SHT Chapter 29

"Jamie, come with me to the office." Edward said while looking at Jamie who was still trying to escape from his gaze. But when he heard Edward calling him in the open he could do nothing but follow Edward's words. So after changing his clothes he went toward the physical education teacher's office.

In the office, Edward pulled a chair over from the nearby seat.

"Come, have a seat." Edward smiled and gestured for Jamie to sit next to his desk.

The sports teachers' office was deserted this early morning, with no one else around, giving off a very desolate vibe.

Edward looked at Jamie and then his clothes. Jamie was wearing a gray down jacket on top which was looking a bit old.

He had on school pants and a pair of dirty white sneakers on his feet.

Sitting face to face with Edward at this moment, he seemed somewhat uneasy.

"Why did you run away when you saw me last night?" Edward asked with a smile. His voice was as calm as possible, without any hint of blame.

Jamie had the best academic talent in the entire class 9 of grade 11. Edward even felt that not only in class 9 of grade 11, even in the entire Horizon High School, his academic talent could definitely get him rank at the top 10.

But how could a student who could easily achieve good grades without much effort end up in class 9 of grade 11? What exactly happened here? What was the reason for such things to happen?

Edward was very curious.

Jamie sat uncomfortably on the chair, constantly rubbing his fingers on his pants. He kept his head down and remained silent.

'Unwilling to speak?' Edward felt helpless.

But when his eyes glanced at Jamie's exposed hands, his heart shocked violently.

His hands were dark and cracked, covered with calluses.(Thickened layers of skin, often on the hands or feet, where friction repeatedly occurs.)

'Are these really the hands of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school student? He wouldn't really be working as a labor worker on a construction site, would he?'

In that instant, Edward, who had excellent physical fitness, felt a chill all over his body.

He secretly adjusted his breathing, suppressed the horror in his heart, and still smiled as he said, "I'm not blaming you, just trying to understand the situation. It was so late yesterday, isn't it dangerous for you to be alone outside?"

Jamie remained unmoved, still bowing his head and not speaking.

Just fidgeting with his pants' fingers, suddenly trembling.

The atmosphere in the office was a bit heavy. Edward pretended to be relaxed, then smiled and asked, "Do you have your own phone?"

Edward knew that Jamie wouldn't tell him what happened at the construction site last night. So he decided to change the subject to get any other information from Jamie.

This time, Jamie shook his head but still didn't speak.

'No phone of his own, and his parents' phone number was invalid? How did his previous teachers contact his parents? How did he communicate with his classmates?' Edward was completely baffled by Jamie's answer.

Looking at Jamie's expression, Edward knew that it was impossible to get any useful information from him.

He didn't waste any more time and stood up, smiling, "Let's go back to class."

Jamie got up blankly and followed Edward out of the office.

As they were about to reach the door of class 9 of grade 11, Edward turned his head, smiled at Jamie, and said, "If you have any difficulties, come to Edward Sir, okay?"

Jamie didn't nod, nor did he speak, just paused for a moment, then walked into the classroom. Even Edward was dumbfounded. He had never encountered such a student before.

Not late in the morning session, not leaving early, not skipping classes. Despite having excellent learning talent, Jamie's grades are extremely poor.

This is simply unreasonable. Students with good talent and high intelligence really don't need to spend too much energy on studying.

In Edward's view, students with innate talent like Jamie will not have poor grades even if they play every day. At the very least, they won't end up in class 9 of grade 11.

It was really strange to Edward because he knew about Jamie's talents from the system help.

Back in the classroom, Edward took a look around.

After some exercise, most students did seem more energetic than before but only Keith and a few other girls seemed tired. Many students had already picked up their textbooks and started studying.

He nodded in satisfaction, planning to make morning runs a daily training activity for class 9 of grade 11 starting tomorrow. This way, he could both exercise the students' bodies and subtly improve their memory.

It's a win-win situation for Edward and the students of his class, why not do it?

Anyway, the principal and Dean had already given him the green light to try anything he wanted to maintain the order in class. So, he would naturally lead this group of kids in class 9 of grade 11 according to his own thoughts and teaching principles.

Entering the classroom, Edward walked to the desks of Keith and Mike, and took them out of the classroom.

"Wow. Edward Sir really walks the talk."

"Keith and Mike don't have to attend classes today?"

"That's awesome."

"Keith is ordered to play games, and Mike is ordered to write a novel."

"Oh my goodness. So envious."

"Hurry up and study, Edward Sir said as long as we show improvement in this month's monthly exam compared to last semester, he will reward us."

"Yes, yes, hurry up and study."

"You know, right after the run, I feel like my memory has actually improved compared to before."

"Did you notice it too?"

"Yeah, did you feel it too?"

"Wow. Edward Sir is really amazing. But how did this happen?"

"It's just like Edward said that exercise improves memory."

"But why are Miles and Samuel in this class if running improves memory? Are they that stupid?"

"Hey fucker why are dragging me in this conversation?"

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Watching Edward take Keith and Mike out of the classroom, the students in class 9 of grade 11 were all excited

'Edward Sir is really capable; when there's something he said to be done, he does it.'

While admiring Keith and Mike, the students, for the first time, developed a strong interest in studying.

One by one, they picked up their books and, with little time left for the morning session, they started to study.

While the students of class 9 of grade 11 were studying diligently for the first time, Edward, with Keith and Mike, headed towards R.S. Building Society.

"Mike, when do you usually write novels?" Edward turned around on the way and asked Mike with a smile. Edward and Keith were carrying the things Edward brought from his home.

Mike, tall and thin, with a youthful face, had a shy smile on his face.

"Edward Sir, I used to plan the plot I wanted to write during class. Which characters should appear? What kind of personalities do they have? When should the protagonist come in? What opportunities can they encounter? And so on.

Since class is boring anyway, I doodle on paper, then organize all the storylines, either writing them down or keeping them in my phone. When I go back in the evening or on weekends, I turn these into novels on the computer."

When it comes to writing novels, Mike exudes immense confidence. His academic performance may not be good, but that doesn't mean he's not intelligent.

At least on the path of writing novels, he outshines countless prodigies from top universities. That's innate talent. He is also a prodigy.

"Did you plan to publish the next chapters during the winter vacation?" Edward asked with a smile.

Mike nodded and said, "Yes."

"Edward Sir, I actually had the concept for the novel 'Fighting Heaven and Earth' a long time ago. I wrote last semester and saved quite a few drafts. During the winter vacation, the word count reached the requirement, so I published it."

Edward raised an eyebrow, smiling as he asked, "Did you bring all the materials I asked you to bring?"

Mike nodded and took out a small USB drive from his pocket, "Edward Sir, I brought it."

This was what Edward asked Mike to bring during the study session yesterday.

The USB drive contained all the materials for Mike's novel writing.

Edward chuckled and said while suppressing the joy in his heart.

"Mike, can you let Edward Sir take a look at the upcoming plot later?"