On Path of Distraction Chapter 9

Life is always full of various surprises.

For example, when you are attending an English class, listening carefully and taking notes, you find that you have taken the wrong book.

The wrong book was from last year.

Even after the morning class was over, Blake Lin still hadn't recovered from this cruel blow.

"Brother Jian?"

Liang Jian looked back dozens of times in the morning. When the bell rang, he immediately turned back with his chair: "You are awesome! You are our motivation..."

He happened to be doing a game task during the first class. He wore headphones and focused on the game for a full 45 minutes. He didn't get to see the English book incident with his own eyes. He was simply in awe of their brother who didn't move at all and focused on the four classes.

Although he doesn't know much about studying, Liang Jian is still full of optimism and believes that as long as they maintain this enthusiasm for learning, their brother will be able to make rapid progress and become an excellent student.

A group of students could stay in the classroom for four full classes, which basically reached the limit of the potential of Class 9. After finally waiting for the end of the get out of class, the class immediately dispersed happily, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the students were empty.

Humans do not share the same joys and sorrows, and Blake Lin could not quite empathize with their excitement. He lay on his arms and waved his hands: "Where is the coolest place?"

"Ah?" Liang Jian was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment, "Well, on the third floor of the cafeteria, they're distributing iced mung bean soup today..."

Blake Lin: "Go and stay."

...

Liang Jian realized belatedly that Blake Lin was in a bad mood. He touched his head, walked around the table, and bent down to take a look.

Blake Lin sighed and sat up with his arms propped up.

Although I was quite hungry, I didn't particularly want to eat.

Eat fart.

The English books are all installed wrong.

Blake Lin raised his arm, pulled away Liang Jian's curious face, and looked at the empty table beside him.

The last class is physics.

The physics teacher was still the same one who taught them originally, Jin Mei, the head teacher of the class next door.

There wasn't much content in the class, but there were a lot of things to talk about. He could scold one person for more than half an hour, and he would often punish everyone.

There was no one in Class 9 who didn't annoy her, and Blake Lin himself had even had arguments with her twice.

Caleb Shi didn't pay attention in class and worked on his exercise book for a while. She saw him and called him to her office after class.

"Brother Jian?" Liang Jian looked back and forth and tried to wave his hand in front of his eyes.

Blake Lin looked back at him.

"Then are we still going to the third floor of the cafeteria?" Liang Jian asked.

... Blake Lin took a breath and stood up: "Go."

The teenagers are eating their father out of money, and the middle-aged high school students are at the stage where they need nutrition to grow.

Only ten minutes had passed since the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the entire teaching building had already been emptied out. You could hear the echo when you walked down the stairs.

Blake Lin glanced at the sign and turned left from the stairs.

Liang Jian listened to the empty echo, looked back and forth, and couldn't help raising his hand: "I have a small question."

"Ask." Blake Lin said.

Liang Jian: "If we go to the cafeteria, should we go out of the teaching building first?"

He actually wanted to ask this when he went up to the third floor just now.

As a result, he happened to run into the head of the grade, and was so scared that he held it back, and didn't ask until he went up to the fifth floor.

"What's the hurry?"

Blake Lin didn't bother to explain to him and just walked along the corridor: "Just take a look and leave. It's just a matter of convenience."

Liang Jian: ...

It’s so convenient.

I've already gone from the second floor to the fifth floor, but I still haven't reached my destination.

Although he was complaining in his heart, he quickened his pace to catch up with Blake Lin after he saw him go around another corridor: "Brother Jian, wait a moment - where are you going?"

"Run a few steps."

Blake Lin looked at the sign hanging above the office: "Physics Office."

The layout of the teaching building of Hegao is actually quite simple. Excluding the first floor, the offices are all located at the easternmost end of each floor, with two departments going up on each floor.

The location was clear, but Blake Lin had only been upstairs a few times, so he didn't know exactly where the physics group was. After taking two detours, he finally found the right direction.

