The teacher responsible for leading them was the chemistry teacher of Class 3.
For several days, Hannah had not seen Arnold again, neither at school nor in Willow Lane.
She didn’t know where he had gone. She had seen his answer sheet; like the final score, he only got two multiple-choice questions right.
But Hannah noticed that he did it on purpose.
Always one option away from the correct answer, as if it were a deliberate act of struggle and rebellion.
On Thursday morning, the long-awaited school sports day finally began.
Today was a fine day, with clear skies and flowers blooming, the weather not too hot, and a comfortable temperature. Each class had ticulously prepared a performance for the opening formation.
They had a total of five minutes, with the whole class taking part in various activities.
Dancing, shouting slogans, whatever was enjoyable, the most extravagant being a class that perford a "chest-smashing bricks" act live.
Hannah could hear the music from the field even in the office.
It was indeed very lively.
"I want to go watch too."
"But I haven’t finished today’s papers yet."
The students staying in the office with Hannah were two other students preparing for competitions.
One was from senior year three, one from senior year two.
On the sports field, after the entrance parade and the principal’s speech, the competition officially started, the teams dispersed, and so students quietly returned to the teaching building to buy drinks.
Once Hannah finished her test paper in the office, she could go back.
Students weren’t allowed to return to the classrooms during this ti, so the teaching building was deserted, with only the lively cheers coming from the playground.
No one was in the classroom, and even the chairs had been moved to designated spots on the field.
Only hers and Arnold’s chairs remained at their desks after everyone left.
She had to prepare for competitions, while Arnold was absent from class again.
Even the horoom teacher didn’t bother with him.
The evening study session on Thursday night, being light on howork due to the day’s sports activities, retained the passionate fervor from the sports field.
So, tonight’s study session was also rather lively.
But for Hannah, the most surprising thing was that Arnold, missing classes for several days, finally showed up again.
Many people noticed him, and even the sound of talking lowered; pairs of eyes just looked over.
Arnold pulled up his chair, carelessly threw his backpack onto the desk, crumpling all the papers there—his silence spoke louder than words.
Everyone silently turned back around, continuing the discussions they had before.
Only Hannah peeked over, using the papers as a cover, and asked, "Where have you been before?"
She ssaged him and he replied as usual, but he never said where he was or what he was doing.
Tessa had a stomachache and went to the restroom, conveniently absent from her seat.
Arnold opened his backpack and took out a pile of howork.
That explains the loud noise when the backpack hit the desk.
He organized his howork into categories on the desk, "Went to do howork. You told to study properly."
Hannah flipped through a math test paper.
It wasn’t filled out completely, but every question was answered, the answers correct but with many steps in the solutions omitted.
"You scored twelve on this month’s test." Hannah folded the paper neatly and placed it under his workbook again.
She knew that Arnold was trying to avoid attention and didn’t want to be the focus of too much notice.
She had experienced such things herself, so there was no need to ask more.
"Twelve points?" Arnold seed quite satisfied, "It’s an improvent over the last ti."
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