"But Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott both know him, and they’ve called his kindergarten, saying after school they would directly send him ho. After class, the two of them will bring the child and the cat over. And then, they’ll casually ask and clarify the situation."
ntioning this child made Mr. Cleveland quite headache.
A four or five-year-old child sneaks out of kindergarten and slips into the middle school campus sohow.
Judging from the kindergarten teacher’s tone, this kid’s "skipping school" isn’t just a one-ti incident.
"Hmm." Nora Scott set down her cup and suddenly asked, "What about the parent of the kid from the neighboring class?"
"Him..." Mr. Cleveland paused, "The horoom teacher also called his parents, but they’re not responsive and definitely won’t co. Later, their teacher will bring him over to apologize or sothing."
The teachers and the guidance director have understood the situation and unanimously determined that the issue was caused by that student; thus, the mistake is his, and a reflection is unavoidable. Whether or not to record it depends on his attitude towards admitting fault. As for Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott, although they were wrong to take action, it’s understandable, so the focus remains on criticism and education.
Calling parents is really just a formality to adjust student relations.
It’s not strictly necessary for the parents to co. If Nora Scott is busy and insists not to co, it’s acceptable. However, Nora Scott took the situation too seriously and readily agreed to co without any hesitation upon hearing about involving parents.
*
At six o’clock sharp, the end-of-class bell rang on ti, and the classroom building beca noisy.
"Did you just ssage Andrew?"
As soon as they left the classroom, Oliver Scott imdiately sidled up to Marcus Shaw.
The seating arrangent in the class changes every month.
Since this sester began, seats could be chosen based on exam ranks, and Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw have consistently chosen the front-back desk arrangents, without changing.
From Oliver Scott’s vantage point, he could see clearly what Marcus Shaw was doing under the desk.
Marcus Shaw glanced at him sideways, "Yeah."
Andrew Hughes has his own phone, though he rarely uses it, mostly for contacting Marcus Shaw and Sir Hughes.
Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott running into Andrew Hughes at noon wasn’t a coincidence. Marcus Shaw received a ssage from Andrew Hughes, and knowing Andrew was coming to their school, the two of them went specifically to find him. — Oh, Oliver Scott happened to be by Marcus Shaw’s side at the ti and willingly followed upon receiving the ssage.
"Have you asked him how he sneaked past the gatekeeper?"
Not only the teachers were surprised, but Oliver Scott was also quite curious—how did Andrew Hughes with his short legs manage to slip into the campus?
Ti was tight at noon, and with Andrew Hughes brought to the infirmary to treat his wound, there wasn’t ti to ask before the teachers and guidance director reached them for understanding the situation, and next it was almost class ti.
Oliver Scott had nothing to do all afternoon, pondering over Andrew Hughes’ "school infiltration" route.
Casually glancing at Oliver Scott, Marcus Shaw seed unsurprised, "He does it often, has experience."
"You taught him?" Oliver Scott instinctively asked.
"..."
Marcus Shaw didn’t respond.
Not exactly "teaching," more like appropriate pointers.
Andrew Hughes is very clever and gets things quickly.
And sensing Marcus Shaw’s silence, Oliver Scott felt a strong intuition rushing into his mind, he leaned closer and whispered, "Is it really you who taught him?"
"Move aside."
Marcus Shaw reached over, pressing his hand against Oliver Scott’s head, nudging him slightly away.
Oliver Scott didn’t co too close afterward, yet remained "chattering."
The usually reserved Oliver Scott is never short of words in front of the taciturn Marcus Shaw.
*
Infirmary.
It’s mid-April, and co evening, the temperature drops.
Outside the window is a camphor tree, with dense foliage. The afterglow of the sunset seeped through, intertwined with mottled shadows, and cast a square fra of light and shadow onto the ground.
A ter away from the window is a bed.
The little boy sat on the bench, using the empty bed as his table, opened his exercise book, and started focusing on solving problems.
Quietly, no crying or fussing, without making a sound, only the pencil scratching against paper.
The duty doctor often forgot his existence, and upon occasionally rembering, lifted his eyes to glance, only to see him maintaining the writing posture, wrapped in the warm yellow sunlight, imrsed within the patchy light and shadow, tranquil and calm, almost unreal.
Initially, the doctor would try to amuse him, bringing toys and snacks, yet he was indifferently unresponsive and didn’t touch any of it.
After several attempts, the doctor gave up, letting him be.
Originally thought since this child "skipped class" at such a young age, he must be mischievous, but surprisingly, he is a little prodigy, sitting still for three to four hours.
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