been spread. After the brutal fight that day, Noah was lying on the emergency bed in the hospital, and the man who had been picking on him was sitting next to him and staring at him. Noah was really annoyed, so he said to him: "Stop staring, didn't we agree to end it just now?"

His light-hearted words made the man furious.

"Are you Fcuking an idiot? Huh?" The man couldn't understand. It was clear that Noah and his friends had won the fight in the billiard hall last time. Why did he come here to pick a fight for no reason? If anyone wanted to cause trouble, they should have done it. Why was it his turn?

He gritted his teeth and endured the nurse's not-so-gentle movements, cursing and asking: "My injury just got better, and I had another fight with you. Do you understand the rules? Don't you even give me a break?"

The more Noah listened, the more annoyed he became, and thought to himself, Fcuk, Fcuk, are you Fcuking tired?

He glanced at him, and pulled the corner of his mouth with a fake smile: "I've said it before, I won't mess around anymore, let's solve it all at once to save trouble."

The man was so drunk that he was sweating profusely: "I'm not a ba5tard!"

"I don't want to mess around anymore," Noah looked at the ceiling and suddenly said seriously, "I'm in the third year of high school now, I should study."

The man stood there in a daze, looking at Noah with shocked eyes.

Probably because he really didn't know what to say, after a while, he spat and cursed: "Fcuk, idiot."

This time, Noah didn't use his fists to shut him up like he did before. He couldn't move now, and didn't want to argue about it anymore. He looked at him without any emotion, and lay there in silence.