On Path of Distraction Chapter 7

Until Lao Wan closed the classroom door and started to call the roll with the collected names, Caleb Shi didn't want to recall how he sat down in the classroom.

I couldn't figure out what made this roommate think that someone who stretched his arm could also be infected with the leg.

Lao Wan actually didn’t really understand it.

The reason for calling him Blake Lin was actually quite simple. There were not many empty seats in the classroom, and there happened to be one next to Blake Lin.

It’s neither too front nor too back, next to the window, so I can look after my roommates when sitting together.

He asked Blake Lin to raise his head, just to give Caleb Shi a clearer coordinate so that he could find where he should sit as quickly as possible at the classroom door.

Unexpectedly, after just waking up, he stood up in a daze, walked directly to the door, and took the schoolbag from the little classmate.

If he hadn't been so sleepy, he would have reached out and found nothing, and it looked like he was going to help the person over directly.

...

The little student was so frightened that he walked over to his seat and sat down on the spot.

I don’t know what unique social models today’s students have developed.

Lao Wan has been a teacher for half his life. Seeing himself falling behind again and again, he has become very calm. After confirming that both of them were seated, he nodded with relief and picked up the list in the midst of the noise: "Okay, the students whose names are called stand up and answer, and the class leaders take the initiative to speak..."

The principle of the He high-scoring class is simple and crude. The rankings are drawn from front to back, and the divisions are extremely obvious.

Even among the dozen or so parallel classes, if you calculate the average scores and line them up from the front to the back, Class 9 is obviously the one that is firmly holding on to the last echelon.

From the outside, it doesn’t look much different, but once you enter the classroom, you will realize that the students have a lot of problems.

Some are eating breakfast, some are catching up on sleep, some are making trouble, some are taking over...there are people doing all kinds of things.

A morning self-study session can become a free market, and whether you can hear the lecture depends entirely on who has the louder voice, the teacher or the classmates.

Lao Wan read out a few names from the list, and the people below started to laugh and make noises. The squad leader tried in vain to maintain discipline several times, but was always drowned out by the louder noises.

Caleb Shi maintained respect for his own personality, pulled out an English book from his bag with one hand, and glanced around.

Blake Lin must have been really sleepy. He staggered back to his seat and sat down, then fell asleep on the table again.

It can be seen that the old man has a very good sleep quality. Even though it has become so noisy, he doesn't show any intention of waking up.

Caleb Shi lowered his head, picked up a pen and held it, adjusting his breathing for a while.

Knowing his own transcript well, he was prepared for this situation before coming to this class.

It's not like I haven't been in such a messy class before.

In fact, messy classes are better. At most, students will be inattentive to studying and focus on playing. They are wasting their own future, so the damage is not that great.

If you really have to choose, this is better than any other option.

The feeling of resistance when he first arrived in an environment surrounded by strangers had not yet disappeared. Caleb Shi took a breath, exhaled slowly in several times, and focused on his heart rate.

Lao Wan meant well, but the position he chose for him was really not that good.

There were people around me, in front and behind me, and the seats were not spacious, so the only option to get out was to jump out the window.

He put down his pen and looked out the window.

Fortunately, it’s on the second floor, not too high.

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Because of the special circumstances in the class, Lao Wan spent the entire morning self-study session just calling the roll.

As a class teacher, Lao Wan's patience was really too good. When he called a student, he would carefully read the file comments, and would not get angry if a student stood up or not, but would chat with him with a smile.

In the end, I simply stopped clicking and took the lists and started chatting with a few classmates in the front row.

There was no one in charge in the class, and I got too chaotic without realizing it, and almost didn't hear the bell for the end of get out of class.

"Student Caleb Shi, I'm so sorry."

The monitor is a tall and thin boy named Zhou Chengzhe. He has a strong sense of responsibility and class honor. As soon as the get out of class was over, he rushed to the new student's desk and said, "Actually, the class is not like this usually. It's just the beginning of the school year, and everyone hasn't adjusted to their current state yet..."

