The child said he had been playing house...
That explanation wasn't impossible.
But the boy's mother, like the teacher, still had some doubts.
Compared with the teacher, she naturally knew the boy better, since she was his mother.
Playing house?
Before today, she had never known her child liked that game.
She had never seen him play it, either.
So...
Was her child lying?
Or had he suddenly taken a liking to the game?
The boy's mother didn't voice her doubts.
She listened quietly as the teacher explained.
Every now and then, she gave a brief reply when the teacher sought a response.
Until she knew for sure, she wouldn't voice any speculation that might harm her child.
She knew it was only speculation.
But once it got out, people would think it was true.
A falsehood repeated often enough became the truth; tell it to three people, and it became a tiger; public opinion could melt metal...
She knew that all too well.
The teacher thought it over, then called the boy in.
She felt he might be more at ease with his mother there.
Perhaps he would express more of his true thoughts and feelings.
The teacher took this matter very seriously.
Mental health issues shouldn't be taken lightly.
She didn't fully believe the explanation the boy had given.
But she didn't want to pressure him.
Perhaps she was simply overthinking things.
The boy had already been through a lot lately.
He was under considerable mental strain.
She didn't want to put any more pressure on him.
"Song Xiaxuan's mom."
The teacher smiled at the woman.
She'd said everything she needed to say.
"Let's leave it there for now."
"I have class later."
"I need to head to the classroom soon."
"All right."