The Second Life's

XII - First Meeting

The 2nd graders were stunned by Felice's actions. Who knew that this little girl would do something disrespectful like thrusting a box directly in front of their teacher's face and coupled with a sharp tone of speech, no one would be surprised that these adults would be angry.

Feline looked at her brother nervously. He wasn't too close to Vendry so he didn't know how their next homeroom teacher would react, but he always hears from his friends that their homeroom teacher is the type of person who doesn't like the disrespect of others.

Vendry looked at the cake box blocking his view from the laptop screen with a cold expression.

Seeing this man not receiving his gift, Felice shook the little box in her hand and repeated her words once again, "Sir, this is a cake for you."

Vendry looked at the little girl in front of him with a light frown on her face and wanted to reprimand Felice's disrespectful behavior. But before he could do it, Felice was sitting next to him and put the cake box on his teacher's lap, more precisely on a laptop keyboard.

"Father hasn't eaten since, so we brought you a little cake. Eat some, sir."

This time Felice's words were more polite and there was even a hint of tenderness in her tone that only Vendry could detect. The man stared at the cake box for a moment before lifting it up and moving his laptop to the side.

"Thank you."

The 2nd grade students who were initially nervous, were finally relieved when they saw that their teacher was not angry with Felice's irreverence. Honestly, Felice's actions were completely unexpected, but luckily Vendry received the cake positively.

The 2nd grade students each returned to their seats. Felice let her sister go to gather with Derrick and other friends to discuss the issue of the next match.

Vendry opened the box and saw six small cakes neatly arranged in the box. His movements halted slightly before he picked up a small spoon and started tasting the cake.

As the small piece of cake entered the mouth, Felice could see a slight trace on Vendry's dark eyes.

She liked.

This time Felice looked at Vendry more seriously. Every sign of movement in this man proves that his choice is not wrong. The more Felice stared, the more intense his gaze became.

Those movements, those expressions, they were really similar to that person...

The stared Vendry slightly frowned and turned to look at Felice with her typical cold gaze.

Ah... Even this reaction was the same as that person was used to...

Felice could read the obvious displeasure emanating from this man.

"How does it feel, sir?"

Vendry was silent, but a few seconds later a faint voice could only be heard by the two, "Not bad."

Felice smiled.

"Good."

......................

During his half year of rebirth, this was still the first time he had to force himself so far to get used to the pile of sound waves that attacked his peace of mind for half a day.

Felice who followed the mood of her classmates in the morning, now did not make the slightest sound on her stool. He only looked at the event with a flat expression that could be translated as boredom by his beloved little sister.

Even as Feline advanced onto the field, Felice's spirit remained like calm water in the ocean without causing the slightest ripple. The only thing comforting Felice was that not only was she herself feeling uneasy, the man next to her was also in a similar situation.

Vendry no longer paid attention to the event, his focus now on his laptop screen.

Yes, this guy is working.

Amidst this boisterous atmosphere of youth, this young man in his 20s frowned and took a serious look at the laptop screen. The pair of sharp eyes behind his silver frame showed seriousness all the time without blinking, like an ancient old man.

Sometimes the eyebrows that had been a bit tense, increasingly twitched when the shrill scream sound disturbed his concentration. Seeing Vendry's appearance from the side, made Felice inevitably feel dazed. The shadow of the person hidden in the small box in the corner of his mind was always attached to this man.

Every time he saw the frown on this man's brow, it wanted to feel like he raised his hand and gently smoothed the trace of that frown through the touch of his fingertips while comforting this man, he said, just like he has done in the past.

Felice's heart stiffened for a moment. A brief mistrust filled him as he realized how absurd this thought of him was. Felice clenched a fist on his lap, even though Vendry and 'he' had the same habit, yet they were both clearly different people! How could he have thought of loving this man...

In the midst of Felice's frustrating moments, suddenly there was a voice of angry shouting from the side of the field.

On the current court, a basketball game between a group of 6th grade students that was supposed to be going on, was suddenly stopped due to the quarrel of both teams.

Felice's hearing was slightly better than most, so he could hear glimpses of the real issue being debated by these two teams. It turned out that one of the players was accused of a foul by pushing down his opponent and this charge was denied by that player's team.

The problem was that the referee and the spectators didn't see it clearly because it was too fast, but it is true that the driven player is now sitting on the ground with a slightly scuffed knee and bleeding from the impact of his fall.

The referee and homeroom guardians of both teams were already on the pitch for the matter. When the quarrel could not be contained by the three teachers, the other teachers also began to come down to help.

Vendry who always focused his attention on his work also stopped his action and looked at the incident. Wrinkles formed on his brows as he watched the quarrel between these 6th graders become even fiercer.

Moving his laptop, Vendry came down from his place and told his students who were sitting in the front seat to move to the back, lest this quarrel affect his children.

Just like Vendry, the other homeroom guardians also ordered their students to stay away from this quarrel, some even allowing their students to return to class first.

Felice pulled Feline to sit next to him while looking at the continuation of the situation on the pitch. As the movements of the students grew more and more violent, he caught the movement of one of the students holding the ball. That person would throw the ball at his opponent and his target stood in front of Vendry who was turning his back on the group...

"Be careful!"

Just as Felice shouted, the ball was already hovering and thanks to Felice's warning the student who was the target of the throw immediately crouched down with reflex so that the ball went straight towards Vendry and hit the back of his head.

"Sir Vendry!"