Logan Carter knew this teacher had a temper, but he didn’t expect him to be this irritable.

　　But it made sense—over twenty students, both boys and girls, skipping class like this. From the podium, the classroom must look like an old lady’s mouth, full of gaps where teeth are missing.

　　Just one glance is enough to make you feel annoyed.

　　Seeing Logan Carter fall silent, everyone felt a bit guilty for dragging him down: “Class monitor, you go knock on the door. The teacher will definitely let you in.”

　　Even Gavin Dawson didn’t object to this suggestion.

　　Ethan Brooks had also brought out Logan Carter’s workbook earlier. Logan Carter flipped through it: “Chapters seven and eight, right? I can finish one chapter before class ends. For the other, you guys can look up the answers on your phones?”

　　The whole group was about to be moved to tears.

　　What kind of power is this? Just one sentence gave everyone an unparalleled sense of security.

　　This is the power of a top student.

　　Their workbook was compiled by the chemistry teachers at No. 1 High School. There weren’t many questions in each chapter, but they were tough. You could hardly find the exact questions online—only similar ones, so you had to deduce the answers.

　　The students who were a bit better at studying split up the questions and started searching and calculating as they went.

　　Gavin Dawson didn’t even qualify to take a question, but this slacker still fanned the flames: “The man-versus-machine battle is about to begin! Who can finish their homework first in 15 minutes? When the bell rings, will we congratulate the phone group, or congratulate Logan Carter—”

　　Logan Carter spun his pen and looked at him: “Why do you talk so much?”

　　Gavin Dawson: “My mouth has a mind of its own. It likes to babble. I can’t suppress its nature.”

　　Logan Carter’s gaze fell on his lips.

　　Gavin Dawson felt like he’d been hooked.

　　In that instant, it was as if a current shot down his spine. Gavin Dawson thought this was a new way of provoking him, so he provoked back: “Never seen it before?”

　　Logan Carter: “No, I haven’t.”

　　He suddenly became so easygoing that Gavin Dawson had a bad feeling.

　　Logan Carter drawled, “Since your mouth has so many ideas, why don’t you let it help you with the chemistry problems?”

　　Gavin Dawson: “……”

　　Author’s note: Isn’t that what you’re here for?

Chapter 8: Hospital

　　With four minutes left, Logan Carter finished the workbook.

　　A little while later, the students who were looking up answers on their phones also managed to cobble together a completed chapter. Everyone took photos of the workbook, started a discussion group, and shared answers in the chat. The atmosphere was cheerful and lively.

　　When the chemistry teacher came out, he saw a stack of workbooks neatly arranged on the floor, as if waiting for inspection.

　　His gaze first swept over Logan Carter, then the others: “All finished?”

　　The students nodded one after another. The chemistry teacher told them to have someone follow the class rep to deliver the workbooks to the office.

　　“If the accuracy rate is high, I’ll consider you all did well. Skipping this class will be overlooked. But if there are too many mistakes, you’ll still have to copy the key points.”

　　A few girls quickly said, “Thank you, teacher.”

　　“Go on in.” The chemistry teacher stepped aside. “No next time. If there is, don’t disappear from my class.”

　　They entered the classroom.

　　Ian Scott twisted open his water bottle and took a big gulp. Gavin Dawson was looking for his power bank when he suddenly heard Ian Scott sigh.

　　“I think the class monitor is actually pretty nice.”

　　Gavin Dawson didn’t even look up: “Haven’t you always thought he was nice?”

　　“It’s different. Before, I had a fan filter. With his looks and the top student aura, I just admired him as a male idol. But after everything that’s happened lately, I really think he’s a good person.”

　　Gavin Dawson didn’t respond.

　　“Bro, you still can’t stand him?”

　　Ian Scott turned his head and saw Gavin Dawson had found his power bank. He plugged in his phone, then, as if remembering something, lazily curled his lips.

　　Ian Scott heard Gavin Dawson’s ambiguous reply.

　　“Whatever.”

　　-

　　On Friday night, when Logan Carter got home, Yale King had just finished playing mahjong with a group of wealthy ladies and was telling the housekeeper to clean up.

　　Seeing Logan Carter, someone said, “Xingci has grown so tall!”

　　“This child is blessed—takes after his mother.”

　　“His grades are good too, right? I heard from our Yuanyuan that in the last joint exam, Xingci got first place in Ning City.” One of the ladies smiled, half envious, half flattering, and said to Yale King, “How did you raise him so well?”

　　“I didn’t really do much.” Yale King smiled. “He’s always been mature for his age.”

　　Yale King was slender and elegant, with delicate features. Except for the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, she didn’t look her age at all.

　　After seeing off her mahjong friends, Yale King turned to Logan Carter. She caught a faint scent of tobacco on him and paused: “Did you smoke?”

　　“Just went to the internet café for a bit,” Logan Carter said. “Didn’t smoke.”

　　Yale King hummed in response: “Your grandma took a fall last night. She’s in Nanshan Hospital now.”

　　Logan Carter was slightly taken aback: “Is it serious?”

　　“Not serious. I went to see her today—she’s in good spirits. She’ll be able to come home after the weekend.” Yale King relayed his grandma’s message: “She said she misses you. If you have time, go visit her at Nanshan.”

　　Logan Carter replied, “I’ll go tomorrow then.”

　　“Do you want me to go with you?”