SHT Chapter 32

Harry's words were not wrong. In junior high school, even Harry excelled academically, but after entering high school, he couldn't keep up with the majority.


Such situations are common and not rare at all. Therefore, when it comes to students like Jamie, he just feels a bit sorry and doesn't pay too much attention.


It was only when Edward asked that he remembered there was indeed such a student in class 9 of grade 11. After hearing what Harry said, Edward sighed in his heart.

Reality is very cruel.

Whether it's the dean, the class teacher, or subject teachers, they are all ordinary people. One person's energy is limited.

The homeroom teacher has to manage fifty to sixty students in the class. Most subject teachers have to teach several classes. The dean has to worry about matters concerning the entire grade.

No one can do everything. In such a situation, many talented individuals may drown in the crowd. Just like Jamie.

This is an unavoidable situation.

Blame School? Blame Harry? Blame the former homeroom teacher?

Blame students' parents? Blame Jamie himself?

This kind of thing, blaming anyone is inappropriate.

The appearance of students like Jamie must be the result of various factors entangled together. If Edward couldn't see the talent of each student, he might have believed Harry's words.

But he knew clearly how good Jamie's learning talent was. Since he couldn't get anything from Harry, Edward left the office.

He didn't rush to find Andrew, but returned to his office. The schedule for grade 11 of high school students is very tight.

Morning session starts at 7:00 a.m., ends at 7:45 a.m., after a 10-minute break, the first morning class starts at 7:55 a.m.

There are 4 classes in the morning, each lasting 45 minutes.

After the second class, it's time for the whole school students to do morning exercises for half an hour. At this time, Edward called Andrew into the office.


"Come, have a seat."

He pulled out a chair from the nearby seat and smiled, inviting Andrew to sit down.

On the floating panel of the system, Andrew's information appeared.

Name: Andrew

Age: 17 years old

Height: 175 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Talents: Language (Average), Mathematics (Poor), English (Average), History (Good), Geography (Excellent), Politics (Good), Basketball (Good)

Mentality: Good

Real World Effectiveness: 10%

Andrew's learning talents are more suitable for development in the liberal arts class.

With a height of 175 cm, he also likes to play basketball in his spare time, hanging out with Miles and others.

However, Andrew is not as carefree as Miles and his other friends. He dares not skip classes to play basketball like them.

So yesterday afternoon, Edward did not see Andrew on the basketball court. Andrew sat on the chair, curiously looking at Edward in front of him. He didn't know why Edward called him here.

But last night, Miles and his friends in the group were praising Edward's basketball skills.

Saying things like a 360-degree windmill dunk better than Carter.

Saying his three-point shooting percentage is 100%, even more exaggerated than Curry's.

With Miles and his friends exaggerating, it seemed like Edward in front of him was even more amazing than many NBA superstars.

Isn't that too much? He hadn't seen it with his own eyes, so naturally, he didn't believe it.


Today in the afternoon, there is a physical education class. He plans to see how amazing Edward is at that time. He wants to see if Edward is as impressive as Miles and others said.

After sitting down, Edward smiled and said to Andrew, "Andrew, I called you here to understand Jamie's situation. I heard you were in the same class in junior high school?"

When Andrew heard Edward's words, he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was called to the office by Edward because he was playing with his phone in class.

Turns out it wasn't that? That's good then.

In the first month, Andrew's father lost a lot of money playing cards, and his temper has not been good these days. If he is called by Edward at this time, then Andrew will inevitably suffer a lot at his father's hands.

So Edward Sir wants to ask about Jamie?
After Andrew calmed down, he wasn't as nervous anymore.

He nodded, "Yes, Edward Sir, both Jamie and I are from the Master Junior High School." Master Junior High School, is a junior high school in the East Suburb District of Central City.

"Are you familiar with him? Do you usually hang out together?" Edward asked.

"Edward, do you want to know why Jamie has become like this now?" Although Andrew's grades are not very good, he is quite clever. Before Edward could speak, he started talking about Jamie's past.


"Jamie was a topper student in our school during junior high. Every monthly exam and final exam, his grades never fell out of the top three in the grade. During the high school entrance exam, he entered Horizon High School with the highest score in the whole Master school. At the beginning of the first year of high school, he seemed to be in the top ten in the test. He was initially placed in class 1 of grade 10."

While Andrew was talking, Edward was listening. The more he listened, the more alarmed he became.

In junior high school exams, he had never fallen out of the top three in his grade? Upon entering high school, he ranked in the top ten of the entire school in the entrance exam?

He was a top student. Even if his grades occasionally slipped, it couldn't possibly be bad enough to drop to class 9 of grade 11?

Students like Jamie, who were placed in the class 1 as soon as they entered high school, were undoubtedly the school's focus for development.

After his grades declined, didn't any teachers talk to him about it? How could they just give up on him like that? Edward was very puzzled.

"It's just that not long after starting high school, something happened in his family." Here, Andrew scratched his head.

"Edward Sir, actually, my grades weren't that great in junior high school, and I didn't hang out with Jamie much. So I've only heard from some friends from junior high school about what happened in his family.

My friend told me that it seems his dad owed a lot of money and committed suicide by jumping off a building. His mom couldn't bear it and also committed suicide shortly after her husband's death. Now, apart from him, there should only be his grandmother left at home. Since then, he's become quiet and hardly talks to other classmates."

When Andrew mentioned Jamie, he sighed despite his young age.

"Edward, actually the previous Jamie was not like this. In junior high school, he was also very lively and cheerful. As the class monitor, he even taught me several times. It's just that our interests were different, so we didn't hang out together."

After Andrew finished speaking, he fell silent. Edward remained quiet.

So that's how it is. In the first semester of high school, Jamie was only 15 years old, right? A 15-year-old boy.

Such a top student who had a smooth sailing academic journey since childhood suddenly encountered a family tragedy, completely changing his life.

What kind of torment and suffering has his inner self endured in these two years?

Edward couldn't even imagine. How can one truly understand another's pain?

One who has not experienced the suffering firsthand, cannot truly understand the suffering of others. Simply imagining it, Edward could not reconstruct Jamie's emotional journey.