Moreover, the rumors got more and more ridiculous.
The basketball match beca a story of a fight, a one-on-many duel, and even said the girls watching were scolded away by him.
In the end, everyone simply gave Hayes Edwards a new title: "The Boss" of Grade 7.
The Boss himself, Hayes Edwards: "..."
The news was found out by Fatty, "Brother Edwards, you don’t even know how exaggerated they made it sound, saying you start fights without reason and have smashed several chairs in the class before."
Joy Hoffman wondered on the side, "Weren’t those chairs taken apart by the science teacher for experints?"
He, like Fatty, was not only Hayes Edwards’ classmate but also a buddy from the sa neighborhood, often playing together.
No matter the truth, Hayes Edwards’ identity as "The Boss" was solidified in everyone’s eyes, and even students from other classes specially ca over to recognize him as their "Big Brother."
Fatty Harry Huston and Joy Hoffman felt deeply threatened about their status.
On Monday, during the flag-raising ceremony, the junior high school division was on the lower playground, and the elentary division was on the upper playground; the routine speech under the national flag was scheduled for Grace Winter today.
Hayes Edwards stood at the end of the line; as soon as he looked up, he saw her.
Wearing the school’s custom student uniform, with a white shirt and a plaid short skirt, a bow tie at the collar, she looked especially well-behaved under the sunlight, and her voice was also well-behaved.
The originally listless students all looked up.
"Which class is she in?"
"Seems like she’s in fifth grade; don’t know which class exactly."
"Looks quite pretty, it’s just that she’s..."
The boy hadn’t finished his sentence when he suddenly felt pain in his calf and fell forward, bumping into several people.
"Who!"
The boy steadied himself awkwardly and was about to curse, only to see "The Boss" of their grade coldly staring at him.
"I kicked you, got a problem?" Hayes Edwards said in a provocative tone.
The boy was upset but didn’t dare to speak, feeling both angry and embarrassed, he turned back.
As soon as the flag-raising ceremony ended on Monday, the new Grade 7 students began their week-long military training.
The weather in September this year remained hot; the sun hung high in the sky, the sunlight was so glaring that looking up only showed patches of white light, tree leaves were shining from being baked, and the sound of cicadas was noisy.
Whenever there was a break, the small shop’s entrance would be crowded with students, and by the morning alone, the trash cans were overflowing with empty water bottles.
Fatty lay straight on the plastic track to rest, his sumr school uniform soaked with sweat, "Once this military training is over, I’m definitely treating myself to a good al."
Joy laughed at him from the side, "When do you ever eat poorly?"
Fatty even during military training had snacks, caught by the teachers multiple tis, yet he could still pull snacks out of his pockets.
Hayes Edwards sat nearby, leaning against the playground’s fence, his bangs damp with sweat, his features delicate but still carrying a youthful air, just with a little coolness in his brows.
He was probably daydreaming; Fatty had called him several tis before he snapped back, "What?"
Joy repeated, "Harry and I want to ask you if you still want to play ball tonight."
This week of military training ca with no howork.
Hayes put the bottle cap on tightly and casually tossed it into the trash can nearby, "Sure."
The whistle for assembly had already blown, and the previously noisy sports field instantly quieted down.
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