SHT Chapter 42

As Edward left Jamie's house, he felt a heavy weight on his heart.

It turned out that Jamie had genuinely intended to go to the construction site to work as a bricklayer last night, he wasn't joking.

His grandmother, Rin, suffered from high blood pressure and diabetes, requiring constant medication.

After the family's misfortunes and the emotional blow, her health had been declining day by day.

Although Sofia was very filial, as a married woman, she had her own family to take care of. Now, the burden of the family rested solely on Jamie's shoulders. He had to make all the decisions, big or small.

He not only had to wash his clothes, cook meals, and take care of himself, but also earn money to pay for his grandmother's medical expenses.

But what could a seventeen-year-old boy do? He had never left school in his entire life.

No matter how good his grades were, they couldn't be immediately converted into money.

In a year or two, he might be able to pass the entrance exams and get into a prestigious university.

In three or five years, he might be able to support himself with scholarships and part-time jobs.

Perhaps he could even start a business and make a fortune. But all these possibilities came with a time cost.

Jamie could wait, but his grandmother, Rin, couldn't. His parents had already left him, and if Rin were to leave too, he would be left alone in this world, utterly desolate.

Edward drove south along Alpine Road and saw a small restaurant across the street when he reached Provincial Highway 985.

Taro Yamada Restaurant.

The storefront was simple and the decoration was plain.

On both sides of the restaurant, there was a Michelin tire shop on one side and a lottery shop on the other.

It was a little past 4 pm, and there was no one walking in front of the restaurant. This was the restaurant run by Uncle Taro, as Sofia had mentioned.

Uncle Taro's real name was Taro Yamada, and he was a chef. He ran this small restaurant and lived a decent life. He's a good man according to Sofia.

Edward took another look at Taro Yamada Restaurant and sighed in his heart. He didn't stay long and drove away.

......

RS Building Society, Building 6, 902.

"Keith, Mike, come here."

Edward sat on the sofa in the living room and called Keith and Mike.

"Tonight, you two will attend evening study session in the classroom."

Keith scratched his head, "Edward sir, didn't you say yesterday that as long as we all attend morning reading on time this morning, we would have free time during evening study session?"

Children like Keith wouldn't complain even if they sat in front of a computer all day long.

But ask him to go to class? That would be his death. Even in the evening study session.

"Slap."

Edward smiled and lightly patted Keith's head.

"You little rascal. I'm planning to hold a class president election during the evening study session. You guys, as students of this class, need to be present to vote."

"Huh? Elect a class president?" Hearing Edward's words, Keith and Mike finally understood.

"Yeah, who was the class president before? How did they do? You two tell me." Edward asked.

He used to only be in charge of Class 9's physical education class, and for any matters, he would contact Miles, the physical education representative.

Therefore, he didn't know much about the class. A physical education teacher wouldn't have time to bother with so much.

"At the beginning of last semester, it was Emily, and later it was Ava." Mike said while thinking.

Compared to Keith's outgoing and lively personality, Mike was a more introverted and silent type.

"Hmm."

Keith continued Mike's words,

"Emily has better grades, and Ava, she's more able to control the students. After all, she's the big sister who even Miles is afraid of."

Speaking of this, Keith shrank his neck.

Edward saw his expression and understood. It seemed that this little fatty had also been disciplined by Ava.

Emily? Ava?

Edward recalled and could vaguely remember the two girls' appearances.

In high school, to be elected class president, you either have good grades, good skills, or both.

The class president of Class 9 wasn't easy to be. After all, the troublemakers in the class dared to tease even their subject teachers, so how could they care about a class president's discipline?

"So, do you think anyone in the class is suitable to be class president?" Edward asked with a smile.

Keith and Mike had their own groups of friends, and they knew more about the class than Edward, who had only been the head teacher for two days.

"Uh..."

Keith pondered for a moment, "Edward sir, I think it's fine for Ava to continue being the class president. She's pretty and has a good personality. She just likes to pull people's ears."

He rubbed his own ear as he spoke.

Edward laughed, it seemed Keith had been rubbed on the ears by Ava quite a bit.

"Edward sir, I also think Ava is a good class president. She should be able to help you."

Mike thought for a moment and also voted for Ava.

"You two don't want to be class president?" Edward said with a smile.

"No, no, no..." Keith shook his head like a rattle.

"I don't want to be class president. Edward sir, it's so much fun to play games here every day. I don't like managing people!"

Everyone has different personalities and preferences, Keith has never had the idea of being a class president or a class committee member.

"What if I make you the game representative?" Edward chuckled.

"What?"

Keith was stunned, he reached out and scratched his ear.

He thought he was hearing things. Game representative? What is that?

He had never heard of any school or class having a game representative.

Edward said this, naturally, he had his considerations.

"Keith, do you think there are many students in the class who like to play games?"

Keith nodded subconsciously.

Needless to say?

Of course there are.

Not to mention anything else, almost everyone in the class seems to have a Pub-G account, right?

"If I ask you to go on stage during a certain class to share your gaming skills and insights with your classmates, would you be willing?" Edward asked again.

"Yes." Keith nodded without thinking.

Edward patted him on the shoulder.

"You are very talented at playing games, and you can reach the highest level in many games. Other students may not be as good as you, but they definitely like to play games during their breaks and holidays. I plan to set up a game interest group in the class, and you will be the leader of this group, which is actually the game representative. Keith, would you be willing?"

Hearing Edward's words, Keith's brain went into a brief shutdown.

'Did I hear that right? Game interest group? Isn't our high school mainly focused on learning and knowledge?'

He had never heard of any class having such an interest group. He looked at Edward suspiciously, seeing Edward's sincere smile, his heart was restless.

'Edward sir is really different from all the teachers I have ever met.'

At this moment, Keith was even more convinced by Edward.

[Ding! Detected that the bound student's favorability towards the host has skyrocketed, special reward for the host: one random box.]