Caleb Shi was not interested in what was going on in the class. He shook his head and lowered his head to turn the pages of a book.

Whether the environment is noisy or not has little impact on him.

The most troublesome thing for Hayden Cheng during psychological counseling was that he could return to his own world anytime and anywhere as long as he wanted.

A world entirely his own.

The kind where no one can open it and no sound can get in.

If his mother hadn't collapsed because of staying in there for too long, and his father hadn't collapsed and exploded because of his mother, Caleb Shi could have never come out.

"Don't get me wrong." Zhou Chengzhe thought he didn't believe it and was a little anxious, "Our class is really good."

Caleb Shi turned the page of the book and moved back.

Zhou Chengzhe made another half circle: "Classmate Caleb Shi."

Caleb Shi glanced at him.

Zhou Chengzhe: "Really, our class---"

"Very good." Caleb Shi finished for him. "I heard you."

Zhou Chengzhe: ...

Zhou Chengzhe said seriously: "Student Caleb Shi, we are a group now, you should also correct your attitude."

Caleb Shi couldn't help but frowned.

Sometimes he even wondered if he had a buff that made him appear 100% insincere even when speaking nicely.

He had obviously answered seriously enough.

He was already quite uncomfortable staying in the crowd, and the breakthrough of being able to sit here made Hayden Cheng excited for the whole morning. He sent him more than ten messages and unilaterally named this progress "the leap from 0 to 0.876".

If someone were to show up and keep nagging him at this moment, he might be able to go back from 0.876.

Zhou Chengzhe obviously didn't notice his mood change. He still tried to get the new students to accept the class as soon as possible, and leaned forward again: "Now we are all classmates, we should work together."

Caleb Shi lowered his head and looked at his hand that was resting on his desk.

Zhou Chengzhe: "We---"

Before he could finish his words, they were suddenly interrupted by a loud bang.

Caleb Shi was stunned for a moment, and took a while to react before he realized that the noise was the table being kicked and hitting the back of the chair in the front row.

It’s not that my rationality has broken.

The effect was immediate. Not only Zhou Chengzhe, but the whole class fell silent because of the loud noise.

In the brief silence, Zhou Chengzhe opened his mouth and stepped back.

The whole classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. A group of people turned around stiffly, their eyes trembling as they looked towards them.

Blake Lin supported himself with his arms and leaned forward on the table that had been moved a long way forward.

The boy in the front row was quite small and skinny. He managed to survive in the cracks. He was struggling to catch his breath on the table: "Jian, Brother Jian..."

Caleb Shi felt that his voice sounded familiar and looked up at him again.

The short boy with a familiar voice seemed to have a good temper and was smart, with his eyes rolling around non-stop.

The area they were in was not big to begin with, and after the collision they were almost squeezed into a ball.

The boy actually found a spot in the group, looked around, and when his eyes met his, he grinned hastily, then turned around and mouthed to Blake Lin: "Brother Jian, You---"

Before he could finish the next word, Blake Lin had already reached for his glasses and put them on. He smiled at Zhou Chengzhe, who still had his mouth open, in a friendly manner: "Squad leader."

Zhou Chengzhe was a little dazed: "Lin, Blake Lin classmate."

"That's right." Blake Lin adjusted his glasses and pulled the table back. "I was sleeping just now. According to scientific research, the average sleep duration of humans is eight hours a day."

... Zhou Chengzhe: "Ah."

Blake Lin took out his cell phone and showed him the timer: "I slept for three hours and forty-five minutes today. I may need to sleep another four hours and fifteen minutes."

Zhou Chengzhe: ...

"A good quality sleep requires comfortable bedding, a quiet and clean environment, and a happy mood. Our table is very comfortable to sleep on, and I am in a good mood too."

Blake Lin pushed up his glasses and smiled at him politely: "For my healthy growth, could you please shut up next time?"