"Office?" Liang Jian was shocked. "You want to ask a question?"

"I'm not crazy." Blake Lin waved his hand, stood at the door of the physics office, looked inside, took out a paper from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

... Liang Jian: "What are you doing for me?"

Blake Lin raised his arm and knocked on the door twice for him: "Ask questions."

...

Caleb Shi stood in front of the desk, looking down at the exercise book spread out on the table.

After Jin Mei called him to the office and asked him if he knew where he went wrong, and he said no, she just asked him to stand there and look at his exercise book and didn't speak to him anymore.

After standing for more than twenty minutes, Jin Mei had a meal, made a video call, and is now putting on makeup.

The two people didn't know each other and had never met each other before. He had only been in the school for two days and had not caused any trouble.

Caleb Shi didn't know where Jin Mei's inexplicable prejudice against him came from, and he didn't want to know.

He was used to standing in the corner as a punishment, and he didn't care how long he had to stand. He just finished all the questions on this page and wanted to turn to the next page.

But Jin Mei obviously didn't intend to let him go just like that.

Caleb Shi counted the words on this page from the front to the back, and when he counted from the back to the front, he heard Jin Mei put down the lipstick in her hand and said, "Do you know you are wrong now?"

Caleb Shi raised his head.

Seeing his attitude, Jin Mei couldn't help but get angry. She slammed the table twice: "Don't you have the teacher in your eyes? Stand still!"

She especially couldn't stand the look in the student's eyes. She wanted to speak again when there were two knocks on the office door.

Jin Mei frowned, ignored it, and took out the statistical table of extracurricular teaching aid purchases for each class.

She glanced at Caleb Shi and was about to speak when the person outside the door knocked twice again.

"The teacher is off work, come back in the afternoon!"

Jin Mei was impatient and said something harshly to the outside, slapping the form in front of Caleb Shi: "You think your own exercise book is good and you don't need the teacher to choose it? Who do you think you are?"

Caleb Shi glanced down and understood what was going on.

When his father had just finished the formalities, he threw him a bunch of messy forms to fill out.

Students are allowed to choose their own teaching aids purchased by the school. He felt that the physics one was not very useful, and after comparing the prices, he found that it was much more expensive than the average price, so he did not tick the box.

The teacher recommended teaching aids for students because they did not buy them.

I thought it was a big deal.

"How can we get homework when everyone else in the class has it but you don't? How can we take the quizzes?!"

Jin Mei obviously felt that this matter was quite serious, and her tone became increasingly severe: "It's okay for just a workbook, but if you don't trust the teacher, how can you expect to improve your academic performance?"

There were two more loud knocks on the door.

This time the noise was bigger than before, and it was not so easy to ignore.

"I said I'd come this afternoon!"

Jin Mei's voice rose an octave: "I'm already in such a low-class class, and I'm willing to be in the mud. In the future---"

Before she could finish her words, the office lock clicked and the person outside pushed the door open.

Jin Mei was startled and her words of scolding were stuck in the middle. She suddenly raised her head and looked towards the door.

Caleb Shi took a half step back and looked up.

"Old teacher."

Liang Jian stood at the door holding the test paper, his face full of bitterness: "I have questions."

Maybe it was because his momentum was too tragic, Jin Mei was so angry that she kept it in her chest and kept a calm face: "Didn't you say you'd come in the afternoon?"

"Too late."

Liang Jian looked a little unstable: "My thirst for knowledge is too strong, I can't help it."

Liang Jian, who was full of curiosity, took the test paper and chased after Jin Mei, asking questions from the first question to the third question.

When he had completely forgotten how to do the first question and had to go back to ask it again, he finally saw out of the corner of his eye a hand reaching out from the door and pulling the new classmate standing by the desk out.

...

And it seems that neither the person who was pulling the strings nor the person who was pulled the strings were very grateful for his contribution.

"Who told you to ask back?"

