Samuel Clark's rationality began to waver: "..."

Brian Cooper was also quite shocked. "Brian Cooper" was wearing a T-shirt with letter patterns and a pair of ripped jeans, looking like he was about to go skateboarding on the street at any moment.

The two were about the same height, and their clothes were both one-size-fits-all, so they could just barely wear each other's.

Samuel Clark and Brian Cooper rarely spoke in such unison or shared the same thought: "What are you wearing?!"

Samuel Clark: "I don't wear the school uniform. Now that you're in my body..." He suddenly realized how wild that sounded, paused, and then said, "Anyway, just change out of it."

Brian Cooper's expression wasn't good either. He said coldly, "You change your clothes too."

In the end, both took a step back. After changing clothes, they verbally agreed on three rules: First, don't break character; second, don't break character; third, don't break character.

Although they didn't know when this would end, a normally well-behaved student suddenly letting loose was a huge shock to teachers, classmates, and the student himself. The same went for the bad student.

Three rules agreed.

Brian Cooper asked, "What do you usually do during morning self-study?"

Samuel Clark: "Sleep."

Samuel Clark thought this might be a bit difficult for Brian Cooper, so he added, "If you can't sleep, there are two comic books in my desk. It's your turn now."

Summing up his morning self-study routine like this felt really weird. Brian Cooper was silent for a while before saying, "Memorize vocabulary, collect homework."

Samuel Clark thought about it: That didn't seem too hard.

Both tacitly avoided mentioning the tattoo and the key.

Strictly speaking, those were personal privacy matters, and now that they were in a special situation, besides, their relationship wasn't that close.

After breakfast, when they entered the classroom, most of Class 7, Grade 11, had already arrived.

After entering, Samuel Clark searched for a while before finding the college entrance exam English vocabulary handbook, randomly opened a page, and propped his chin up to read.

Brian Cooper's deskmate was a boy with glasses. Samuel Clark didn't have a deep impression of him, but since they were only separated by an aisle, he knew the guy was a diligent student, the bookworm type.

Samuel Clark had barely flipped a few pages when his deskmate cautiously poked him with a pen.

Samuel Clark turned his head: "What's up?"

The deskmate's admiration for the top student was like a surging river. He was introverted, looked a bit shy, and seemed embarrassed to speak. Samuel Clark saw his face turn red, as if he had summoned great courage to pull out a book from behind: "Top student, there's a function problem I don't understand, even after reading the answer."

As he spoke, he opened the green-covered exercise book that made Samuel Clark's heart tremble.

Given the functions f(x)=|x-a|, g(x)=x^2+2ax+1 (a is a normal number), and the graphs of f(x) and g(x) have the same y-intercept.

(1) Find the value of a

(2) Find the interval where f(x)+g(x) is monotonically increasing

(3) If n is a positive integer, prove: 10^f(n)(4/5)^g(n) < 4

Samuel Clark recognized all these words separately.

But put together, he couldn't understand a single sentence.

He even wanted to ask Brian Cooper's deskmate: What is an intercept?

He also wanted to ask Brian Cooper himself, why wasn't "explaining problems to your deskmate" included in the morning self-study activities? Damn it, he had no idea how to do this.

Chapter 8

Not only was Samuel Clark in chaos, but Brian Cooper, who was just an aisle away and clearly heard the words "function problem," wasn't doing much better.

No matter how calm Brian Cooper was, he didn't dare imagine what would happen next.

After entering the classroom, Brian Cooper pulled out his chair under the fearful gaze of John Thompson. The clothes he was wearing were the ones Samuel Clark had tossed to him from the wardrobe, a T-shirt with a relatively simple pattern.

Brian Cooper wasn't used to this kind of wide neckline.

He raised his hand and tugged at the collar. For some reason, the image that popped into his mind was Samuel Clark wearing the school uniform just now.

This person, Samuel Clark, even though he couldn't match the name to the face for a while, he had heard some rumors about him.

Not wearing the school uniform had caused quite a stir in Grade 10.

Brian Cooper didn't care about these things, but when he accidentally passed by a mirror before changing in the dorm, he was still stunned for a moment.

Samuel Clark in a school uniform... was different from what he had imagined, or rather, completely unexpected. If any teacher or student from No. 6 High had walked in at that moment, they probably would have been stunned on the spot.

The boy in the mirror wore a blue-gray school uniform, his sharpness still evident, but now with a bit of student-like aura that was usually hidden. He was already tall, a natural clothes hanger.

A "bad student" in a school uniform would attract even more attention walking around campus than he did now.

After changing, Brian Cooper realized he was probably the only one in the whole school who had seen Samuel Clark in a school uniform.

Once Brian Cooper pushed away the thought of "Samuel Clark in a school uniform," his former deskmate across the aisle was still waiting for "Brian Cooper" to answer the function problem.

Brian Cooper gave a low "ahem," signaling Samuel Clark not to say anything rash.

Samuel Clark slowly closed his eyes. Right now, he had no idea what to say.

Brian Cooper's deskmate's gaze was intense, shy, and full of expectation.