Chapter 12 Tragedy
Fox felt puzzled and certain that he was being targeted. But there was nothing he could say, so he stepped up to the podium and started writing with the chalk.
He had already grasped the key points of the lesson, and this equation wasn’t difficult. He finished it quickly. The final résult was indeed 24. This meant that earlier, he had just looked at it, run it through his mind, and already had the answer.
Other students would probably have to write it out painstakingly. It was near the end of the semester, and final exams were approaching. Most of the teachers‘ lessons were just reviews. To get better results, the problems they listed were never simple.
Fox finished easily, and the teacher was a bit shocked.
“How can it be 24? This must be wrong,” Rocco mumbled to himself.
“It is 24, Rocco. You need to work harder on your math,” said Jenny. For some reason, she suddenly felt a glow around Fox. The little guy she used to look down on seemed rather handsome now.
In fact, Fox wasn’t bad–looking and was also someone who loved sports. Although he wasn’t on any school teams, he still had some skills. Regular exercise gave him a sunny disposition. Of course, after high school, he no longer had time for sports, and later he even ended up in jail. His health deteriorated after he gave up exercising.
“Has the little guy been working hard, Jenny? Are you falling for him?” Rocco nudged Jenny with her elbow.
What was going on? Was the
little guy really going to rise up and win the beauty?
Rocco felt annoyed. She remembered yesterday when Fox had deliberately recited a love letter to annoy her.
“Why not? I find him quite attractive. Compared to the other boys in school, he’s probably in the top ten,” Jenny said, flashing a strange smile. “He’s worked really hard to get my attention. If he gets into NYU, why not give him a chance?”
Jenny gave a dismissive smile.
“But isn’t he aiming for MIT? You’re also planning to go there,” Rocco said, raising an eyebrow.
“No way. In the end, reality will set in. I can’t get in, and neither can he,” Jenny had thought it through last night. She realized she might not get into MIT; the best she could do was NYU, and likely in a less popular major.
The teacher frowned and nodded at Fox. “Correct answer.”
This kid had gotten it? Such a difficult problem, and he really solved it? The teacher’s opinion of Fox slightly improved.
Fox returned to his seat and raised his right hand to Jennifer.
“Hmm?” Jennifer blinked in confusion.
Fox shook his hand, and Jennifer dumbly raised her left hand. Unable to wait, he gave her a high–five.
“Thank you so much, Jennifer. I couldn’t have done it without you,” Fox said gratefully.
Jennifer looked at her left hand, feeling the warmth lingering from his touch. She lowered her head and began eating her small cake.
The lesson continued, and Fox listened attentively, absorbing all the knowledge. During study periods, he focused intensely, completely immersing himself in the world of learning. There was no doubt; he truly loved studying now.
During break, Fox and Jennifer chatted to relax. Fox found he quite enjoyed talking to her.
Just then, a girl approached them timidly.
“Fox, can you explain that problem to me?”
It was a thin girl with a braid, looking a bit malnourished and tired.
“Sure, no problem. Teaching you will also help reinforce my own knowledge,” Fox said, smiling warmly like a kind neighbor.
The girl looked grateful and laid out her paper, ready to listen.
“Fox, I’ve eaten too much cake, and my throat feels dry. Can you get me a bottle of water?” Jennifer said, giving him a direction.
“But I still need to explain the problem to her,” Fox said, looking a bit puzzled.
“But if it’s your request, I’ll go now. I’ll be quick and explain it when I get back,” Fox said, leaving his seat.
“I’ll explain it to you. I taught Fox, and he’s a bit clumsy. He might not be good at this,
Jennifer said, taking over the explanation.
Fox went to the vending machine, not knowing what Jennifer wanted to drink, so he randomly chose four bottles. The extras would be for Peterson and the girl with the
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braid.
“Lucy Freeman, I know her,” Fox scratched his head. In his memory, she was an invisible figure in the class. But something major happened to her.
During summer break, she was attacked and brutally murdered by a deranged person while returning home late from work. The police searched for a long time but never found the killer.
Lucy was a nice girl. She had gotten into a good university in a popular major, but her family was too poor to afford the tuition. Eventually, she had to give up and start working early. Fox thought it was a real pity.
Setting aside the college issue, if possible, he didn’t want her to die.
“At least a warning should be fine,” Fox thought, stroking his chin.
Although he had spent years in prison and seen many dangerous people, he was still a bit cautious about risking his own life. A few warnings should suffice to help her avoid her fate.
Fox returned with the drinks to find Jennifer and Lucy chatting happily.
“You can’t just memorize in math. You have to find the thread, and then everything will unravel,” Jennifer was sharing her experience.
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