Later, it turned out that he was just relaxing occasionally; when it was time to study, he still ranked first in the grade as usual. The teachers of Class Ten were all used to this young master’s style—so long as his grades were fine, they barely bothered to manage him.

Ethan Brooks didn’t feel guilty at all: “You really understand us students best. I was just too sleepy this morning, so I moved around a bit to wake myself up and get my brain going.”

He said this in a joking tone, and scattered laughter came from the class. Ethan Brooks loved being in the spotlight like this, and was about to crack another joke when someone behind him gently kicked his calf, signaling him not to block the way.

Ethan Brooks shut his mouth and walked forward.

“Logan Carter,” the physics teacher said to the tallest boy, “you ranked first in the grade for physics in this week’s test. The exam was quite difficult, and getting a perfect score proves you really put in the hard work and research. You deserve praise.”

Hearing this, Ethan Brooks turned to glance at Logan Carter with a strange look.

That guy, working hard at physics? After teaching him for over a year, Old Feng still didn’t realize this one was a natural talent?

The more he thought about it, the funnier it seemed. A few boys nearby were also struggling to hold back their laughter, but the one being praised showed no change in expression, his long lashes lowering.

“Thank you, teacher.”

He really put on a good act.

The boy, fresh from exercise, radiated youthful energy. Even though he was only in his second year of high school, Logan Carter already had broad shoulders, and the muscles in his arms stood out in clear lines as he picked up his books.

Next to Gavin Dawson, Ian Scott watched with excitement: “The class monitor is so handsome! That gorgeous face has moved right into my heart today!”

Gavin Dawson gave a half-hearted smile: “If he’s already living in your heart, why don’t you go for him?”

“He’s living in my heart, so just looking at him is enough. So many people like him—if I really dated him, I’d either die of jealousy or exhaustion…” As Ian Scott spoke, she seemed to be swept away by her own fantasy, then changed the subject: “If he smiled at me, I wouldn’t mind working a little harder.”

Gavin Dawson couldn’t be bothered to respond and got up to leave the classroom.

There were lots of students coming and going in the hallway. Gavin Dawson watched the spider plants hanging from the floor above, feeling a bit bored, when suddenly someone called his name.

Gavin Dawson turned around, his eyes lighting up.

Nathaniel Jenkins was holding two cups of milk tea, smiling brightly at him. The girl’s long hair, dyed chestnut, was tied up in a bun. She wore lipstick, and under her oversized school uniform was a white camisole.

Ever since he was young, Gavin Dawson had always liked bold and glamorous girls. Ian Scott used to tease him that his taste in girls hadn’t changed in ten years.

Gavin Dawson lowered his voice and smiled at her: “Why did you bring two cups?”

“One for you, one for your class monitor.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Gavin Dawson’s smile froze and faded a bit: “Logan Carter?”

Nathaniel Jenkins didn’t notice his change in mood: “Half sugar is yours, thirty percent sugar is for your class monitor. Don’t mix them up—he doesn’t like sweet drinks.”

Seeing Nathaniel Jenkins hand both milk teas to him, Gavin Dawson had no choice but to take them. Nathaniel Jenkins said, “Let him know I gave it to him, and say thanks for me.”

Gavin Dawson carried the two cups of milk tea back into the classroom.

His gaze swept vaguely around the room, finally landing—reluctantly—on the seat by the window, fourth row from the back.

The boy sitting there was tall with long legs and a great figure. Earlier, Ian Scott had been raving about how handsome that face was.

To be fair, he really was good-looking.

Just needed a beating.

Expressionless, Gavin Dawson put the milk tea on Logan Carter’s desk: “Nathaniel Jenkins gave this to you.”

At some point, the classmates’ gazes had started drifting over. Logan Carter lifted his eyes.

He had single eyelids, with long, thick lashes, and always looked a bit aloof and indifferent when he looked at people.

The boy’s slender fingers spun the milk tea lid: “I don’t drink this.”

Gavin Dawson held back his impatience: “This one’s thirty percent sugar, not sweet.”

Before Logan Carter could reply, he added, “If you don’t want it, throw it away yourself.”

Seeing him put down the milk tea and leave, Ethan Brooks, who sat next to Logan Carter, made a sound and leaned forward.

Being in the same class, everyone could more or less sense that Gavin Dawson didn’t really like Logan Carter. Ethan Brooks had his earphones in and hadn’t caught the part about Nathaniel Jenkins’s gift, so seeing such an unbelievable scene, he was a bit dazed: “Is the world ending? I actually saw Gavin Dawson bring you a drink. Road Dog, do you think there’s poison in this cup?”

Logan Carter suddenly laughed.

“What are you laughing at?” Ethan Brooks asked, baffled. “Is there really poison?”

“No poison,” Logan Carter said, pulling out the physics problems he’d missed last class, planning to look at them later if he had time. “Just thought the way he acted was pretty funny.”

To be honest, Gavin Dawson’s manner just now looked more like a challenge than a milk tea delivery.

When he came back, Ian Scott tried to hold back but couldn’t contain her curiosity: “Where’d you get the milk tea?”

Gavin Dawson pressed his tongue against his cheek: “Nathaniel Jenkins gave it to him.”

“……” For a moment, Ian Scott didn’t know what to say.