"Knock, knock~"
The homeroom teacher knocked on the classroom door.
She looked into the classroom.
Her eyebrows lifted.
"The other classes have all gone home."
"Why haven't you left yet?"
"Are you planning to stay and study?"
The teacher smiled knowingly.
"That's fine t—"
"Teacher, we're leaving."
The teacher's suggestion was so "terrifying" that the students immediately forgot what had happened just moments ago. They hurriedly slung on their backpacks and headed for the classroom door.
They jostled each other, making quite a commotion.
"Goodbye, teacher."
As they passed the teacher, the students smiled very obediently.
But their pace didn't slow down in the slightest.
The homeroom teacher found it rather amusing.
"Goodbye."
"Be careful on your way home."
"Pay attention when you cross the street."
"Final exams are coming up soon. Try to settle down and focus these next few days. Read more, and besides doing your homework, take a look at the mistakes you've made so you can fill in the gaps..."
The homeroom teacher couldn't help giving the passing students one earnest reminder after another.
"Got it!"
The students called back loudly as they walked away.
Before long, the once-bustling classroom had grown rather quiet.
The boy tugged at his backpack straps and headed for the classroom door.
His gaze lowered slightly.
He felt a little uneasy.
He wasn't used to being alone with a teacher.
The boy had the same "common ailment" as most students.
An instinctive "fear" of teachers.
The boy regretted not leaving with the last student.
Then he wouldn't have ended up in such an awkward situation.
"Goodbye, teacher."
As he passed the teacher, the boy hastily mumbled a farewell.
As soon as he'd said it, he regretted it.
Had the teacher even heard him?
But