After escaping the care of the infirmary teacher, I limped back to class.

Anyway, except for the scars on the corners of my eyes and mouth, which are more conspicuous, I have internal injuries and will not be noticed.

"Division. . . Daybreak?! What happened to you? Whining.. ”

As soon as I got back to class, I was pestered by Watson. His eyes were red, and he was holding my face worriedly.

This time, he was very seriously sad, and he didn't have any sissy behavior for the time being.

"I fell down on the toilet."

I gently pulled Watson's hand away and lay down on the table. What happened in the toilet is still vivid, as if it had just happened in the last second.

If you look at the note left behind,,It's probably Ellie who rescued me in the end.。。 If she was going to shoot, why did she wait for me to be beaten like that? Is it just to see my jokes?

Just take me for a moment. Fun toys?

"Ugh."

I sighed, and the aching wound prevented me from thinking about anything more. Watson moved his chair and sat next to me. I could still hear the sound of his tears falling to the ground, little by little, ticking and ticking.

Staying with bad people really gets into all kinds of trouble, right? Let the people who care about themselves be sad, let themselves fall into a bad situation, and lose their ordinary life.

Leaning on my desk and looking out the window, I pulled out a pack of tissues from the drawer and handed it to Watson with my backhand.

"Watson, stop crying, I'm okay again."

yes, I didn't have anything to do with anything other than the pain in my stomach that I was kicked.

"But... But! ”

Watson cried like a girl, and even more vulnerable than a girl. Gods, I don't know if you should say that you were too much to Watson or that you were too unfair to the girls. Why do you want to give a boy the look of a girl? Is prank that much fun?

"Nothing, I'm fine."

I turned my head to look at Watson earnestly, then pressed my hand on his head and rubbed his hair vigorously.

His half-length hair, slender and soft, not at all as hard as a boy should be. Growing up, I always comforted him when he cried.

But.. How long has it been since he's cried? A year? Two years? Ever since he grew up, Watson has slowly become a man. Until he confessed to me.

"Really. . . Is it? ”

Watson asked, choked up. Looking at his big eyes with tears in his eyes, I inexplicably felt a trace of guilt. I feel guilty that I was hurt and had to let others cry for me.

"Really." I nodded.

"Is it really true?" Watson asked earnestly with a red eye biting his lip.

"Really, really." I nodded again.

"Really, really, really?" Watson's head was a little closer to my face, and I could almost smell his snort.

"Really. . . It's really true," I said, with veins on my forehead.

"Really, really, really, really."

"Wow! Watson! You're not done! ”

Looking at Watson's delicate appearance that was about to pounce on me, I finally couldn't stand it anymore!

If anyone finds an opportunity, they want to bend their good brother! This kind of behavior of seeing the stitches and inserting needles is for me to use well on the right path!

"Alas. . . Stand.. ”

With a dark face, Watson and his chair were pushed to his original seat, and I silently sat back on my feng shui throne by the window.

Could it be that I'm making too much of a fuss? What if Watson just showed that he cared about his brothers?

No, no, no, probably not.

How can anyone discharge to his brother when he is fine?

How can anyone show a shy little woman when she hooks her shoulders and backs?

Who would want to be touched by a good brother!!

"Trouble is dead."

Muttering, I fell back on my desk. The figure of Ellie came to my mind again, the figure that haunted me at the moment.

"If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have met with this kind of thing." Clenching the pen in my hand firmly, I muttered to myself.

"Did she really go into the men's bathroom?" Soon my mind was wandering again.

"What else to say. Am I her little brother? Abominable violent woman. ”

With a snort, I moved my ass to make me more comfortable on my desk.

In this way, in my irritable self-talk, my daily class time today slowly passed.

It may have been the infirmary's teacher who made a small report, and I was called by our homeroom teacher to teach for a while during the afternoon recess.

BUT THANKS TO THE KIND HEAD TEACHER, I SLEPT ON MY STOMACH DURING CLASS, AND I DIDN'T GET CALLED UP BY THAT ANNOYING MISS. CHEN. PROBABLY MISS. CHEN ALSO WANTS ME TO TAKE A GOOD REST WHEN I am injured.

Maybe this is Seon's lost horse, but I don't know if it's a blessing???

。。。。。。。。。

"In short, today's school life is really terrible!"

On the way home, I gulped soda into my mouth and cursed indignantly. By the way, this bottle of soda was given to me by the boy I saved.

I guess the only good thing today is this bottle of soda, right? Because it at least made me realize that good people have good rewards.

Thinking about these haves and nots, I actually saw a boy who was bullied in the toilet in the morning on the road.

"Hey! Thank you for the soda! ”

I smiled as I thought I was friendly and greeted him with the soda in my hand.

“。。。。。”

However, when he saw me, he trembled, lowered his head and walked away quickly to avoid my gaze.

"Are you so shy? You can't say hello. ”

I scratched the slightly itchy wound in the corner of my eye and watched as the boy ran out of my field of vision.

"Forget it, no matter."

Stuff the drained soda bottle into your bag. I should treasure this prize for "righteousness and bravery".

And then.. I slowly walked to the place where I met Elle yesterday. That's when I remembered that Elle had said that she would come to me today to "borrow money".

"Hey, human sandbag, did you bring a little more money today?"

Just as I thought about it, the familiar dull girl rang in my ears, and a slender arm rested gently on my shoulder.

Elle is like a good guy with me, talking to me in a shoulder-to-back posture.

"Uhhh

"Ah, it's over!" was emitted. I stiffened my neck and looked at Ellie, who was resting her chin on my shoulder.

The girl's big eyes, which were originally bright, have inexplicably lost their color today. And her slightly tired face was also a little different from before, a little yellow. It's like... It's like not having enough to eat?

"The old lady asked you something!"

Ellie's standard scolding came to my ears again, followed by her hair grabbing me again.

Damn it! You violent woman has a special fetish for hair, okay! Grab my hair every time for Mao!