Episode 3

At seven o'clock in the morning self-study, Mr.Walter, the head teacher of Basic Class 4, walked forward with his hands behind his back. Shawn followed behind with a schoolbag on one shoulder. Before reaching the door of the classroom, various flavors of steamed buns and faint smells of pancakes with fried bread stick floated.

The classroom is more like a morning vegetable market than the morning reading time. It is noisy and lively. Mr.Walter stepped into the classroom for a moment, as if he pressed the still button, and quieted down in a tacit moment. There were a few sleeping people in the back row. The boy yawned and raised his head.

Mr.Walter stood on the podium with a smile, "Did you guys go surfing internet all night again last night? Which Internet cafe would dare to accept you?"

"Teacher, we stay up late to study!" The boy in the back row said with a grin.

Mr.Walter sneered, and said angrily: "Don't be silly, just mess around like this, wait until next year you won't be admitted to college, and see how you explain to your parents!"

The students below listened too much, without any movement on their faces, and the thick-skinned people giggled as if they heard compliments.

Mr.Walter glanced at the door. Shawn was carrying a schoolbag. The thin young man had his eyebrows drooped. He looked at his behaved and well-behaved, feeling more comfortable, and beckoned in a mellow manner, "Come on."

"Introduce you a new classmate, Shawn, who is transferred from Rosewood Academy, and will be a member of our fourth class from now on..."

While talking on the podium, several girls under the podium took out small mirrors from the drawers and silently look at themselves in the mirror. Some glanced at Shawn with red cheeks and bowed their heads.

Shawn is not stage fright at all, the smile on the corner of his mouth is harmless to humans and animals, and he is horribly obedient. Justin in the second-to-last row winked at him, and was about to fly into the sky.

The teacher's favorite is transfer students like Shawn. They are good-looking and well-behaved. At first glance, they are not troublesome and easy to manage. So, the tablemate arranged for Shawn is also a good boy, wearing a pair of glasses like bottom of wine bottles. The handsome boy looks thin and small and his height is like a girl of this age.

The basic class of Lawrence Vincent Academyol can go if you have money. Shawn heard from his classmates when he was in Rosewood. As soon as he saw today, he really deserved his reputation. The front table was playing games in the drawer of the table, and the back table was sleeping soundly and snoring. Someone followed the teacher's words and thought he was humorous. The atmosphere of the whole class was like the stage of the Festival Gala, and it was kind and peaceful.

After class, Justin hurriedly came to Shawn, looked around, and asked with a low voice, "How was that person yesterday?"

Shawn was holding a pen and writing the paper, thinking of Theo's face, and without looking up, he said, "Yes, just not like my uncle."

The image and temperament are excellent, and he is more like a financial giant than his guardian.

Justin scratched his hair with a dazed expression. The young man's thoughts were flying around. After this incident, he remembered an interesting thing. He took out his mobile phone from the Mystery of Pocket and handed it to Shawn. In front of him, he said triumphantly: "Look, the confession wall in the attached middle school, there were three confessions for you yesterday, you are Rosewood's school beauty, which really gives your buddies a face."

"Who is the school beauty?" Shawn raised his eyes; his expression was neither salty nor light.

Justin looked at him in amazement, "You! Your school posted it and sealed it."

Shawn lowered his head and wrote a line of words, indifferent and said: "Oh, I thought you posted it."

Justin smiled, resting his hands on the edge of the table, and later realized that Shawn was writing the math papers. The white paper was filled with black in large area, and he had written for more than a while. If he remembered correctly, the section just now Is it a English class?

"This is the Olympiad paper?"

Shawn gave a soft "um", the handwriting under the pen was strong and sharp. Grandpa is an old teacher who teaches calligraphy. He had been a master of calligraphy since he was a child. He has written a good handwriting and has never lost the marks on writing.

Justin opened his mouth and lowered his body to get close to him, "Are you still planning to participate in the provincial math league, in order to guarantee a place?"

"No."

Shawn vetoed it, holding the pen hand for a while, looking straight at the test paper, his nasal voice was a little dumb, "In order to get a breath."

After speaking, he coughed and dispelled the sour nasal sound, so he didn't care.

Justin had no reason to rush to his head. He and Shawn were in the same junior high school and Shawn was the strongest school tyrants he knew. Getting the first grade is like getting things out of his own pockets. Such good students generally disdain to play with scum like Justin. But Shawn never disliked him. Although at the beginning, he was deceived by Shawn's face, just like everyone else. But after a long time in contact, he gradually discovered that Shawn was very sincere to his friends. He could teach his friend one question for five or six times. If Shawn hadn't kept giving him lectures and counseling, he would not even be able to pass the test to high school, let alone a school like the attached middle school.

At that time, it was a pity for the high school entrance examination. Shawn's score was completely high enough for Pioneer Class I in the attached middle school. However, if he went to the attached middle school without a school district room, he had to pay a large amount of school selection fees. Shawn's grandparents were willing to pay for the fees, but Shawn didn't want to spend their pension money. The family members couldn't persuade him and had to let him go to Rosewood Academy in the end.

In the past two years, Justin heard from Shawn more or less that Shawn got all awards the school held, big and small, and several schools in the city visited their homes and wanted him to transfer. Rosewood Academy regarded Shawn as a sweet pastry. Other students give gifts to the teacher during the New Year's and holidays. When it comes to Shawn, the teacher gives his grandparents a gift, expecting him to get the first prize in the math league and give the whole Rosewood Academy a big face. This kind of treatment was Justin can't even dream of it.

Therefore, Justin knew exactly what kind of stuff the four basic classes are. Shawn is completely different from the people in this class. This is the golden phoenix in the chicken coop. He is very happy for Shawn. The blood of the year has returned." Shawn, as long as you pass every subject, you will be number one in our class!"

