On Path of Distraction Chapter 8

Under Blake Lin's friendly and gentle gaze, Squad Leader Zhou obediently shut his mouth and floated back to his seat.

The shocking effect was delayed for a while in the classroom.

After a few minutes, the low-decibel buzzing sound finally began to sound again in all corners.

Blake Lin yawned.

He was still a little asleep, so he rubbed his shoulders twice, put down his phone, and turned to look at Caleb Shi.

Caleb Shi held the book and looked up to meet his gaze.

No one spoke.

The small area that had finally quieted down suddenly became even quieter for some reason.

"Brother Jian." Liang Jian, who was sitting in the front row, was a little nervous and looked around twice. "Are you... awake?"

Liang Jian arched his back, dragged his chair back to his original position, and bravely stepped out between the two people: "It's like this, this is your new deskmate, who you just brought back when you were sleepwalking, his name is Caleb Shi..."

Under normal circumstances, Blake Lin’s temper is actually quite okay.

Especially recently, because of some reasons, we need to use friendliness, and we always talk about reason and never take action. All of their younger brothers have followed suit and worked hard, and they are especially friendly and peaceful.

But it is normal times after all.

If anyone else didn't sleep the whole night and was woken up twice when trying to catch up on their sleep the next morning, they probably wouldn't be able to have a good attitude.

And the first time was because of his new deskmate.

The second time was because of his new deskmate.

Liang Jiangang was nearly nailed to the desk by the back of a chair. He turned his head away with a bit of worry and looked at his new classmate's glasses which seemed to have the note "I'm a nerd" on them.

For some reason, he always felt that this new deskmate might be a big obstacle in his pursuit of peace.

Under Liang Jian's worried gaze, Blake Lin adjusted his glasses and ended the somewhat subtle silence.

Blake Lin: "You didn't catch a cold, did you?"

Caleb Shi: ...

"Are you covered with a blanket?" Blake Lin smiled, "I'm afraid you're not used to it."

Caleb Shi: ...

Blake Lin: "It's not good to not cover yourself with a blanket."

...

He also closed the book and put it on the table.

The string that had just survived the interruption of rationality finally hummed again.

Slowly, very quietly, and very stealthily.

It collapsed.

Caleb Shi felt that he really wanted to go out now, find a towel somewhere and put it on his roommate's head.

"Sh!t!" Liang Jian looked back and forth for a long time, stunned for a while, and suddenly reacted in surprise, "Brother Jian, this is your new roommate?"

Blake Lin was almost awake. The aura of "Don't mess with me, or I'll reason with you" had disappeared a lot, and he nodded in a good temper.

He slept on his stomach for a long time, leaving several marks on his face, but he didn't care.

With one arm resting on the back of the chair, he pulled down the row of push notifications on the phone and opened them one by one from top to bottom.

While reading, he rummaged in his schoolbag for a long time, took out a box of yogurt, inserted a straw and drank it in sips.

He was watching it quite seriously.

Caleb Shi didn't want to share the same air with him for the time being, so he moved closer to the wall to give him some space.

Liang Jian hadn't recovered from the surprise of surviving the disaster yet. He pulled Blake Lin to ask him questions, even happier than the two of them: "What a coincidence! This is the legendary fate! Come on, let's go out together later..."

When the new students came in, no one expected that Lao Wan would send them to their place.

This kind of class is waiting to be divided, and will not even be worthy of being included in the school's admission rate in the future. The entire class is naturally divided into two groups, those who study hard in class will go upstairs in their assigned classes, and the rest will sleep or play and grow freely.

Keep your distance

They are used to being lazy in this area, and now when a nerd with glasses reading a book comes, they have to be careful in everything they do. They don't know how uncomfortable they must be.

Liang Jian was originally worried that they might become out of tune with their friends because of the new classmate. But now that he realized that Caleb Shi was actually in the same dormitory as Blake Lin, he could just count him as one of his own, and he felt relieved immediately.

While Caleb Shi was looking down for his exercise book, he even heard him actively spreading the news that "Jian Ge's deskmate is Jian Ge's roommate" several times in all directions.

Not understanding how living in the same dormitory could add anything to one's attributes, Caleb Shi was not able to empathize with his joy, so he changed his exercise book and took out a pen.

