There are two bathrooms in the dorm. Maybe because Grace Sawyer was present, Brian Brooks and Jack Carter didn’t change clothes in the dorm, but instead grabbed their clothes and squeezed into the other bathroom together.

Grace Sawyer stared at the plush toy in her hand, quietly unzipped her backpack, and stuffed it inside.

But it was too big. She took the plush toy out again, then took everything out of her backpack and put it on Henry Bennett’s desk. With half the space cleared, she was finally able to fit it in.

Grace Sawyer curved her lips and zipped up the bag.

The next moment, Ethan Sawyer and two others came out of the bathroom at the same time.

This time, Grace Sawyer really felt like a thief. She immediately turned her back and walked calmly back to Ethan Sawyer’s spot.

Ethan Sawyer pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands and asked, “Have you decided?”

Grace Sawyer: “I’ll eat at home.”

Ethan Sawyer nodded, “Alright, I’ll walk you to the station.”

-

10 p.m.

When Henry Bennett returned to the dorm.

Brian Brooks and Jack Carter were sitting in front of the computer playing games, shouting about fighting and killing. Ethan Sawyer was lying on the bed, motionless. Hearing the sound of him coming back, he sleepily lifted his head, “Hey, Henry Bennett.”

Henry Bennett put his backpack on the desk, “What?”

“My sister just called me.” Ethan Sawyer handed him the phone, “She said you left something at her place. I asked what it was, but she wouldn’t say. You call her yourself.”

Henry Bennett opened the wardrobe but couldn’t find his clothes, “Call her and then give it to me.”

Ethan Sawyer was half dead with sleepiness. He lit up the screen, found Grace Sawyer’s number, dialed it, and handed the phone to Henry Bennett again. Henry Bennett took it, put the phone to his ear, and went to the balcony to collect his clothes.

The call was answered, and a voice called out, “Brother?”

Henry Bennett lazily said, “Kid, what did I leave at your place?”

“……” Grace Sawyer fell silent, then quickly and guiltily said, “Brother, it’s not that you left something at my place, it’s that I left something at yours.”

“What is it?”

Grace Sawyer answered honestly, “Homework.”

Henry Bennett responded indifferently, “Should I have your brother bring it to you tomorrow morning?”

“But I haven’t done it…”

“……”

Henry Bennett stopped folding his clothes. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly understood why she was calling him.

“You want me to do it for you?”

Maybe she also felt her request was unreasonable, so Grace Sawyer stammered, “I could have done it myself. But—but there’s a 500-word journal to write, and I won’t be able to finish it at school tomorrow morning.”

“……”

Henry Bennett smiled a little incredulously, “Why don’t you ask your brother?”

Grace Sawyer: “He won’t help me.”

Henry Bennett: “So you think I will?”

As soon as he said this, both sides fell silent.

After a long while, Grace Sawyer’s voice sounded on the verge of tears, muffled as she said, “Just help me write it… That teacher is really fierce. I used to dare not do other homework, but I never dared skip Chinese homework…”

“……”

“Why are you crying now?” Henry Bennett was speechless but amused. “Kid, how about this. Get up early tomorrow and do it at school. I’ll bring it to you early too, okay?”

She started sobbing, “No.”

Henry Bennett asked, “Why not?”

“I—I can’t get up… wuwuwu…”

“……”

Author’s note: Henry Bennett os: Why are you so confident about not being able to get up????????

Grace Sawyer: wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

Henry Bennett: “Alright, I’ll do it.”

Chapter 9: Secretly

She didn’t know if she was really flustered, or just scared by his distant and indifferent tone, but after saying this with little confidence, Grace Sawyer didn’t speak again, only letting out intermittent sobs.

Meanwhile, in the dorm, Jack Carter, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly slammed the keyboard hard, clattering away, then shouted, “Damn, is this support an idiot or what!”

The next moment, Ethan Sawyer threw a pillow over, “If you don’t quiet down, I’ll beat you into an idiot.”

“Ethan Sawyer! This is a matter of life and death!” Jack Carter’s voice sounded like it had a megaphone, “Damn it, stop sleeping, get up—”

Bombardment from both sides.

Henry Bennett pressed his lips together, turned, and closed the balcony door. He leaned against the railing, arms resting on it. Looking at the glowing streetlights below, he composed himself and softened his tone, “Kid, what time do you usually get to school?”

Grace Sawyer, still sobbing, answered honestly, “Seven forty.”

“Get up at seven?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you get up at six tomorrow?”

This time, Grace Sawyer didn’t respond.

Henry Bennett didn’t mind, carefully choosing his words, trying to reason with her, “Kid, this homework is an assignment from your teacher, it’s your own responsibility. If you didn’t bring it home, you can be honest with your teacher, apologize, and say you’ll make it up later. But you can’t have someone else do it for you.”

On the other end of the line, the little girl sniffled, then muffled a soft “mm.”

They hadn’t seen each other in two months, but this time she was actually willing to listen.

Henry Bennett breathed a slight sigh of relief, “So, can you get up at six tomorrow?”