Sarah Grant looked on, satisfied. “Alright, wear it properly, don’t get it dirty, and remember to return it when you’re done.”

After a while, she felt something was off.

A moment later, she realized, and poked the two of them with the corner of her notebook. “Wait, the line is by height—switch places, you two.”

Grace Bennett: “……”

Two seconds later, he gave up struggling with a blank face and surrendered his throne at the end of the line.

The “Sports Meet March” finally stopped. The whole school finished raising the flag together, and the principal cleared his throat and began his passionate speech.

Normally at this time, Grace Bennett would be dozing off while standing, but now he forced his eyelids open, staring blankly at the principal’s hairline.

Today, the school’s microphone was much louder than usual, making it impossible for him to sleep.

The principal was well-prepared this time, rambling on for half an hour. Grace Bennett grew impatient from standing, and habitually shoved his hands into his jacket pockets—then touched something.

It was thin, smooth to the touch, with a bit of an edge.

His head ached from sleepiness, so he casually pulled it out.

When he saw what was in his hand, Grace Bennett paused slightly.

It was a pink envelope, with no writing on it, but judging by the feel, there was a letter inside.

At the seal of the envelope was a tiny red heart sticker, just as ambiguous as the envelope’s color, announcing its identity to the world.

This is… a love letter?

When did this get put in here?

Grace Bennett frowned, trying to recall, but couldn’t remember where the letter came from.

He was about to take a closer look when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his own school uniform sleeve, which looked out of place and as if it had been bleached.

Damn.

Grace Bennett snapped back to reality—he was currently wearing Brian Brooks’s jacket.

This love letter belonged to Brian Brooks.

Grace Bennett reacted quickly, putting the letter back into the pocket exactly as it was, then instinctively glanced back.

Brian Brooks was looking at the stage. Whether he’d noticed or not was unclear, but he looked quite serious.

The school’s photography club loved to take pictures of students like this—upright attitude, like a bookworm.

Even a bookworm like this is in a relationship?

Sensing his gaze, Brian Brooks lowered his eyes indifferently. “What?”

It seemed the other hadn’t noticed his earlier action.

Grace Bennett quickly turned his head back. “Nothing.”

The moment the opening ceremony ended, Grace Bennett took off the jacket and stuffed it into the arms of the person behind him. “Here, yours.”

Brian Brooks held the uniform for two seconds. “You’re welcome.”

“……”

In the line, Anna Walker turned around just in time to see his good buddy’s departing back.

He hurried to catch up. “Damn, why are you walking so fast? Didn’t you say you weren’t coming to the flag-raising?”

Anna Walker always chatted during the flag-raising and got the class points deducted. This morning, as soon as Sarah Grant saw him, she warned him: one word, one extra assignment. He’d been forced to hold it in the whole ceremony.

Grace Bennett: “Got caught by Fat Tiger.”

“That unlucky?” Anna Walker glanced at the staircase in the teaching building, packed with people. “Damn, it’s so crowded… How about we go to the cafeteria first? I didn’t have enough for breakfast.”

“No.” Grace Bennett didn’t even look back. “I’m tired, I’m going back to sleep.”

-

As soon as Sarah Grant entered the classroom, she saw the head lying on the desk in the last row.

She tossed the roster onto the iron podium and, in a voice that had been complained about by teachers from several neighboring classes, said, “Anyone who’s sleepy, go wash your face in the bathroom. Move quickly, we still have a class meeting.”

Grace Bennett sat up slowly, his temples throbbing from the noise.

He rubbed his face and stood up, frowning.

“Grace Bennett, you’re not allowed to go.”

Grace Bennett stopped in place, raising an eyebrow—why?

“If you go, will you even come back?” Sarah Grant pointed at the blackboard bulletin. “If you’re sleepy, stand at the back. You’ll wake up in a bit.”

Grace Bennett thought for a few seconds, then sat back down.

He slouched in his seat, head half-hanging, looking completely out of it.

Sarah Grant held back, bent down, and plugged her USB drive into the computer. “Before the class meeting, I have two things to say.”

“First, we have two new classmates: Brian Brooks and Laura Wood, both transferred from Class 1. I won’t introduce them much here; you can get to know each other after class. Both of them have excellent grades and great study habits. You should all learn from them.”

“Second,” Sarah Grant opened an Excel file named ‘Class 7, Grade 2, Last Semester Final Exam Rankings,’ “is about your rankings from last semester’s finals.”

The class immediately erupted in wails.

Grace Bennett wasn’t interested in the rankings. He glanced over them briefly and immediately saw the name at the very top.

“Brian Brooks, Math 150, Chinese 110, English 148, Science… damn? Full marks?” Anna Walker exclaimed in shock. “Grace Bennett, you couldn’t get these scores even if you copied the answers!”

Grace Bennett: “Why don’t you compare yourself to me instead.”

“Basic stuff.” The student in front turned around. “This guy’s scary. Except for Chinese, he has no weaknesses.”

Anna Walker nodded in understanding. “Looks like even top students don’t like memorizing essays.”