On Path of Distraction Chapter 3

It rained all night.

The next morning, when School Doctor Yuan walked back to the infirmary in the morning light, the quiet and introverted little student was nowhere to be seen.

The luggage was taken away, but the food was left untouched.

The room was tidy, the bed was made as if no one had slept in it, and the pot of dried and curled green ivy on the cabinet was watered thoroughly from leaves to roots.

School doctor Yuan was very relieved. He took off his coat, yawned, and walked out of the infirmary.

Then, looking at the two dried, new blood-red characters on the wall that looked as if possessed by some vengeful ghost, he fell into even deeper contemplation.

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Heyu No. 1 Middle School is a good school.

At least it looks like it. The school gate was newly built, and the school moved to a new building two years ago. Everything from the school building to the facilities is luxurious.

There is a gymnasium, basketball court, and teaching buildings divided by grade. Everything that is needed is available. The dormitory building is at the very edge, with air-conditioning outdoor units everywhere, divided into several buildings in a grand manner.

When passing by the road on the side, Caleb Shi couldn't help but take a look at the dormitory building at the end next to the wall.

"Looking at the dorms?"

The middle-aged teacher next to him asked with a smile and introduced him: "The senior high school is independent, and the last building is for the sophomores. Two people share a dormitory. If there are special circumstances, they can go to school as a day student, but they need to go through the procedures."

When he came to pick up Caleb Shi, he had already heard the director's brief account of the situation. Looking at the student in front of him who was wearing glasses and speaking in a particularly quiet and honest voice, he still felt a little confused: "It would be easier to get it done before school starts. You have to be sick. If you're not sick, just say you have neurasthenia and can't sleep well. Just get a sick leave certificate and that'll be fine."

"...No need." It was the first time that Caleb Shi met such an open-minded head teacher. "Thank you, Teacher Ethan."

Teacher Ethan smiled and waved his hand.

There are more than 20 classes in the second year of high school, and he is taught by the head teacher of Class 9, whose surname is Wan, Wan Yongming.

Caleb Shi had no interest in transferring schools. He just heard what his father said when he was told that the school was decided. He didn't know much about the class teacher, but it was good news that the class teacher was easy to talk to.

"You registered late, otherwise you could have chosen a dormitory." Lao Wan greeted two students passing by and led him back to the teaching building. "In principle, the school does not allow the use of mobile phones. The school gate closes at 9 pm, and the dormitories are checked and sealed at 11 pm. Any prohibited items will be confiscated."

He stood at the door of the office, took out the key with one hand, and looked at Caleb Shi's still not very good face: "Your eyes are so dark, did you not sleep well last night?"

"No." Caleb Shi paused and dodged his hand that was about to pat his shoulder: "Review...pre-study."

The teacher's attitude was too kind, which made it difficult to adapt to the teacher.

Caleb Shi adjusted his glasses and followed him into the office. He found a place a little further away from the desk, estimated the distance, and took half a step back.

"It's good to like studying, but you have to combine work with rest, otherwise your body won't be able to bear it... Why are you standing so far away?"

Lao Wan found his transcript, looked at it, muttered a few words, looked up in a daze, and waved at him: "Come, there are a few more words to sign."

The desk was cluttered with a lot of things. Lao Wan was busy cleaning up. Both hands were holding piles of forms. He continued to say cheerfully: "This is also my first time to teach a parallel class. I am new here like you. I don't know if my teaching experience is suitable for you. Let's help each other and improve each other."

Caleb Shi took a look, walked over, and signed his name on the blank space under the paper.

The transcript is from his last high school.

I basically just barely got a passing score. There were several subjects that were mysteriously above the 60-point line, and not a single point more was wasted.

When he transferred to another school, his father wanted to put him in the experimental class, but because his scores were too far behind, he failed to make the decision after much negotiation.

His father was very angry about this and had a tantrum when he got home.

Every day, Shi's mother tried in vain to calm the tension between father and son. When the two finally calmed down, she would sit at the dinner table and worry, puzzled, and couldn't understand why her son, who was always at the top of the grade when he just entered junior high school, became like this when he entered high school.

Caleb Shi didn't think further. He signed the remaining names and put the cap on the pen.

They came in early, and by now several teachers had arrived and were chatting with each other.

What is discussed in the office is determined by the teacher’s age group.

Those under 30 talk about shopping and traveling, those over 30 talk about family advancement, and for those over 40, who account for more than half, the topic is usually disobedient students, disobedient students, and disobedient students.

Caleb Shi had no interest in this kind of office tea party. He put down his pen and wanted to go directly to the dormitory with his luggage, but the form for picking up things from the dormitory manager was still on the table.

Lao Wan was still calmly flipping through the class teacher's stamp.

"I don't know what the school was thinking. Teacher Ethan has been in the senior year for so many years, and suddenly he was sent down to teach the second year, and the class is still like this."

The female teacher who just entered the room put down her bag and said, "Especially that Blake Lin. I don't know his background, what if he is really a troublemaker..."

"No." Lao Wan laughed, "Blake Lin is kind and friendly, and it's all written in the comments."

Lao Wan's attitude was a bit blindly optimistic, and the male teacher next to him couldn't help but say: "The comments are all randomly picked up... Teacher Ethan, you have been in the senior year for too long and you don't know that these students are very good at saying one thing in front of you and another behind your back. If you don't keep an eye on them, they will make trouble for you."