Blake Lin pulled Caleb Shi all the way to the stairwell, let go of his hand and stood firmly, and helped him straighten his coat: "Can't you ask the fourth question?"

"I want to ask!"

Liang Jian had just found an opportunity to run away, and almost slammed the door on Jin Mei's nose. He was so angry that he said, "I don't even know how to pronounce the symbol for walking with your hands in your pockets!"

... Blake Lin: "Ah?"

He brought the test paper, which was piled on the table, and he just picked up one at random.

I don't know what the questions are, and why there is a symbol of walking with hands in pockets.

Liang Jian was so excited when he ran out that the test paper was torn into several pieces, which were crumpled and clenched into a ball in his hands.

The two of them struggled to flatten the paper, and they spent a long time trying to figure it out. They still hadn't found the symbol, and suddenly they heard Caleb Shi's voice behind them: "Lambda."

Blake Lin raised his eyebrows, turned around and looked at him.

"Lambda."

Caleb Shi took a half step back, straightened his clothes, and changed the pronunciation to something that they could understand more easily: "wavelength."

"Ah!" Liang Jian's limited knowledge suddenly lit up. "Is it about optics? I think I attended that class! There is also a symbol that is A with a missing horizontal line, which looks a bit like a split..."

Caleb Shi glanced at him, not knowing whether he should tell him that the symbol for doing splits is also pronounced lambda, which is capitalized hands in pockets.

Before he could make a decision, Blake Lin had already smiled at him. Liang Jian, who was still ecstatic about his own erudition and continuing to look for new symbols he knew on the paper, stood up and extended his hand to him.

Caleb Shi tightened his hands at his sides and took a step back.

"Are you scared?" Blake Lin looked very kind, "It's okay, we are all very friendly and never fight."

Caleb Shi shook his head: "Thank you."

The physics office was so far away, and even if he was not very smart, he knew why these two people did this.

It’s not that I’m afraid of them, but I’m mainly afraid that I can’t control myself.

Just now when someone suddenly grabbed his arm, he used almost all his strength to resist the urge to throw the person out of the office window, and the person was impaled on the tip of the sundial behind the first floor.

Blake Lin looked at him for a long time and couldn't help laughing: "Little nerd."

Caleb Shi: ...

It might not be particularly appropriate to let his new deskmate know what was going through his mind just now.

"I guess there's not much food left. Eat something."

Blake Lin felt in his pocket, took out the meal card and handed it to him: "You are so easy to bully. Jin Mei is such a jerk, but you are not angry."

Caleb Shi didn't answer and shook his head: "No, thank you."

It’s not that I’m not angry.

But there was no need to do so. If he was angry about something like this, according to Hayden Cheng's judgment, he would probably have to be tied up in a straitjacket at home to prevent him from running out onto the street with a knife and slashing people.

Caleb Shi looked at the arm that had been grabbed, focused his attention on his breathing rate, and stabilized his heartbeat.

I don’t know if it’s the influence of Hayden Cheng’s messed up treatment, but every time my old memories pop up, it’s like there’s a layer of gauze between them, unclear and without any feeling.

It was like watching a blurry, long, boring, and low-quality third-rate movie.

It is difficult to feel any deeper about the scenes and memories that are similar to those in the past.

He stood there in a daze for a while, looked up, and heard someone calling his name.

"Okay, then go out and find something to eat."

Blake Lin smiled, rarely saying anything, and extended his left hand to him: "Happy cooperation?"

He remembered that the little nerd seemed to have stretched his right arm yesterday, and when he entered the classroom today, it was still hanging by his side and he couldn't use it.

I don't know why it's getting better so slowly.

When he was sneaking out just now, he deliberately distinguished between left and right and pulled the little nerd's left arm.

The handshake didn't work last time, so this time we should at least shake hands as a symbol of friendship.

Blake Lin stretched out his left hand and waited patiently for a while.

Then he watched the heartless little zombie standing there, looking at him for a long time.

Then both arms snapped down and hung at both sides with a sense of righteousness.