Recurrence of the Unwanted Chapter 7

When they returned, the second evening self-study session had already begun. Lao Ma was sitting in the front watching the study. After receiving his signal, Aiden King returned to his seat silently.

Everyone in the room was writing furiously, except Ethan Cole, who was lying on the table with the newly distributed exercise book open and held vertically in front of his face. The human-cat lay behind the exercise book, half dead with his eyes closed.

"Let me in for a moment." said Aiden King.

After about two seconds, Ethan Cole opened his eyes and sat up. He stared at him for a long time before he seemed to recognize who he was.

"Please come in." Ethan Cole stood up, yawning.

When Aiden King passed by him, he felt that he was a little weak.

A big boy, 185cm tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, looked so weak that it seemed as if he would lose half his life if he moved.

He returned to his seat, took out his book, and Ethan Cole fell on the table again.

Aiden King had a vague feeling that Lao Ma was looking at him with a very worried look. When he looked up, he and Lao Ma's eyes met.

After a moment, he returned his gaze to the book and said in a low voice, "Hello."

The people around me died terribly.

"Hey." Aiden King sighed and gave him a fake kick under the table, "Don't play dead."

Ethan Cole remained in the same position without moving, but he opened his eyes and looked at him.

Aiden King opened his schoolbag and took out the plastic bag inside while saying, "This is the rice cake from this morning. I don't want to owe you a favor. Do you like to eat it..."

Before he could finish his words, the eyes of someone lying on the ground lit up.

"Give it back to me?" Ethan Cole sat up straight and looked at the two baked sugar cakes. "Half a rice cake for two cakes?"

Aiden King said expressionlessly, "It's half a rice cake, with a whole piece of jujube and walnuts in it."

"It's fair, isn't it?" Ethan Cole couldn't help but laugh, and stretched out his long legs bent under the table, smiling, "I accept it, and I'll give you a song of gratitude."

Aiden King was speechless as he watched him take the two pancakes, tear open the bag and start biting into them.

He was a little more restrained in eating than he was the night before, but still not very polite. He took three bites of two stacked sugar cakes, and his cheeks bulged to the size of ping-pong balls.

But watching this guy wolfing down his food actually makes people feel comfortable, as if that's how food should be eaten.

Aiden King read for a while and suddenly felt bored, so he lowered his head and turned a page.

Soon, a piece of toilet paper was pushed over. On it was written a line of words in black pen: "Cakes are more expensive than cakes. Next time you have trouble, I will protect you."

The handwriting was elegant and heroic. Aiden King curled his lips indifferently, wrote four words and pushed it back: No need to look for it.

The class was quiet. I sat in the last row and looked forward, and the back of my head was covered in layers of darkness.

Repeaters are different in the entire senior year of high school. Because they have been to the battlefield and "died" in a battle, they know better how to fight for it. In a sense, they are more knowledgeable than the freshmen in the senior year of high school.

After Aiden King finished reading the chapter about resistance, he took out a thick leather-bound notebook from his schoolbag.

This is the growth diary of the Crab. It has been there since the first prototype of Crab 1.0 was built on paper a few years ago. Every material update and modeling adjustment is recorded in this book. Later, when the Crab gradually took shape, Aiden King wrote its game records in this book, and occasionally wrote a few random things.

But most of the time, he would not write about his own affairs on it. He would only chat with himself when he was very uneasy. This instinct gave him a great sense of security.

He flipped through the yellowed pages of records and wrote the date on a new blank sheet of paper.

"It's the last day of July, and the English Middle School has started school. The nurse said that if Dad doesn't wake up within this week, he will turn into a vegetable. I can't bear to think about it. I hope Xiaoxie can wake Dad up soon."

Aiden King paused for a moment, and wrote on another line------

"But luck can only do this. Next year I will take Little Crab even higher."

Ethan Cole suddenly knocked on the door through his notebook. "Young man, your notebook is so tall, you are not writing in a diary, are you?"

Aiden King rolled his eyes and added another line.

"Also, the English-Chinese repeat class is full of smoke and a confusing hungry wolf is sitting next to it."

Ethan Cole sighed with some regret across the upright notebook, "Young man, you seem to be a bit disinterested."