"You have really high expectations of me." Shawn put the pen cap and moved his skinny wrists. "I finished reading the textbook in class. Some of them are not understood, and the others are very simple."

He was not idle during this semester. Although he could not go to school, he finished the online courses in the first half of the second semester of high school on the computer.

The old man sitting in the back row sleeping can't listen anymore. For a while, it's very simple. He only smelled the Versailles literature. He spoke in a funny way: "You are in the fourth class of the basics, and you still want to pass the entrance exam to Stanford University?"

The students next to him seemed to have a low point of laughter. They laughed together. Everyone couldn't support the wall with mud, and Shawn was a little nicer at best.

Justin's expression changed. Shawn held the pen and tapped lightly on his wrist, signaling to hold back. The people around were still grinning maliciously. Shawn turned his head loosely, and the boy behind was stunned. For a moment, hippie looked at him with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

The morning sun shines through the window, Shawn's profile is clean and clear, and his chin is slightly raised. The slightly convex throat is sharp and cold. "Let me see what the garbage looks like."

The boy's face turned pale and blue, staring at him with a pair of eyes, and the laughter gradually extinguished. He didn't expect Shawn to be so stubborn, sweet, and temperamental.

When the sword was drawn, a round head came in through the door, "Who is Shawn? Your head teacher is looking for you."

Shawn closed the textbook with one hand and walked out as if nothing had happened. The boy stared at his back in embarrassment. In order to save face, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Transfer student, how you can be so crazy!"

"William, don't mess with him." Justin pulled out a thick textbook and patted the boy's head with a "pop", "Go and sit in my seat. I sit here."

William Pike covered his head and said "Oh", and quickly packed his schoolbags. The students around him were not surprised. It is said that Justin's family is very background, and he came to school in Bentley, which is a young master who can't afford to offend.

The teacher's office is like a newly renovated library. Stacks of test papers and books are as high as a mountain. As soon as Shawn walked in, he saw Theo for the first time.

Gigolo is too conspicuous.

This will be going to class soon. There are only a few teachers scattered in the middle. Those who can be teachers in the attached middle school are about the same age as Theo. They either wear a plaid shirt or ice silk short sleeves. The hairline is precarious, holding a thermos in the summer, drinking wolfberry tea for health.

Only Theo, a simple light blue shirt with vertical stripes. The sleeves are neatly pulled up to the forearm, showing a strong and thin texture. He is sitting on Mr.Walter's office chair with his legs naturally open, and his posture is neat. With his elbows on the edge of the desk, his hands overlapped randomly, his eyes were slightly squinted, and his expression was calm, he was listening to Mr.Walter who was standing beside him.

This is not like the parents of the students listening to the teacher's teaching, but like the noble son condescending to listen to the play.

Mr.Walter didn't seem to realize anything wrong. He saw Shawn and waved with a smile, "I've already talked to your uncle. You take him around the school."

Shawn nodded obediently, and walked over a few steps, "Let's go."

Theo turned his head and glanced at him, motionless, just looking at him so quietly.

Shawn didn't know, so he blinked a few times, and the glass-like eyes were clear and transparent, indicating that Theo could be finished.

Theo gently pushed the thin glasses, turned his face away, his face was abstinent and deserted, and said nothing.

Shawn understood a little bit, suppressing the unpleasantness, and obediently said: "Uncle Morrison, let's go."

Theo raised his eyebrows slightly, and stood up and walked out. In the car yesterday, Shawn probably judged that he seemed to be quite tall. At this time, he stood up and was a head taller than himself. The natural advantages were enviable.

Shawn has never seen anyone who is more demanding than gigolo. It's a little too taking himself seriously, so he decided, even if he would be asked to call his parents for trouble next time, he won't look for such a difficult one. He still needs to please him even he spends money. There is no such strange situation in this business.

After leaving the office far away and walking all the way to the gate of the school, Shawn took out his mobile phone and transferred the remaining money to the WhatsApp account, "Uncle Morrison, remember to delete my WhatsApp account."

Theo turned his head, the shadow rushed over Shawn's body, and an inexplicable sense of oppression followed, accompanied by a good smelling perfume, a calm and restrained woody tone, and the taste of a mature man. Shawn's words were over. Look up at him.

Theo was looking at him. The eyes behind the lenses were deep, like unfathomable pool water, glowing with a sharp and depressing chill, like a bloodthirsty beast in a barren apocalypse, who was about to bite off the neck of its prey in the next second, Shawn's neck suddenly felt cold, and the self-protection from the brain reminded the danger.

Where does this look seem to be?

But this was only a short moment, Theo lowered his head and smiled, the chilling meaning disappeared, replaced by a kind of gentleness that is like a spring breeze, "Okay, Shawn, see you next time."

Shawn sneezed a little. If someone like Theo had met, he would definitely not forget him. He was sure that it was the first time he saw Theo yesterday.

Back in the classroom, the teacher was already in class, Shawn said excuse me and returned to his seat gently and just took out the textbook. Justin in the back row patted his shoulder abruptly.

Shawn lowered his head and flipped through the textbook, didn't replied Justin. Justin's expression changed a lot. He grabbed his head anxiously, like a crab about to be steamed. He quickly grabbed the pen, wrote a note and threw it to the front. Shawn took a pen in one hand and slowly stroked the key points, then opened the note with the other, and glanced casually.

[The gigolo said that he was hit by an electrical scooter yesterday, and he is still in the hospital today. Are you okay with the head teacher?]

"..."

Shawn's calm expression cracked.

Is this too exciting?

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