Ryan Dixon's annoyance led to his developing a negative disposition toward John Taylor. In addition to the rage he felt for Sam Aden, he also harboured resentment toward another person or thing. That goddamned system was the source of his annoyance. It would periodically hand him assignments that he had no choice but to finish when they were presented to him. It was as if it were one of those unique family masters that he had no choice but to obey silently and without question. Hearing things like you ought to get along with this person, treat that person well, or learn more from him, he couldn't help but feel disgusted by what he heard.In the past, there was another occurrence that was very similar to this one. Ryan Dixon appeared to be compliant and understanding by nodding his head and stating that he understood, but in reality, he did not carry out a single one of the tasks that were demanded of him. However, for the moment, this "parent" of his is not actually human, and he is u

As soon as the bell that indicated the end of class rang, all of the students hurriedly made their way to the cafeteria to have their lunch.Math was the last class of the day, and it had already gone on for five minutes past its scheduled end time. In a normal situation, even a half minute would make a tremendous impact, so despite the fact that five minutes seems like a very tiny amount of time, it was actually quite a lethal blow to them. They arrived at the cafeteria far after their optimal window of opportunity had passed, and as a result, they were compelled to participate in the mayhem that occurs during the peak hour.There were throngs of people in the cafeteria at the same time. Jeff Gray and John Taylor got their lunch, but when they tried to find a place to sit down while they were carrying their plates, there were none available.Chris Gordon, who was sitting to one side and waving warmly at them while they looked about, said, "Brother Tom, John Taylor, over here."It so

When the last class was over on Friday, the students were excited to get their bags ready and leave the school.At this time, only first- and second-year students can go home. The third years were busy getting ready for their college entrance exam and still had classes on the weekends. Every month, they only get two days off.Some of the students couldn't help but say, "It will be our turn next year. So unfortunate."People in your class would ask, "What are you afraid of? You could just blend in with the first and second years and slip out. You can take a break every day if you're brave enough.Then they would laugh and keep going downstairs.Most of the students at this high school lived in the same city, so they didn't have to travel too far to get there. They would choose to ride their bikes back, which is both a practical and stylish way to get around. Good friends would form a team and ride down the road with their uniforms flapping in the wind. They would laugh and talk with th