While the child was unconscious, the homeroom teacher had contacted his parents...
But she hadn't been able to reach either Child's Dad or Child's Mom.
Even after the child woke up, she still hadn't received a call back from them.
She couldn't help frowning.
Were they too busy?
Never mind.
Since she couldn't reach the child's parents for the time being, she would take him home herself.
After being so badly frightened, the child needed to go home and get some proper rest.
He needed time to calm down.
She suspected that the child seemed so calm right now because he had just woken up from being unconscious and hadn't yet processed what had happened.
Once it sank in, he wouldn't be so calm anymore.
Home was always the place where people felt safest.
The child would feel much more at ease at home, too.
It would be best if she could get in touch with his parents later and have them come home early to keep him company...
The homeroom teacher froze.
She'd had it all planned out in her mind.
But what had she just seen?
"Song Heng..."
"Y-you don't want to go home?"
The homeroom teacher watched the child shake his head.
Just as she had a few seconds earlier.
"No."
The child lowered his head.
His voice was very soft.
But the homeroom teacher heard his answer.
"Why?"
The homeroom teacher was surprised.
"Wouldn't it be better to go home and rest?"
"No need."
The child shook his head.
He kept his head lowered.
His hands, resting on the blanket, were clenched tightly together.
"I'm fine."
He didn't need to go home early.
"How can you be fine?"
The homeroom teacher frowned disapprovingly.
"You were lucky this time..."
"You fell