"The teacher is just telling you about this."

"never mind."

The teacher opened his mouth.

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

She did try something.

But it's of no use.

There was no way she could force one person to open up to another person.

The boy was not physically bullied.

But cold violence is equally terrifying.

The harm to children is huge.

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

This gave her a sigh of relief.

…

"...Don't care too much about what others say..."

The teacher said the last thing.

…

The boy was slightly startled.

Then he nodded.

"Um."

…

The teacher smiled.

"Go ahead."

"Be careful on the way home."

"goodbye."

…

"goodbye teacher."

This time, the boy's voice was clearer.

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

He made up for that bad goodbye.

In this case……

The teacher's impression of him won't be too bad, right?

…

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

The teacher was lost in thought for a while.

Then he withdrew his unfocused gaze.

She checked the situation in the classroom.

…

"Pap~"

The classroom door is closed.

The teacher walked to the staff office.

My mind is still thinking about the boy.

I hope the child can spend this very special day smoothly.

During this period of time when my father is missing and I am isolated from my classmates...

…

The boy walked out of the campus.

…

He stood at the crossroads.

Staring in a certain direction for a long time.

Go to the end in that direction and you'll find the park.

Crow crow...

The boy was very confused.

…

"careful!"

A rough male voice boomed in the boy's ears.

He suddenly came to his senses.

People subconsciously moved to the side.

…

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

The man pushing a cart with several cardboard boxes cursed and glared at the boy.

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

…

"Yes, sorry."

The boy apologized frantically.

The man had already left with the cart.

He could still vaguely hear the grumbling sounds of the man who was walking away.

…

The boy pulled at the strap of his schoolbag somewhat helplessly.

Thinking of the uncle's rebuke just now, he hurriedly took a few steps to the side.

The familiar figure caught sight of in the corner of his eye made him turn around suddenly.

He didn't stop any longer.

Walked forward in long strides.

…

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

At the entrance of the snack bar not far away... were the same guys who had been following him before.

Are they following him again?

Or... is it just a coincidence?

he does not know.

All he knew was that he had to go home quickly.

…

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

Mom naturally knows that school ends early on Friday.

…

He shook his head and said no.

He is doing homework at home.

…

His mother praised him as a good boy.

…

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