“Trying to steal my spotlight, huh?” Lucky asked bluntly, “What were you babbling about just now? Still insisted on dragging William Bennett to keep you company.”

　　Samuel Wright scratched his head and said, “It was nothing, really.”

　　“Who are you trying to fool?” Lucky propped herself on the lectern and lifted her chin, “Anyway, it’s almost time. Come on, share with us what you just said.”

　　Samuel Wright moved his lips, looking just like a mosquito buzzing.

　　“Toothache?” Lucky said, “Repeat it three times! You can leave when you’re done. If you don’t, we’ll just wait here.”

　　Forty-some heads swiveled around, and Samuel Wright suddenly spoke up loud and clear, “I said those freshmen run even faster than dogs!”

　　Lucky: “……”

　　William Bennett thought to himself, what a punishment.

　　Lucky pointed at Samuel Wright and said, “Shut up and sit down. Copy today’s three model essays for me and hand them in during evening study. Then—class dismissed!”

　　With that, the slightly chubby female teacher nimbly stepped aside to clear a path.

　　There was a clatter of chairs in the class, and before William Bennett could even stand up, the classroom was basically empty.

　　The students of Class A surged down the stairs like a tidal wave. Halfway down, the bell rang, and even more people joined the stampede, all charging toward the cafeteria.

　　What is this, a scene from Legend of the Hungry Wolves?

　　William Bennett was dumbfounded, and then heard Lucky raise her voice and say, “Hey? Why aren’t you two running?”

　　“We… two?” William Bennett turned his head and finally noticed the “two” behind him.

　　Edward Harris not only wasn’t rushing out, he was still working on his test paper.

　　Lucky caught sight of the corner of the test and couldn’t help but feel a little moved, “Wow, did the sun rise in the west today? You’re actually correcting your test so seriously? Let me see, which question are you working on that’s taking so long? Is there something you don’t understand?”

　　“No.” Edward Harris curled his left index finger and scratched his nose, but his right hand never stopped writing, his pen moving even faster.

　　According to some experts, touching your nose means you’re feeling guilty.

　　William Bennett quietly craned his neck for a look—hey, it’s a physics test.

　　Lucky stepped down from the lectern just as Edward Harris finished simplifying the last equation. He dotted the end of his answer, swiftly stuffed the test into his desk, and stood up before Lucky could get there, saying, “Teacher, I’m going to eat now.”

　　With that, he strode out the classroom door.

　　William Bennett let out a “hmm” and waved at Lucky, saying, “Teacher, I’m heading downstairs too.”

　　“Oh, sure, go ahead.” Lucky was left a bit stunned by them. In the blink of an eye, the two boys had already slipped out the door one after the other.

　　“What, did they see a ghost? Why are they running so fast?” she muttered, walking over to Edward Harris’s seat for a look. The test paper was sticking out of the desk, showing the closing line he’d just written: Thus, the small ball is in force equilibrium and moves at a constant velocity Vt in a straight line.

　　Lucky: “……”

　　She lunged to the back door and shouted angrily, “Edward Harris! Get to my office for a talk during evening study!”

　　The boy’s oversized school uniform flashed around the stairwell corner and disappeared.

　　The classroom’s air conditioning was extra strong. William Bennett hurried down to the ground floor and only then realized he’d run too fast—he hadn’t even taken off his school jacket. He wasn’t the one writing a physics test during Chinese class, so why was he acting all nervous?

　　He hadn’t noticed it while running, but now, under the blazing sun, sweat started to rise belatedly. William Bennett couldn’t stand it for even a second, so he took off his jacket and carried it in his hand.

　　Edward Harris was a few steps ahead of him.

　　It was as if this guy didn’t sweat at all—he hadn’t taken off his jacket, just rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. Most students who spend years hunched over their desks end up with bad posture, but he had none of that—standing straight and sharp, like a walking popsicle under the sun.

　　A good-looking guy draws attention anywhere, let alone when there are two at once.

　　Several groups of girls glanced over as they passed, nudging each other and giggling. Two of them, distracted by their friends’ teasing, almost bumped into William Bennett.

　　William Bennett sidestepped, smiled at them amid a chorus of “sorry,” and then caught up to Edward Harris in a couple of steps.

　　“Hey, got any tissues?” he wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.

　　The fountain in the school square wasn’t running. Edward Harris walked down the steps by the fountain, ignoring him completely.

　　“I’m talking to you,” he said again.

　　Edward Harris still chose selective deafness.

　　William Bennett clicked his tongue in annoyance, “I only ran down here because of you, and you won’t even lend me a tissue?”

　　This time Edward Harris finally responded, “Learn how to address someone properly before you ask me for a tissue.”

　　William Bennett glared at the back of his head, his lips moving silently for a moment, but in the end, he reluctantly drawled, “Classmate Edward Harris, could you please lend me a tissue? Is that polite enough?”

　　Only then did Edward Harris take a pack of tissues from his school uniform pocket and toss it to him. William Bennett caught it, pulled one out, and wiped his sweat.

　　“At this pace, are we even going to get any food?” William Bennett glanced around. Amid the rush of people, the two of them really were like boulders in a mudslide.