The next morning at breakfast, Sophia took the dog food out and poured some on Ever's plate.
Ever sniffed at the dog food but didn't eat, he gave a look of disgust.
Apparently, he wanted the small jerky she gave him yesterday.
She could only post a picture on her blog to ask for help.
"Grandpa is so picky. He won't eat dog food. What should I do?" said KAP.
Netizens went wild in the morning.
"Ha-ha, the picky Grandpa is so cute!"
"Beg him to eat!"
"Reason with him! Kid… oh no, it's an old man, can't be picky about food!"
"Beauty, you'll spoil him!"
"Oh, my love. He is so cute."
After accepting the advice of the netizens, Sophia tried to reason with him.
"You can't be picky about food. Ever! Do you know how many stray dogs don't even have enough to eat? Cherish the grain, you know?"
Ever didn't respond.
"Come on, Grandpa. Please!"
He still didn't respond.
Sophia looked at the clock on the wall. Time was running out. She had to go to school in a moment.
She pretended to be angry, "Ever don't behave, I don't like him anymore!"
As she spoke, she turned and left.
Ever hovered around for a few laps, wobbled over and rubbed his head under Sophia's feet.
Sophia was packing her bag, and she just ignored him.
After a while, he turned and ran out. Later, he came back with the plate in his mouth. Then he put the plate on the floor, barked at her, and bent down to eat.
Sophia was amused and bent down to stroke his head.
Ever raised his head, he showed a docile look, squinted, and hummed twice.
Sophia couldn't help squatting down and hugging it.
This little buddy, no, old buddy, was so cute! She even didn't want him back to Mitch Watson.
***
When Sophia arrived at school, the time was just right up. She was almost late.
Director Bull was standing at the school gate. When he saw Sophia, rarely, he gave a smile.
Sophia was stunned. Also, she gave a smile and walked into the campus.
She walked a few steps and heard someone calling her.
She looked back and saw the teacher who had been invigilated yesterday and turned and walked towards her.
"What's wrong, madam?" Sophia asked.
Mrs. Lee looked at her and asked, "You're good at math, Sophia. I think physics and chemistry should be good, too. Right? Why did you choose liberal arts?"
If Sophia could choose herself, she would choose science. While in sophomore year, all students had already chosen their subjects. So, "that Sophia" had already made the chosen before she came. Then she had to study liberal arts.
Naturally, she won't tell Mrs. Lee about that.
"I'm not good at physics. I can't manage science," smiled Sophia.
Mrs. Lee was a little disappointed. She thought for a while and said, "If you come to science class, maybe I can recommend you to take the exam as a math specialty. Glinton University wants math majors this year."
Sophia didn't expect Mrs. Lee would tell her that. She didn't want to go to college as a specialty. For her, liberal arts and science were the same. It was not difficult for her to enter the Glinton University. There was no need to be so troublesome.
And she didn't want to leave Class 17 at all. There were classmates she knew and the teachers she liked.
"Thank you. But I like liberal arts better!" Sophia smiled, "I'm going to be late. I should go."
Mrs. Lee could only nod and let her go.
Before she left work yesterday, she especially went to Director Bull's office to bring in Sophia's exam papers and read them carefully.
Then she discovered a thing that surprised her.
Sophia used the easiest solution to solve the questions. And her train of thought was very clear. As a math teacher for nearly a decade, she was unable to find the best solution in a short time.
But Sophia did it.
She thought Sophia had a special talent for math. A student like this would certainly enter a good university if she entered her top class.
Surprisingly, Sophia was from a liberal arts class. What's more, the class wasn't a top class. And it was Ms. Acheson's class. Mrs. Lee was very unhappy about that.
Failing to persuade Sophia, she sighed and walked to her office.
When she reached the door of the office, she suddenly saw a familiar figure.
It was Mr. Cromwell.
Mrs. Lee greeted him, "Hi, Mr. Cromwell."
Mr. Cromwell turned back and saw Mrs. Lee." Good morning!" He smiled.
"Mr. Cromwell. Have you ever taught class seventeen grade three?" Mrs. Lee asked.
"Yeah, but not long, just a month. While PE is already stopped now, I'm just in charge of a few sports students. What's wrong?"
"Well, do you know a girl named Sophia Green?" Mrs. Lee.
Mr. Cromwell paused, then nodded and said, "Yeah. I noticed her before. Her physical quality is very good. I wanted to persuade her to take the sports specialty, but she refused… If she takes the sports specialty, I think she has a chance of getting into Glinton University!"
"I just wanted her to take the math specialty. She… How many specialties does she have?" Mrs. Lee said.
Mr. Cromwell was too surprised to say anything.
"By the way," said Mrs. Lee, "do you live in the teacher's building, too? The light on the third floor of our 11th building is broken. Can you fix it? I've been trying to contact the electrician these days, but he's too busy to come."
Mr. Cromwell smiled kindly, "Yeah. It's just a piece of cake. Well… isn't your husband at home, Mrs. Lee? He should be able to handle it."
Mrs. Lee's face turned a little pale. She shook her head. "He... isn't at home. He's on a business trip. It'll take days to get back."
"Well… I'll check it there after lunch."
"Thank you."
"No problem.. We work together."