On Path of Distraction Chapter 10

Ever since he began to cultivate his character and follow the harmonious and friendly socialist path, Blake Lin felt that his temper had actually improved a lot.

But no matter how good your temper is, you can't just stretch your arms.

The stretching also has a delay.

It was fine when the clothes were pulled while walking, but it fell off when I was about to shake hands.

It made sense last time when he was picking up the luggage, but if he still believed this kind of scam where the car stopped and he had to run to the front and sit down, his IQ might have dropped to a level not much lower than Liang Jian’s.

Blake Lin watched Caleb Shi for a while, then suddenly held his elbow and shook him twice.

...

The effect is even pretty realistic.

He had no strength to lift his arm, but he just stretched it and swayed along very professionally.

Blake Lin couldn't help but laugh himself out loud: "You don't want to shake hands with me, right?"

"No." Caleb Shi said, "Yes---"

Blake Lin raised his eyebrows: "What is it?"

Caleb Shi: ...

I don't want to shake hands.

Caleb Shi clenched his left hand, which was hanging by his side, and then slowly loosened it.

It’s not like they can’t just touch and go, but they are in school now.

New school, first day of school.

He didn't want to take the risk, didn't want to lose control, didn't want to cause trouble, and didn't want to hurt anyone.

Blake Lin looked at him for a while, frowned and wanted to speak, but Liang Jian, who had just finished reveling in himself, suddenly popped up and asked, "Brother Jian, what are you doing here?"

Probably because he had suppressed too much energy in class, Liang saw that this boy couldn't stop getting excited. He looked at Caleb Shi's arm hanging by his side and subconsciously reached out: "What's wrong? Did Ren Wen fight with you just now? No way---"

Before he could finish his words, Blake Lin pulled him back: "Don't touch it, it will stretch you."

"Stretched again?"

Liang Jian was startled, thinking that this new roommate of Jian Ge might be a little fragile, so he took his hand back: "How did you do that?"

"I pulled it too hard." Blake Lin glanced at Caleb Shi and said, "Good student, you are not strong enough."

It was hard to tell his tone when he was being unreasonable. Caleb Shi glanced at him, but couldn't quite make out what these words meant.

Now that the matter was settled, Blake Lin had no intention of taking a nap here, so he turned around and went downstairs.

Liang Jian quickly followed.

At this time, I don’t know if the mung bean soup on the third floor of the cafeteria has been distributed.

He walked a little faster in the forest, and went down to the first floor in two steps. Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone calling him from behind: "Wait a moment."

Unexpectedly, he could still keep up. Blake Lin turned around and asked, "Anything else?"

As he spoke, he grabbed Liang Jian, who was rushing too fast, and pulled him back by the collar.

"I'm not a good student." Caleb Shi handed him a few pages of paper in his hand, "Thank you for what I did just now."

Blake Lin took the paper, but didn't raise his hand immediately. He just looked down.

I don't know what's written on it. It has several pages, and is clamped with a transparent clip. There's even a simple cover made of blank rough paper on the outside.

Thinking of Caleb Shi's appearance just now, for some unknown reason, Blake Lin suddenly popped up in his mind the scene of the little zombie jumping and following them down the stairs.

He took the pages and after a long pause, he finally smiled: "Okay... let's go to the cafeteria?"

Caleb Shi shook his head, made sure he had it firmly in his hand, then turned around and went back to the stairwell.

-

The good news is that the mung bean soup in the cafeteria has not been distributed out and there is still some left at the bottom of the bucket.

Liang Jian pestered the canteen chef for a long time and finally got him to serve them all the leftovers. He came back happily with a bowl of green beans and two bowls of soup: "What's the bad news?"

Blake Lin had just finished two meals and was playing with his phone with one hand while holding chopsticks: "Ren Wen went to the grade group and said that the nature of this incident was very bad and that they were looking for the B@st@ard who came to ask questions at noon."

Liang Jian: ...

They arrived too late, there were only a few dishes left, and there were almost no people in the cafeteria.

The aunt was cleaning the tables one by one, clutching a rag as she moved quickly from one table to another. Her movements were so agile that it was dazzling.

"Not really?"

Liang Jian moved to the side, giving his aunt more room to express herself: "It must be made up. She wouldn't use such intimate words as wanted and B@st@ard."

Blake Lin nodded, picked up a bowl of mung bean soup and brought it over: "She is the worst one, and the second half belongs to the head teacher."

...

Liang Jian sat in grief for a long time, then banged his head on the table with his arm.

Timing your visit to the cafeteria is a technical job.

If you come too early, the auntie is afraid that they will sell out, and her hands will shake so much that she can break a spoonful into half a spoonful. If you come too late, the portions are usually very large, but you can choke to death with the soup.

Blake Lin looked at the soup poured on the rice, mixed the rice and vegetables, and saw that Liang Jian was still dying, so he cast a spell on his head: "That's enough, do you still expect Ren Wen to remember you?"

"Why can't you remember?" Liang Jian was very depressed and pulled the hand on his head away. "Because I almost slapped a 200 yuan door on her 20,000 yuan nose?"

Blake Lin took two bites of rice and said, "She has taught you for a year. How can she remember you? You are wanted by the senior group."

Liang Jian blinked his eyes, still trying to figure out the logical relationship here, but Blake Lin had already put down his chopsticks, grabbed his phone and stood up.