Teacher Ethan smiled and said, "No, Blake Lin is a very reasonable person and he won't cause any trouble."

"It seems okay, but each class is getting harder to manage." Teacher No. 3 reminded him, "Given the situation in their family, you'd better be careful."

Lao Wan smiled and said, "No..."

What did Lao Wan say next? Caleb Shi didn't listen.

After not sleeping all night, fatigue and sleepiness were gradually creeping up on him, causing him to ache from his temples to his brain.

He took a breath and forced himself to turn his attention away, looking out the window.

The office has a great view. It is next to the playground and you can see the basketball court and gymnasium at a glance.

The sky after the rain was brighter than usual, and the blue seemed to have been oversaturated.

The grass was washed back to its original green color, and against the newly paved runway, the white lines on it were particularly clear.

There was still water on the basketball court, with puddles here and there, reflecting wisps of clouds that had been blown into pieces by the wind.

Some people are playing basketball on the playground.

His shoulder still hurt a little, so Caleb Shi rubbed it and then took a look.

School hasn't started yet, so not many people are returning to school, and we can barely put together two teams.

The man holding the ball was quite tall, wearing a school uniform with his sleeves stuck high on his elbows, revealing the strong muscles of his forearms.

With his shirt open, the wind blew up his clothes as he ran.

Quite eye-catching.

"Do you like playing basketball?" Lao Wan looked at the thin student in front of him and tried to find some extracurricular activities for him. "It seems that our class has a basketball team, and we can play games when school starts..."

"No." Caleb Shi said.

Lao Wan was stunned for a moment, then he adjusted his glasses and looked up carefully.

The boy was tall and thin, with his eyes mostly covered by thick glasses frames. He lowered his head and his expression could not be seen.

He is a bit dull and doesn't like to talk much, but he stands straight with his shoulders straight, and he is very well-behaved and likable.

He even stayed up late to prepare for the class, and he looked like a good kid.

It’s a pity that I can’t play basketball.

Lao Wan has always been a teacher who trusts his students very much. After hearing what he said, he took the application form for the basketball team out of the pile.

Caleb Shi didn't say anything else and looked out the window again.

He didn't understand these things and had no interest in them, he could just tell that he must be a good fighter.

At least his running and turning back were extremely agile. The ball was back in his hands in the blink of an eye. He made the shot every time without ever stepping in the water.

...

It looks a bit familiar.

While Caleb Shi was still recalling the last time the word "vigorous" appeared in his mind, Lao Wan had successfully found his seal from under a pile of papers. He breathed a sigh of satisfaction and stamped it on the receipt in the dormitory.

Caleb Shi took the receipt and took a look at it.

Dormitory 709, bed number 2.

I signed my name on bed number 1, probably because I had already checked in. I also checked the sheets, quilt covers and washbasin in the following order.

The handwriting is okay, with all the necessary strokes, but it's a bit too neat.

Every stroke is straight, the horizontal and vertical lines are aligned, forming two neat characters.

Forest.

"Get to know your roommates first."

Lao Wan sat up and looked outside: "In the next year, you will all study and live together. You must take care of each other and help each other."

Caleb Shi watched him walk towards the window but didn't follow him immediately.

Lao Wan was very patient. He waved at him with a smile and opened the window: "Come in."

Caleb Shi couldn't help but glance at the third floor sign at the office door, and then looked at the amiable and smiling Lao Wan.

The way of going downstairs in this school is quite interesting.

Fortunately, Lao Wan had not completely lost his mind. When Caleb Shi began to consider whether to jump directly from the third floor or pull the railing, he slowly opened the window.

Lao Wan just finished his second year of high school and he doesn’t know his classmates well. It happened that he had confiscated Blake Lin’s cell phone yesterday, so he had a deep impression of the young classmate.

He was a class teacher who was not arrogant. He leaned half of his body out from the windowsill and waved to the competitive playground with a smile: "Student Blake Lin."

Caleb Shi: ...

He didn't really want to say hello.

But Blake Lin, a student on the playground, was obviously very kind and friendly. When he heard their class teacher calling him, he raised his head.

To be precise, it's not just raising your head.

When Caleb Shi was invited to the window by Lao Wan, he happened to see the figure who had just dribbled the ball make a steal and got the ball beautifully in his hands again.

Then without stopping, he faked two people and jumped up to dunk easily.

The boy's neat short hair was slightly damp with sweat, and his narrow waistline was revealed under his clothes.

He pulled the basket with one hand, shook it twice, and it was hanging just at the end of the line of sight outside the office.

He pushed his glasses down politely with his other hand and waved at Caleb Shi with a smile.

Lao Wan was very satisfied with this movie-like scene. He gave a thumbs up to the little classmate outside the window and turned to look at Caleb Shi.

Caleb Shi looked out the window and fell into a brief moment of thought.

"How about it?"

New students need to establish a good first impression. Lao Wan patiently persuaded them, sat back at the table and opened the drawer, "Tell me, how do you feel about your new roommate..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a brief muffled thud outside the window.

Lao Wan looked back and looked at the suddenly empty vision, feeling a little dazed.

Caleb Shi adjusted his glasses, shifted his gaze away from the broken wood of the basketball hoop, and retracted his gaze.

"Feel."

Caleb Shi: "It's quite heavy."