This time, the exam proctor was a combination of a teacher and a student leader. When Jack Stewart was distributing the test papers, he immediately recognized Samuel Clark, who was wearing a thin fleece jacket with her face buried in the collar.

During the exam, Samuel Clark was concentrating on answering the questions when suddenly, a paper ball was thrown from behind, bounced off the edge of her desk, and landed at her feet. Before she could open it, the chief proctor walked over, picked it up, unfolded it, and looked at it with a stern face: "What is this?"

"I haven't had a chance to open it yet," Samuel Clark said calmly.

The teacher was provoked by her indifferent attitude and became angry: "This is cheating. What do you take the teacher for? How dare you cheat in a competition?"

"I didn't," Samuel Clark replied, neither humble nor arrogant. She put down her pen. "If you decide I'm cheating just because of a random piece of paper, I can give up on this exam."

"You—"

Jack Stewart walked over and politely asked the teacher to step outside into the corridor. No one knew what Jack Stewart said to the teacher, but when he came back in, he said to Samuel Clark, "Just focus on your exam for now. This matter was mishandled by us earlier. After the exam, I'll give you an answer."

Samuel Clark nodded and picked up her pen to continue the exam.

After the exam, it rained again outside. Samuel Clark stood in the corridor, staring blankly at the curtain of rain. Behind her, people brushed past each other, and the noise mixed with the sound of rain was very loud.

A few sharp voices reached Samuel Clark's ears. "Even good students cheat."

"I couldn't tell. I used to use her anatomy notes as a model. I didn't expect her to be so vain," someone chimed in.

As the rain eased, Samuel Clark straightened her back, opened her umbrella, and walked out. The news about Samuel Clark being caught cheating spread quickly, with various versions circulating and the incident continuing to ferment. But she seemed completely unaffected, either feeding the cat or studying, leaving Sophie Hill with no way to comfort her.

When Evelyn Baker returned, only Samuel Clark was in the dorm. She had just finished washing her hair and was drying it with a towel. Water droplets shook off onto the orange cat's back. The kitten lazily rolled over, exposing its belly and giving a vigorous shake. Seeing this, she smiled.

Evelyn Baker walked to her desk to put down her books. The orange cat padded over to her feet and sniffed. Evelyn Baker thought it was something else and screamed in fright. When she realized it was the cat, she kicked it and cursed, "Get lost."

The orange cat was kicked aside, narrowed its eyes, and let out a "meow" before immediately pouncing to bite her. Evelyn Baker turned pale with fear, tears springing to her eyes.

Samuel Clark's tone was cold: "1017, come back!"

1017 really did relax at Samuel Clark's voice. It circled Evelyn Baker twice, growled at her a few times, then padded softly back to Samuel Clark's side.

Evelyn Baker was pale, slumped beside her chair.

"Sorry, if you don't kick it next time, this won't happen."

Just as Samuel Clark was about to say something else, her phone received a text message. She glanced at it, grabbed an umbrella, and went out.

Jason Harris and his group were halfway through physical training on the field when it started pouring, so they had to break up. A group of boys marched back to the dormitory.

David Lewis kicked open the dorm door, cursing, "Damn, this rain is so heavy, it's like hail falling on my head."

Jason Harris walked in with his hands in his pockets. After taking off his jacket, he felt uncomfortable from being soaked. He crossed his arms and pulled off his blue training uniform, revealing two rows of firm, lean abs and smooth muscle lines.

Nathan Scott took a breath: "Damn, who can handle this?"

Jason Harris pressed his tongue against his left cheek and made a dirty joke: "Why don't you try handling it tonight and see for yourself?"

Nathan Scott threw a white towel at him hard, his voice trembling: "You pervert."

After showering, some of the boys read, some watched movies. Jason Harris sat in a chair, and after listening to a voice message from Aunt Scott, his brows furrowed.

Nathan Scott handed him a can of Coke and asked, "What's up with my mom?"

"Nothing. She said that when she was walking Man Dad these days, she noticed he was restless and kept wrecking the house because he was unhappy." Jason Harris pulled the tab, bubbles rising on the aluminum surface.

"Unhappy about what?"

Jason Harris felt a headache and almost laughed. "What else could it be? '喂' is gone and he's upset."

"In heat? '喂' is a little female cat, right?" Nathan Scott found it curious.

"Probably," Jason Harris took a sip of Coke, leaning back in his chair. "I'll go buy him a companion another day."

"喂" was an orange cat that Jason Harris picked up as a stray two months ago while out walking Man Dad. Since Jason Harris was too lazy to name it, and was always calling it to eat, he simply named it "喂" ("Hey" or "Feed").

At first, the German Shepherd and the orange cat fought every day, and Jason Harris always had to separate them. But after a while, the two actually started cuddling together to play with toys, and their relationship grew closer.

But after raising the cat for just over a month, it ran away from home and never came back. During that time, the German Shepherd was listless, and Jason Harris even went out several times to look for it.

But in such a vast sea of people, how easy is it to find a lost cat?