After the second evening self-study get out of class, Ethan Cole lowered his head, pressed a few times on his phone, and walked out. Not long after he left, Lucas Hayes sat down next to him.

"Hey. I think I need to tell you something."

"Hmm?" Aiden King raised his eyes from the book.

Gao Gao hissed in embarrassment and lowered his voice, "A man shouldn't gossip behind people's backs, but I just heard people talking about this man in the toilet." He tapped Ethan Cole's desk with his finger, "He seems a bit confused."

Aiden King smiled and said, "No need to be polite. It's about collecting protection money."

"You know all this?" Lucas Hayes's eyes widened. "How did you know?"

Aiden King paused, "It's a long story."

"Ah." Gao Gao said again, "Anyway, you should be careful and don't get too close. It's not that I can't afford to offend you, but you're in your senior year of high school and you have a lot of family matters to deal with. You don't want to cause more trouble."

Aiden King nodded, "Don't worry, if he dares to come and cause trouble, I'll clamp his legs off."

Gao Gao laughed, "Brother Crab is awesome."

Ethan Cole did not come back during the third self-study period, but Lao Ma came in and asked everyone to stop writing.

"Let's talk about the mock exam this weekend." He paused and looked at Aiden King helplessly, "Where's Ethan Cole?"

"I don't know." Aiden King told the truth.

Lao Ma sighed, "Okay, I'll go first."

"According to the tradition of British middle schools, there will be a class test in two weeks, but this test has nothing to do with our repeater class. The school has prepared a mock test for you this weekend to help you recover quickly and allow the teachers to get a good feel for each of you."

Everyone down there was serious and used to being deprived of their weekends, so no one complained.

Lao Ma added, "This test only tests math and science, and it will be completed in one day. The difficulty will even be higher than this year's college entrance examination, so everyone should be mentally prepared."

The students nodded and took out their study materials to continue doing the exercises. Connor Reeves and Dylan Scott, who were sitting in the front, put their heads together to discuss a force analysis in an electromagnetic field. Aiden King, who was very sensitive to physics, sat in the back and listened for a while. The two had their own ideas, but they were both a bit confusing.

He casually pulled over a piece of paper, quickly reconstructed the original question from their discussion, then drew a force analysis diagram with a few strokes, tapped the paper twice with his fingertips, and casually wrote down a 12.

"Will it be 12 cows in the end?" Dylan Scott asked Connor Reeves.

Connor Reeves nodded, "Yes."

Aiden King folded the paper again, casually stuffed it into the desk, and continued to read his principles of dynamics.

Halfway through the self-study session, Ethan Cole came back with four five-yuan bills in his hand.

Aiden King felt that one of his nerves was twitching.

He was about to speak when his cell phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from the agent.

"I have contacted two people for you. One hundred and twenty for the daytime and eighty for the nighttime. If it's possible, I will ask them to add you."

Aiden King breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, give them my number."

A few minutes later, two messages appeared in the WeChat address book, and two strangers added me.

A netizen with the name "Youai Part-time Job No. 109" left a message: Hello Mr. Xie, I am a part-time hospital monitor recommended by Youai agency - daytime - 120 days.

Another user named "Zhua" left a message: Hello, I make eighty a night.

For some reason, Aiden King instinctively felt that the person working the night shift might be more suitable for this kind of informal job.

He greeted each of them one by one after they passed by, and then sent photos of Li Jingyi and the driver and security guard around him - "Just these few people, contact me immediately if you see them."

The person on the day shift responded very quickly, and after a few exchanges, the work details were quickly finalized. He also said that Mr. Xie was welcome to come for a job review at any time.

The night shift worker didn't reply for half a day, leaving his employer in the cold for no reason.

Aiden King continued reading while waiting for his reply. Ethan Cole was sleeping beside him and did not wake up until the get out of class was over. He stretched himself, grabbed his phone and walked out.

The men's restroom was facing the back door. Aiden King watched him walk into the restroom, and two unfamiliar boys suddenly ran out with terrified looks on their faces.

Aiden King was speechless.

The phone vibrated and the person on night shift responded.

Zhuai: How do I pay? Can I get paid on a daily basis?

