"The teacher is telling you about this."

"It's all right."

The teacher opened his mouth.

Looking at the boy, thinking about the boy's treatment in the class, she wanted to do something more than once.

She did try to do something.

But it's useless.

She has no way to force one person to open up to another.

The boy was not subject to substantial bullying.

But cold violence is equally terrible.

The harm to children is huge.

Fortunately, this child has a strong ability to withstand stress.

This made her feel relieved.

...

“…Don’t care too much about other people’s words…”

The teacher said one last time.

...

The boy was slightly stunned.

Then he nodded.

"Um."

...

The teacher smiled.

"Go."

“Be careful on the way home.”

"goodbye."

...

"Goodbye to the teacher."

This time, the boy's voice became clearer.

The boy couldn't help but feel a little happy.

He made up for the bad farewell just now.

In this way...

The teacher won't have a bad impression of him, right?

...

The boy's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

The teacher was very excited.

Then he withdrew his scattered and unfocused gaze.

She checked the situation in the classroom.

...

"Click~"

The classroom door was closed.

The teacher walked towards the staff office.

My mind is still thinking about the boy.

I hope that the child can spend this special period smoothly.

This is a time when my father disappeared and was isolated by his classmates...

...

The boy walked out of the campus.

...

He stood at the intersection.

I stared in a certain direction for a long time.

The park is the end of that direction.

Crow...

The boy was very confused.

...

"careful!"

The rough male voice exploded in the boy's ears.

He suddenly came back to his senses.

The person subconsciously avoided the side.

...

"What are you doing in the middle of the road?"

The man who was pushing several carts with paper boxes glared at the boy cursed.

"Don't be hit by a blind driver then."

...

"Yes, I'm sorry."

The boy apologized in a panic.

The man had already pushed the cart away.

He could vaguely hear the complaints from the man who was gradually moving away.

...

The boy pulled the strap of his schoolbag at a loss.

Thinking of the uncle's reprimand just now, he hurriedly walked a few steps aside.

The familiar figure glimpsed at the corner of his eyes made him turn around suddenly.

He did not stop anymore.

Walk forward with big strides.

...

Even if it was just a back, he quickly recognized it.

Not far away, the guys who were following him before...

Are they following him again?

Or...it's just a coincidence?

He doesn't know.

All he knew was that he was going home quickly.

...

That day, my mother came back from get off work and asked him if he had gone out to play in the afternoon.

My mother naturally knew that school was over early on Friday.

...

He shook his head and said no.

He does his homework at home.

...

Mom praised him for being a good boy.

...

The next day, my mother asked him the same question.
To be continued...