I, who advocate giving up, feel like a disqualified person

"Anyway... let's go in and take a look..."

I muttered to myself and walked through the open door... During this time, I paid special attention to the guard room, but there was no one inside. Considering that it was already noon, they must have gone to a nearby restaurant to buy food...

While this makes it easy for me to enter the school, saving me the necessary explanation and avoiding the awkwardness of being barred... what if someone with bad intentions takes advantage of the situation and enters the campus? This is full of radishes... the flowers of our country grow here. Who's responsible if something goes wrong? Well, it seems like the security guards are responsible... So just stay at work...

Thinking about these meaningless things, I walked into the campus and found that although the playground was not as big as that of our school, as a playground owned by an elementary school... it should be very spacious.

Some of the facilities from childhood have been demolished, but a lot of new things have been added to some places... For example, there is a second teaching building and a library.

Are primary school students treated so well nowadays? Back then, there was no library in school at all, and we had to get a library card and borrow books from the bookstore... To be honest, I am a little envious.

Ah... I'll stop here with my feelings. I didn't come here to visit my alma mater... I just came to find my teacher.

Hmm... So, where can I find a teacher...

I'm just starting to think about this problem now, and I always feel a little mentally retarded.

But I was smart enough to come up with the answer right away.

There will be displays of outstanding teachers near the bulletin board. All you have to do is find the teacher who taught me there... although the impression left on me by those teachers who taught me was generally not very good.

There are even some that left me with psychological trauma.

Fortunately, the guy's face did not appear on this wall, otherwise I would have definitely peeled it off.

"...Um..."

I don't know most of them... I have some impression of a few, but they weren't my homeroom teachers... I'm surprised I remember them...

"what..."

After some searching and identification, I finally saw a face that had changed a lot but was still recognizable. It was my former class teacher.

Okay, I finally found it... Which class is it in?... I looked at the introduction information below.

. . . . . . . . . .

That’s right... Which teacher would stay in the classroom at noon when all the students have left school... I am really naive.

Facing the locked door of Class 3, Grade 5, I couldn't help but regret ignoring the invitations of Lingcan and Yehui... Well, let's just count Rinquanchuan in for now.

In short... I should have known this a long time ago, but I only realized it at this moment... I feel really desperate.

It’s better to fill your stomach first.

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Everyone needs a reason to do something, and I am one of them. No matter what I want to do, I have to figure out what I am thinking about and how to do it. The reason for doing this is on the one hand to save time, and on the other hand... it is a habit.

Perhaps after realizing the preciousness of energy, we began to worry about how to output a small amount of energy in a planned way to accumulate more energy. We kept calculating like this and gradually developed this habit.

Well... what's the reason why I'm investigating this matter? Why do I want to know about her...

And why did I come to this school?

...There's really no reason to worry, I just wanted to see it with my own eyes.

Although after helping Luo Qinuo that time, I began to feel that what I saw might not be true...but I am sure that my judgment was correct.

She must exist. She was once my favorite person and someone who always encouraged me... In short, she is a very nice person... who can bring me a lot of happiness.

The reason I came this time... was actually to see her name with my own eyes, to see if it was the same name that I muttered in a trance, and also to confirm... or just to ask the teacher to describe some things about her in person.

I... feel this way... When I am 90% sure, I will start thinking about... other doubts.

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After waiting for a while, some students have arrived at the school one after another...At this time, a primary school student happened to walk next to me. He seemed to be frightened when he saw me, but after calming down, he was now looking at me curiously.

"...Are you a student in this class?"

I saw that he seemed to want to talk to me, so I took the initiative to greet him.

"Well...Big brother, are you here to look for someone?" He answered my question and then asked me a question as well.

"Um... I'm here to see your homeroom teacher. What time does she usually arrive?"

"It's usually around two o'clock... If you want to find our homeroom teacher now, you can find her in the office building."

Office? I don't even know where the office is...

He seemed to have noticed this problem and pointed in a direction, "That's our teachers' office."

"...So that's the one closest to the gate..."

Well...after all, my parents were rarely invited to visit when I was in school, so I am not very familiar with the teachers' building.

But now that we know everything, we can just go there...

"Thanks, kid."

As I said this, I ran towards there.

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

Although I haven't been there many times...but the impression that the teaching building gives me is that it is quiet.

This time is of course no exception.

It didn't take me long to find the teacher's office...but I didn't have the courage to knock on the door...because I hadn't seen him in so many years.

Finally, I knocked on the door, and then heard two "come in".

After hearing this, I pushed the door open and found that the teacher I was looking for was still there, and then I saw another teacher who looked like a new teacher.

Maybe because my appearance was a little abrupt, they were all stunned for a moment and then started asking me

"Excuse me, classmate, who are you looking for?"

"Oh..."

I felt myself mechanically looking towards the homeroom teacher I was looking for, "I...I'm looking for...you, teacher."

"Uh-huh?"

I seemed to hear someone exclaim, "What the hell is this?"

"I don't think I explained it clearly..." I thought for a moment, "Actually, I was your student... Do you still remember me, Yi Sheji?"