Aiden King was stunned for a moment, and replied: Just transfer the money here, it will be settled within a week at the earliest. Did you receive the photos?

After a while, the other party said: Okay, I'll work tonight.

...on the clock?

Before Aiden King could react, the other party continued to bargain: How about settling the bill in three days? I’ll give you ten yuan off for every two hundred yuan you spend.

Aiden King:......

Dramatic: Okay, thank you, boss?

Aiden King: Okay. Tap the wall clock in the lobby of the inpatient department every hour.

The other party sent a laughing expression and did not reply, seeming to be very disdainful of this disguised form of supervision.

"Can you find those two people?" Lucas Hayes asked worriedly after school. "I looked at the chat records. The one during the day was okay, but why does the one at night seem so unreliable?"

Aiden King walked with him among the high school seniors who were leaving school, and said casually, "I think someone who is a bit more involved can handle Li Jingyi and the others better. But it also depends on whether he has a sense of responsibility. Let's observe him first."

When I returned to the dormitory, the whole corridor was noisy, washbasins were bumping against each other, and boys were walking around in slippers with a clattering sound.

Aiden King simply packed his bathing stuff and planned to go to the bathing garden of Yingzhong with Lucas Hayes. Before he left the house, Ethan Cole came in from outside, opened the cabinet as soon as he entered the room, took out the nylon rope and stuffed it into his schoolbag, and also stuffed a flashlight and a ceramic fruit knife.

Gao Gao gave him a look, and Aiden King was not surprised. He just thought that this guy got up early today, and there were many students taking a shower outside, so he was going out to cause trouble for some gangsters.

I don’t know what those hooligans outside Yingzhong have done to attract the attention of this gentleman.

Just as Aiden King was about to leave, the door was pushed open and Zhang Xi came back.

"Friends." Zhang Xi leaned against the door, "Have you heard about the incident in the administration building?"

"What's going on in the administrative building?" Gao Gao asked.

"It's been rumored all day today that the incident was caused by someone from your repeat class. Haven't you heard about this?"

Aiden King paused, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xi took a deep breath, "Last night, a few groups of fresh graduates were drinking on campus and said they saw a ghost on the roof of the administration building, wandering around on the rooftop."

Aiden King paused. Gao Gao asked, "What does this have to do with our repeat class?"

"Didn't Connor Reeves from your class jump off a building?" Zhang Xi sighed, "But some people said that he was just putting on a show and that his heart wasn't sincere, which caused dissatisfaction among the ghosts and gods. Some people also said that a few decades ago someone in Yingzhong really jumped off a building, from that building, and died in pieces. They said that Connor Reeves brought out the resentment of that great god."

Gao Gao laughed out loud, "What the hell? You even spread it so convincingly. You're already in the third year of high school, can you talk about science?"

Zhang Xi laughed and sighed, "It's really ridiculous. People just spread it for fun. Maybe if it's spread too much, it will sound a bit scary."

Gao Gao put on a big vest and called Aiden King to go with him. Aiden King walked to the door, and Ethan Cole suddenly whispered beside him, "Did you see it last night?"

Aiden King said nothing, but stopped and looked at him intently.

Ethan Cole's expression was unusually serious. "I saw it, but I thought it was an illusion."

Aiden King paused, "Me too."

Ethan Cole took a breath and said, "Wipe it."

The author has something to say: It was a dark and windy night. The person typing on the keyboard opened the door and saw Diadan carrying a small cloth bag walking towards the entrance of the egg house.

I chased after him, looking confused as he was typing on the keyboard. What were you doing in the middle of the night?

I found a temporary job. The guy snapped his fingers proudly, eighty for one night, six or six?

Six, six, six. The keyboarder paused. What kind of job is this? Is it selling one's body? Is it dangerous?

Don't worry, Zaidan snorted, he just hired me to be a sneaky little intelligence egg.

Ah. The keyboard player said that the flash egg slept alone tonight.

There's nothing we can do about it, this is life. Dradan sighed and whistled again, telling him not to be sad, and that he would treat him to breakfast tomorrow.

In the silence of typing on the keyboard, I watched the heroic and proud figure of Zhadan walk away.

Isn't it always me who pays for breakfast? The person typing on the keyboard muttered, "No one has ever paid me."