The little boy casually walked over to a piece of exercise equipment.
He had just placed his hand on it.
A thought flashed through his mind, making him stop.
Huh?
The little boy turned his head.
He looked back in the direction he had come from.
He had rushed all the way here just now...
Had he even noticed whether the mushroom-head boy had come to look for him today?
The little boy felt terribly regretful.
The mushroom-head boy didn't come to see him every day.
But he came by three or four times a week, more or less.
In other words, on a good week, the little boy got to see the mushroom-head boy almost every day after school.
The little boy couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
His already uneasy, erratic heartbeat grew even more restless and tense.
He took a deep breath.
The mushroom-head boy probably hadn't come today.
Otherwise, wouldn't he have called out to him?
That is, if the mushroom-head boy had arrived and seen him when he rushed out of school just now.
Oh, no!
The little boy irritably kicked at the ground beneath his feet.
Not seeing Big Sis had already made him feel awful.
If he missed the mushroom-head boy, too...
The little boy opened his mouth.
The frustration in his heart made him want to let it all out.
But the words caught in his throat.
They wouldn't come up.
They wouldn't go down.
He felt choked up and miserable.
That day, the little boy once again waited until night fell.
Just like yesterday.
Big Sis never came.
The little boy refused to give up.
He kept trying to reassure himself.
There was what was happening at home, and Big Sis being gone...
And...
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