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It was not until I gave my name that my former class teacher seemed to suddenly remember me, and then confirmed my identity with some uncertainty.

"Is that you, Yi Sheji? I remember that although your academics were okay back then, the questions asked in class were mostly beyond the answers in the textbook... Is that you?"

It seems like it's quite detailed... Speaking of which, I can't answer questions.

"Yeah... I was too timid at that time. In fact, I didn't have the courage to answer questions that I knew the answer to." I also responded with a smile.

"It's been so long since we last met... You've changed a lot." She smiled and looked me over. "You've grown so tall. When I think back to when you were younger... you were much smaller and thinner than you are now."

"Ah..." How should I react to this? "I was still very young back then..."

"Hmm... So... it's almost time to go to high school now, right?"

"Well...actually, I'm already in high school. I took a special leave this time."

"Ask for leave...So...what are you doing here?" After hearing the word "ask for leave", the head teacher seemed to think that the matter was a bit serious, so he brought the topic back to the topic immediately.

"Ah... Come to think of it... Teacher, do you still have the roster from when I was in school..." That seems a bit...

"Oh? Why do you want that... Although such a thing exists, it will take a lot of time to find it... Why are you looking for the roster?" My former head teacher was simply overflowing with curiosity. She asked me questions one after another like a child, ignoring the colleague who was chatting with her just now.

"It's a little complicated... well..."

I hesitated for a moment, but still said it.

"Teacher, do you remember, there was a girl named..."

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"When you mentioned it, it really came back to me... It seems like getting old isn't such a big deal after all."

Ah... I feel like this homeroom teacher has changed a lot compared to before... I always felt like it was harder to talk to him before, but now I can talk to him very easily.

"So? What happened to her?"

The teacher then asked a question.

"When I suddenly thought of her recently... I forgot everything and almost thought she didn't exist... Fortunately, after some effort, I finally remembered her. And to verify it again... I came to you to ask. Is there really such a person..."

Although I explained it quickly,...it took me a long time to reach the current level.

"I thought it was something else... Don't worry, she does exist... And from my impression, she's a good student, so don't worry..."

“…”

This feeling... is like getting the same answer as the standard answer... which makes people feel at ease.

"So... could you please let me look for the roster?"

Can you trust me?

"Those are from a few years ago... They're probably hard to find... Maybe they were thrown away." She looked a little embarrassed. "Besides, how could I not remember the students I taught?"

Well... even though that's what I said, it would be more reassuring to get verification...

"So... it's not placed here?" I asked with the mentality of giving it a try.

"Well... the school's been renovated, and most of the non-essential things have been cleared out," the teacher explained. "But... why are you so concerned about the roster? And... you asked for leave just to ask about her..." At this point, the teacher seemed to understand something, and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face. "Could it be that you like her?"

Why did you come to this conclusion...and do teachers like to misunderstand things between male and female students?

"Although you are no longer an elementary school student and I can't control you, as a teacher I still have to tell you that it is wrong for high school students to fall in love too early. Not only will it delay their studies, it will also..."

"Um...no...you seem to have misunderstood something..." I quickly interrupted what I had heard several times.

Wait, why several times?

"I just explained it to you... I just forgot about her..."

"So what about now? Are you still in contact with her?"

Maybe because I had a sad expression on my face, the teacher asked about us.

"No, there is no connection at all... If I hadn't thought of her by chance, I might have forgotten her." And that momentary memory... was it just luck?

"...No contact information left?"

"We were still young at that time and didn't have mobile phones...so it would have been difficult to contact each other if we were separated." Although I was explaining to the teacher, I recalled what happened at that time in my mind.

"I see... But then again, what happened to her? I heard she suddenly went out of town... right?"

"Hmm..." I nodded.

Of course I know...

"...Yeah, that's a shame... Parting isn't easy, is it?"

That's right...parting is of course painful, because I have experienced it many times, whether it is him or her...once they leave, they can only exist in my mind.

"Well... since I can't find the roster, I'll leave first... Goodbye, teacher..."

I said goodbye to the teacher and turned to leave.

"Well, remember to study hard when you return to school."

The voice behind me gave such instructions...it really was...extremely familiar.

Chapter 26: Can You Trust Me?

I don't know how strong my curiosity is... However, judging from the fact that I'm following her, I think my curiosity is probably very high... After all, this is my first time doing something like this, and I just hope I won't be discovered... Otherwise, she might get angry, and it will be more difficult to get the truth.

I... am now like a detective, following the person who needs to be investigated.

After school as usual, she and I...my childhood sweetheart had a brief chat and then we each started our journey home. Since we were going in different directions, we parted ways at the intersection.

Although it looked like that, I actually came to my senses after walking for only a few steps and prepared to follow her home... It was because this girl never told me her home address, not to mention the scar I saw... It really concerned me.

If you think about it carefully, the person who would do this is either a bully or her parents... And if you think about it carefully, she has been acting a little strange before, especially wearing long sleeves in the summer... Maybe the scars on her body are easy to see...

If this is true, then I can only confirm one thing: she did not have an easy life at home, probably because she was often physically punished.