Liang Jian walked around in a circle and hadn't recovered from his excitement yet. It seemed that he wanted to pull him aside to have a chat.

He lowered his head in time, examined the questions, took out a pen, and removed the pen cap with one hand.

I didn't look at it carefully before leaving, and I just took a set of difficult and off-topic questions that were specially prepared for the higher level.

The questions are indeed tricky. Each question can dig a tunnel through a knowledge gap and then come out from another gap.

Caleb Shi went over the somewhat complicated questions, and the pen in his hand shook, turning only half a circle before stopping.

...

Hayden Cheng said that nerds don’t spin pens.

Caleb Shi felt that this sentence was most likely directed at the donkey itself.

But it’s right to be cautious.

He put down his pen and looked up.

A completely unfamiliar, messy class with almost no structure.

The precious moment of silence was fleeting, and the chaos in the class has returned to a similar level as before.

The monitor seemed to have not figured out how to speak ventriloquism, and had not yet recovered the ability to maintain discipline. Several boys were playing at the door, some were running around with milk in their mouths, and a group of people in the back row even took out two decks of playing cards.

The student council member was collecting summer homework from seat to seat. Holding a thick stack, he nimbly moved around two boys who were fighting with each other.

His movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

To be honest, Caleb Shi himself was a little surprised that he could stay in this place peacefully for such a long time.

The whole morning.

After all, it is not convenient to write with the left hand. Caleb Shi wanted to use his right hand a little bit, and looked to the side again.

Blake Lin must have finally finished reading the long row of push notifications, so he threw down his phone and stood up with a straw in his mouth.

"Oh my god."

Liang Jian was swinging his chair legs on the ground, and was hit by the edge of the table. He fell to the ground with a thud. He was startled and asked, "Brother Jian, where are you going?"

"Bathroom." Blake Lin stretched his shoulders, "Would you like me to bring you a bottle of water?"

... Liang Jian: "Brother Jian, you can actually be unfriendly at this time."

Blake Lin shook his head with great awareness: "No, friendliness is a basic principle and a socialist value."

Liang Jian: ...

He walked out of the forest while talking, and by the time he finished his sentence, he had already walked quite far.

Liang Jian finally reacted, groped around in the table, quickly took out something and hid it in his pocket, then trotted after him.

Caleb Shi didn't quite understand what the two people were talking about, nor did he bother to think about it.

As he watched Blake Lin walk out, he switched back to holding the pen with his right hand and completely focused on the question.

Restrooms are at the end of each floor.

The cleaning lady on their floor is very individualistic. She often locks the door when she doesn't want to clean up, and asks students to go upstairs or downstairs to go to the toilet.

But the locks of the entire teaching building are of very low quality and can be opened with any random card.

Later on, the men's restroom simply became a place where a group of boys smoked secretly.

The lock popped open with a click, Blake Lin put away the campus card and opened the bathroom door.

"Brother Jian, can I still go to your dormitory?"

Liang Jian waited for him to wake up for the whole morning, and finally found an opportunity to talk. He lowered his voice stealthily: "Our dormitories have become the focus of surveillance. The dormitory manager squats at the door of the building all day long. It's simply inhumane..."

"Why go to the dormitory?" Blake Lin flattened the yogurt box and threw it into the trash can. "I'm not here."

Liang Jian looked back, closed the door, took his hand out of his pocket, and handed him a cigarette and a lighter: "Brother Jian, are you still going out this month?"

"Go." Blake Lin glanced at the cigarette he handed over and didn't take it. "I quit."

Liang saw the cigarette that he had finally smuggled out and widened his eyes: "Then why are you in the bathroom?"

"Nonsense." Blake Lin continued to walk inside: "To the toilet."

Liang Jian: ...

Well-reasoned.

Ever since their brother started talking about reason, a lot of what he said seemed to have some inexplicable truth hidden in it.

Liang knew that he didn't have the courage to smoke, and was afraid that the head of the grade would catch him if he went out to check for cigarettes, so he could only take out a cigarette and smell it to satisfy his craving, while holding the door and talking to the person inside: "Brother Jian, can we go to your dormitory to cook hot pot?"

"You look like hot pot." Blake Lin said, "The dorm manager keeps that cat just to catch you and cook hot pot for you. You cook on the seventh floor, and it can smell the smell on the first floor."

