Of course boys can't play ball games.

Football, basketball, volleyball, table tennis...

These are all activities that only a large number of people can play.

He's not good at it either.

He aimed at the horizontal bar.

But I found that many students had gathered around the horizontal bar.

…

The boy gave up his plan to play on the horizontal bar.

He looked around.

Everywhere you look, there are students.

There is no clean place.

He sighed inwardly.

never mind.

He'd better leave here.

It's just that he is missing, so the teacher probably won't notice.

After hesitating for a while, the boy decided to go to the equipment room.

In this way, when the incident comes to light, he can still explain it.

He went to get equipment.

Rather than being lazy.

…

"Ouch!"

The boy cried out in pain.

This familiar feeling...

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the basketball bouncing away, and the corner of the boy's mouth twitched fiercely.

He was actually hit by a basketball again.

…

"Right-"

"It is you."

The anxious apology came to an abrupt end.

It turned into words with an unclear tone.

…

The boy raised his eyes.

His hand covered his forehead where he had just been hit by a basketball.

Eyes narrowed slightly.

The visitor is a student in his class.

Seeing the other person's curled lips, the boy felt that his forehead, which wasn't so painful at first, suddenly started to throb in pain.

He pursed his lips.

…

"Yo."

"How did you hit him?"

Another boy with short hair came over and put his hand on the shoulder of the boy with round hair who had just apologized halfway.

"His brain is not good to begin with."

"Wouldn't it be even more problematic if I smash it?"

…

"Pfft~"

"Haha~"

The words of the short-haired boy made the onlookers laugh tacitly.

…

The only ones outside the status quo are boys.

The boy looked confused.

He thought that the short-haired boy's words were just trying to push him away.

But the reaction of everyone at the scene made him feel that it was not that simple.

…

What's wrong?

The boy pressed hard on his forehead, which was hit just now.

The shadow of the hand falling on his eyes provided him with a sense of security.

The boy felt helpless in his heart.

He wanted to know what they were talking about, what they were laughing about...

His lips were tightly pursed but no sound came out.

…

He wants to leave here.

He didn't like the looks on him.

I also hate these smiling faces.

There was also harsh laughter.

…

The boy took a deep breath.

The twitching feeling in my forehead became more and more distinct.

…

"Hello."

The short-haired boy looked at the boy curiously.

…

The boy was stunned.

How long has it been...

The classmates in the class did not take the initiative to talk to him.

The boy seemed a little dazed and unfamiliar.

I didn’t know how to respond for a moment?

…

"Have you been to the doctor?"

The short-haired boy pointed at his head.

…

The boy's eyes widened for a moment.

See a doctor?

What doctor should I see?

ah……

Does it refer to what happened when he was hit by a ball just now?

Then hasn't he always been here?

Do you still need to ask him if you have seen a doctor?

The boy found that he didn't seem to understand the other party's apparently simple words...
To be continued...