The Second Life's

XIII - With Idris

Upon hearing Felice's warning cry, Vendry felt the back of his head being hit by something loud. The clash made him dizzy for a moment and as his focus reassembled, he realized that he was crouching and his glasses had somehow been thrown away.

The 2nd grade students were astonished by the sight, but upon hearing the shouts of some teachers calling out the name of their homeroom teacher, they all immediately ran to Vendry's side and swarmed around in panic.

"Sir Vendry, are you okay?!"

"Sir, is your head dizzy?!"

"Sir, let's go to the clinic!"

"Sir Vendry"

"Sir-s"

"Sir-s"

Vendry felt his head was dizzy, felt heavier with the babble of his unmitigated students.

As Vendry felt his head about to break, the 2nd year students gathered around him slightly spread out and the anxious voices of his silent students momentarily made Vendry feel relieved.

"Sir Vendry, I took you to the clinic first yes," said a woman who came to his side to pull him up. From the voice of the woman Vendry instantly recognized the identity of this newcomer.

Ella, who had just returned to see this incident, approached Vendry and gave directions to her deputy before pulling Vendry to the clinic.

In the end the event ended for today and the class involved in the quarrel got dealt with, especially for the group of students who started the quarrel.

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Clinic Room.

"That's good there's no bleeding. Why didn't you just avoid it?"

Facing Ella's worries, Vendry whose head had just been examined by the school doctor now rubbed her forehead with discomfort etched into her face.

"If I could avoid it, then I wouldn't be here right now."

Ella frowned as a sign of anxiety and doubt, the woman stared intently at Vendry and asked, "Isn't your reflexes usual fast enough? Why is it that even a ball attack like that you're not aware of?"

Silence answered Ella's question. The woman sighed softly and then again asked, "Are you okay lately?"

The movements of Vendry's hand massaging his forehead paused for a moment, but the pause only lasted for a second before the man lowered his finger and muttered, "What could have happened to me..."

Ella stared intently at the indifferent-looking man and said in a serious tone, "You know what I'm worried about."

Vendry looked at the principal with a cold stare, "Yes, I know. You don't have to worry, I know my own body best and I know what needs to be done."

The atmosphere in the clinic room stiffened instantly as the two occupants of the room conducted a 'who stared the sharpest' contest'. Ella who was always known for her friendly smile this time made a very unpleasant expression.

Finally in the contest staring at each other, Ella first relented. The woman clicked her tongue and turned her face away, "I'll go take care of the mess. You rest here, and I'll come visit you again."

After Ella left, the room was left in silence and this man who was supposed to be resting got off the bed and picked up his laptop that Ella had left on the table.

Vendry ignored the words of his principal and began to continue his stalled work earlier. As he typed, the thought of Ella's words also swirled in his mind. Inevitably his concentration began to be disturbed.

At this time the door that Ella had just closed was not long ago re-opened. Vendry stopped his task and turned his head towards the door. He thought the return was Ella and was ready with the reprimand he might receive. However, what appeared behind the door was precisely a little girl whom he had not expected.

Felice pushed open the door and saw the man she wanted to see was looking at her. Looking at the laptop on the man's lap, Felice involuntarily frowned.

Not rest, this guy works?

Felice closed the door and looked at Vendry with a flash of disapproval, but before she said anything, her homeroom teacher had already started a conversation.

"What are you doing here?"

"Certainly came to see your condition."

That disrespectful answer made Vendry's face shrivel. How many times has he noticed that this child lacks the respect that a student should have for him, his homeroom teacher. Vendry actually doesn't care much about how his students think, but he's really in a bad mood right now and Vendry has no intention of tolerating his current students.

"Consider your etiquette when talking to your teacher" Vendry said with a cold look.

Seeing no response or at least a speck of shame and guilt from the little girl, Vendry's displeasure grew larger.

"Have you heard what I said?"

"Yes sorry for my insolence, sir."

Hearing Felice's insincere reply, Vendry's gaze grew even more piercing. Since the first time he met this boy, he had not liked him. This little girl did not act like a child in general. Said someone else Felice was a genius, but Vendry always felt that the reason behind this little girl's behavior was not because of her genius.

This child is acting too mature for his age. Starting from the way he talks, his views, and his way of responding to his environment. Sometimes Vendry even felt uneasy around this child, as if being observed by a powerful existence.

And how many times Vendry had noticed, this little girl sometimes looked at him with a meaning she could not describe. Sometimes she felt that Felice saw someone else in her. This thought clearly made Vendry unhappy.

"Sir, you are obviously still sick. Don't think too much and rest, your work can be delayed at least until you get well first."

Vendry ignored Felice's words and continued to stare at his laptop screen while saying in a flat tone, "Go back to class."

Seeing the man today not listening to his advice, Felice approached the man, then held tightly to one of his teacher's hands and repeated, "Rest first, sir."

Vendry stared intently at the small hand that was interfering with his activities, the annoyance grew even more and he turned his gaze to this impolite little girl with the intention of scolding her. But when the gazes of these two men met, Vendry saw seriousness in Felice's gaze.

"Don't be stubborn, the impact wasn't light. His voice even rang out to our bench, we're all worried about you, sir. Even the headmaster himself took you to the clinic personally, so you should rest properly instead of busy doing other things right now."

Vendry was silent, in just a day so many new experiences had happened to him, ranging from being given a cake, thrown a ball, and now he was even reprimanded by this brat...

Vendry should have been angry, but for some reason instead of being angry, she felt her negative emotions slowly subsiding.

Seeing that Vendry showed no reaction of resistance, Felice calmly took out the laptop on the man's lap and moved it to the side table.

"Come on, lie down."

Seeing Vendry not move, Felice patted the bed a few times and made a half-assuring and half-persuading expression, "Come on."

After laying down the big man, Felice attentively pulled the blanket over his teacher's shoulder and said, "Good sleep."

Vendry, "..."

His feelings were really mixed at the moment. This was still the first time he had been treated like this by anyone else, let alone a 7-year-old little boy. Inevitably Vendry wondered if his brain was a little shorted due to the impact of the ball so he began to hallucinate...

"Don't think too much, sleep."

A small hand patted his shoulder gently like persuading a brat.

Vendry, "..."

Well, not a hallucination...

"Are you really only 7 years old?"

A question Vendry subconsciously asked, even though he knew how irrational it was.

Felice was silent for a moment, yet she still gently placed her hand on the man's shoulder as she replied.

"of course. If it's not 7 years, then how old am I?"

Seeing Vendry silent, Felice again said, "Sometimes we should not judge people by their appearance alone. What if I was 7 years old? Do I have to behave like a spoiled child in general?"

"I just love being myself, sir. Other people's opinions don't matter much to me anyway."

Seeing no response from Vendry, Felice looked at the man and found that he had closed his eyes.

Felice knew this man had not slept, but she put away his hand and whispered, "Hopefully get well soon."

After the sound of the door opening and closing, Vendry opened his eyes.

"Can't judge people by appearance..."

The familiar words...