The boy naturally did not play ball games.
Soccer, basketball, volleyball, billiards...
They were all activities that required a lot of people to play.
He was not good at them either.
He set his sights on the horizontal bar.
But he found that quite a few students had already gathered around it.
The boy gave up on playing on the horizontal bar.
He looked around.
Everywhere he looked, there were students.
There was nowhere quiet.
He sighed inwardly.
Forget it.
He might as well leave.
There was only one less person. The teacher probably would not notice.
After hesitating for a while, the boy decided to go to the equipment room.
That way, if the matter "came to light" later, he could still explain.
He had gone to get equipment.
He had not been slacking off.
"Ow!"
The boy cried out in pain.
That familiar feeling...
The basketball bounced away at the corner of his eye, and the corner of the boy's mouth twitched violently.
He had actually been hit by a basketball again.
"I'm sor—"
"It's you."
The hurried apology came to an abrupt stop.
It turned into words spoken in an indistinct tone.
The boy raised his eyes.
His hand covered the forehead that had just been hit by the basketball.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The person who had come was a student from his class.
Seeing the other boy's pouting expression, the boy suddenly felt the forehead that had not hurt much begin throbbing painfully.
He pressed his lips tightly together.
"Yo."
"How did you manage to hit him?"
Another Short-haired boy walked over and slung an arm around the shoulders of the round-headed boy who had only gotten halfway through his apology.
"His brain was already messed up."
"Wouldn't that hit