"What's wrong?" Liang Jian was stunned for a moment, then looked up and asked, "You don't want to eat anymore?"

"Eat." Blake Lin felt that he might have eaten the most essential part of the dish, the salt. He wanted to turn into a bat and hang on the beam. "Buy some water."

Liang Jian quickly raised his hand to hand over his meal card: "I want an iced Coke!"

"You look like ice cola." Blake Lin laughed, didn't take his card, and walked towards the window in the corner of the cafeteria.

Hegao has a large student population, and there are work-study quotas at every window in the cafeteria. Students who come to work can get free meals and receive wages based on their hours.

It’s not much, but it can be used as living expenses.

There was a young girl selling water. She moved a little slowly and was quite introverted. She didn't dare to look up or speak when she saw people.

They usually don't come here to buy things unless they have nothing to do, so as not to scare people.

Blake Lin ordered a glass of ice water and a Coke, then leaned against the wall and waited for her to come back and get them. He looked at his phone for a while, and suddenly an incoming call popped up on the screen.

It’s Lao Wan who called.

Blake Lin always felt that their new head teacher was a little nagging. If it weren't for the sake of friendliness, he wouldn't really want to answer the call.

In fact, he is not that familiar with Lao Wan.

Just two days before school started, his cell phone was confiscated by the dormitory manager. The new head teacher patiently lectured him for half an hour in front of the dormitory manager about the negative impact of cell phones on classmates' learning, and then got his cell phone back.

To be honest, Blake Lin felt that not only did he not listen at the time, but Lao Wan might not even know what he said.

After all, Lao Wan himself called him on his cell phone.

There was no iced Coke outside, so the girl went back to the warehouse to look for it, which would probably take another two minutes.

The phone was still ringing patiently. Blake Lin was fully prepared. He took a deep breath and answered the phone: "Sorry, the user you dialed is---"

"Blake Lin." Lao Wan said with a smile, "Did you go to ask the physics teacher questions? Come to the grade group after dinner. I have something to talk to you about."

...

Blake Lin raised his eyebrows.

Ren Wen has taught their class for a year, but she still can’t recognize all the students. It shouldn’t be possible for her to catch up with them so quickly.

There were only three of them in the office, and apart from Ren Wen, there was no one else. There might be surveillance, but considering the little things she did, she probably didn't have the confidence to let the school investigate.

He leaned against the wall, went over the situation in his mind, and frowned.

"Why are there no outsiders?"

Liang Jian slammed the Coke on the table and regretted it so much: "I was careless. How could I forget about that nerd!"

Blake Lin didn't say anything. He ate most of the rice with water and put down his chopsticks.

Liang Jian was obviously not in the mood to drink his ice cola. He paced back and forth at the table, looking worried.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Blake Lin said, "It's nothing serious."

After all, they have to be in the first grade group. Liang Jian thinks it's a big deal: "What if Ren Wen insists on saying that we are going to cause trouble? Disrespecting the teacher, breaking into the office, deliberately making trouble..."

"Is there any evidence?" Blake Lin asked.

Liang Jian was stunned.

There was a small piece of torn paper in the grade group. He didn't write a single word on it, and it was impossible to tell which student it belonged to.

Ren Wen is responsible for checking people's nostrils, but she can't tell which face has entered. Even if she really recognizes someone, as long as he denies it, there is no other way except to check the surveillance.

If you go back and borrow someone else's test paper to print a new one, it won't even be useful as physical evidence.

Only these naive students in the cultural class can intimidate a teacher of this level.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that!"

Liang Jian's worry turned into joy, and he followed Blake Lin out of the cafeteria: "You can't blame me. I haven't been punished yet. I can't just give my first time to someone like this so carelessly..."

Blake Lin glanced at him, too lazy to disturb his self-pity, so he unscrewed the bottle and took a sip of water.

"By the way, Brother Jian." Liang Jian trotted a few steps and then compared the confession with him, "What if the nerd really admitted it? What should we say?"

The whole class was united in their hatred for Ren Wen. Liang Jian had no objection to saving an innocent trapped classmate, but he instinctively distrusted those good students who only knew how to study, listen and abide by school rules and regulations.

He has no courage at all and is very obedient, answering whatever the teacher asks.

They are not the same kind of people at all.

Blake Lin frowned, pushed open the door of the teaching building, and said nothing.

The grade group was on the first floor. As soon as Liang Jian entered the building, he fell silent as if someone had strangled him, and followed him quietly as a chicken.

The phone buzzed twice, and Lao Wan sent two more text messages.

Blake Lin was a little annoyed. Without looking at it carefully, he casually flicked away the reminder, exited the search page for "What is the problem of not wanting to be touched?", and put away his phone.

The door of the grade group was open, and Ren Wen, Lao Wan and several teachers in charge of the grade group were inside.

Caleb Shi is also there.

Liang Jian was very nervous and tried to move forward without turning his legs, but was pulled back by Blake Lin.

The two men blocked the door and did not go in immediately.

"Student Caleb Shi, you just came to our school, so it's normal that none of your classmates know you."

Their director was sitting in front of the table. The usually ferocious-looking man became kind and instructive, and it looked like he was engaging in some illegal pyramid scheme.

Director: "Let's say that in the office at that time, besides your teacher Ren Wen, do you remember any other names?"

Caleb Shi nodded.

The director was very kind: "What's your name?"

Caleb Shi: "Lambda."