Liang Jianting was unwilling to give up: "What if? Let's seal the door tightly and let our new friend keep watch for us. If we see that the situation is not good, we will quickly close the stall..."

Blake Lin came out from the inner room, washed his hands under the tap, and glanced at him: "You guys eat inside and let others squat outside to study?"

Liang Jian shrank his neck, closed his mouth, and put the cigarette back into his pocket with regret.

After all, he only slept for three hours and forty-five minutes that night. When the energy he felt when he just woke up wore off, Blake Lin's eyes were a little hard to open again.

Liang Jian squatted beside the sink, watching him splash cold water on his face, and couldn't help but offer a suggestion: "Brother Jian, why don't you just skip class? The new head teacher seems quite Buddhist, maybe he won't care."

"Fcuk off."

Blake Lin grasped his sleeves and wiped his face twice: "I now have a soul that is willing to study hard."

The school draws water from groundwater, which is icy cold and can make you feel refreshed just by washing your face with it.

Blake Lin stretched again, then turned around and walked out.

"Glasses, brother, glasses."

Liang Jian was quick to take the props beside him and said, "Honestly, what does it feel like to study hard? Is it enjoyable?"

"It depends on how you study." Blake Lin waited for him to take two steps, took the glasses and put them on, "You can't treat studying as torture, you have to treat it as a game, the kind that you need to pass levels. Doing questions is like killing monsters."

Liang Jian was quite interested when he heard this: "Really?"

"real."

Blake Lin pushed his glasses up and said in a serious tone, "As long as you love studying, you will find that doing exercises is actually a good way to kill time."

Doing exercises is indeed a good way to kill time.

When Caleb Shi looked up again, the first class was already halfway through.

English.

It’s still the class of the head teacher.

Lao Wan probably just went out for a walk and caught two lucky classmates to chat about the situation in the class. He didn't even change his clothes. He was now randomly checking the students' oral English. His sleeves were still stained with the chalk dust he had rubbed off on the podium just now.

The class was still doing what it was supposed to do, and the words on the blackboard were not even wiped off.

The scene of Lao Wan standing on the podium and chatting with his classmates with a smile can be played back in an endless loop with the scene of morning self-study.

Caleb Shi raised his head, and for a moment he almost doubted whether he had just finished a class or was actually in morning self-study. He was creating some subconscious illusion of his own.

There was a rustling sound beside me, and something poked my arm twice.

...is not an illusion.

Caleb Shi put on the pen cap and looked at the book that had helped him get out of the sea of   questions.

"English".

He looked at the book, then looked in the direction where the book was pushed.

Blake Lin must have just finished taking notes. He was sitting very straight and looking at him sideways.

"Didn't you bring your book?"

Blake Lin looked at his empty desk except for the exercise book, pointed at him and asked him to put the book between the two of them: "You need to read the textbook during class."

Caleb Shi took a look.

It was a brand new book, so tight that you could tell it had never been opened, and it had that ink smell that only new books have.

As Lao Wan had just requested, I opened the page to the fourth page and highlighted the first two sentences with a highlighter.

Apple green.

The highlighter pen has no cap on and the pen body is colorful and lively.

The finished product has a very light apple flavor.

Not quite used to this childlike aesthetic, Caleb Shi withdrew his gaze, opened the English book and looked at the cover.

"Paying attention in class is more efficient than self-study."

Blake Lin seemed to like the pen very much. While talking to him, he drew a small green flower on the footer: "Teachers' lectures are very important. We should pay attention to the function of classroom in transferring knowledge."

Caleb Shi nodded in agreement, bent down and rummaged through his schoolbag.

"It's okay." Blake Lin was in a good mood, "Read my book first, and I'll look for it after class."

Caleb Shi didn't say anything and took out a book.

Blake Lin pressed his forehead.

No one knew who Liang Jiandu had told those nonsense to, but now everyone was staring at him intently, wanting to learn the correct method to study well.

Blake Lin had a headache, took a deep breath, and continued to invite his deskmate like a good student: "Listen to the class first---"

"Yes."

Caleb Shi placed his second-year English textbook in the middle and closed the book where he had carefully highlighted two key points and drawn a small green flower: "First-year."

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