I really don't want to be a teacher

A little curious, looking at the boy, asked aloud.

The boy raised his head, looked at these people, then lowered his head again,

"...Xu Bing, why do you wear a mask every day..."

They didn't leave because the boy ignored them, and they became more curious. Several classmates asked the boy, or lowered their bodies, looked sideways at the boy's face, or looked at him curiously.

The boy just buried his head lower and didn't speak.

"...Xu Bing, why don't you speak..."

"...my mother said that wearing a mask is because you are sick..."

"...Xu Bing, you wouldn't steal snacks while wearing a mask, would you..."

"...Xu Bing, can you take off the mask and let us see..."

In the boy's ears, some mixed voices sounded.

As if thinking of the appearance of other people after taking off the mask, the boy buried his head lower and lower on the desk.

"...Xu Bing, can you speak?"

"...Xu Bing, don't be so stingy, let's see..."

At this time, someone seemed to be unable to bear it, and reached out to grab the boy's mask, as if wanting to tear the boy's mask off.

"……what are you doing!"

At this moment, the boy raised his head, tightly covered his mask with both hands, his eyes were red, he stared at the people in front of him, and roared loudly.

As if frightened by the boy's excited appearance, several students stood there in a daze, and stopped talking.

But because of the boy's roar, the noisy classroom suddenly fell silent, and all eyes turned towards the boy.

The boy's eyes were red, trembling even more, and then gradually lowered his head.

Chapter 801 Look at her, she needs plastic surgery

"...Students, we have to learn to respect others, you know. Respecting other people's habits, and offending others' habits is a very impolite behavior."

"... just like some classmates, if your habits are offended, will you be happy?"

In class, finish the lecture.

As if knowing something that happened before, the teacher said to each student in the class.

Although he didn't say what happened, the students in the classroom turned their eyes towards the boy one after another.

Listening to the teacher's words, it seemed that he could feel the gazes cast one after another.

The boy sat against the wall, buried his head, turned sideways, shrunk all over, trembling even more.

"...Is there something under his mask that no one can see?"

"...Did we go too far just now... How about we apologize to him later..."

"...Wearing a mask all the time, it's hard...so pathetic..."

His sensitive ears seemed to allow him to hear the voice of a person in the classroom. The boy lowered his head even more, shrinking his body, trembling,

It seems that they want to avoid those pitiful or curious eyes.

"...It's almost over, it's about to be over..."

"...my face will be healed soon, it will be healed soon..."

His eyes were red, and the boy buried his head, talking over and over again.

……

"...Okay, it's almost over!"

Another morning, the boy looked in the mirror and looked at his own face in the mirror.

The black spots on the face faded away, leaving only some faint marks, which have gradually converged with the skin in other places.

The skin covered by the plaques has basically stretched out, and the small bumps that have formed have faded to the point where they are basically invisible.

"...Xiao Bing, have you washed your face? We are leaving for school."

The boy's mother shouted from the living room.

The boy pulled up the mask again, turned on the faucet, and scrubbed vigorously where his hands had touched the black spots on his face.

……

"...Xiao Bing, when mom is eating, I look at your face, it seems that you are almost healed... When you are done, you don't need to wear a mask anymore..."

"...Where do you want to go after the weekend... I remember Xiao Bing, you want to go to fried chicken, right... Mom will take you to eat..."

Take the boy and walk towards the school gate.

The boy's mother was smiling and talking, raising her head to look at the side from time to time, or following the parents, or a few children chasing and running towards the school.

Listening to his mother's words, the boy raised his head, saw the happy smile on his mother's face, paused for a while, didn't speak, then lowered his head.

I'm so happy.

……

"Sa..."

With the breeze blowing from the river, the shadows of the branches and leaves reflected by the street lamps swayed slightly and intertwined.

In front of the booth, pedestrians are still bustling, old or young, or hurrying, or talking, passing by from time to time.

The boy was still sitting on the stool in front of the booth, with his head buried and his eyes closed, immersed in dreams.

Sitting behind the booth, flipping through the books in his hands, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the passers-by on the street and the boy sitting in front of the booth.

A smile appeared on the face of the boy with his head buried, as if he was sitting in a sweet dream.

After looking at it, Lian Ge looked away again.

Looking at the book spread out in his hand, he casually opened another page.

……

"...It's finally alright, it's finally alright!"

"...my face is healed, my face is healed!"

In the early morning, the boy pulled off his mask again, looked at his own face reflected in the mirror,

Rejoice, be happy.

The last black spots on the boy's face had faded away, and all the small bumps on the skin that had been covered with goosebumps had completely disappeared.

The skin on the entire face is no longer mottled and looks normal.

It even seemed to be more rosy than ordinary people's skin, and there were no blemishes on the entire face.

"...Finally it's okay...It's good, it's good, it's good..."

Next to him, the boy's parents also looked at the boy's healed face, their eyes were red, and they said it over and over again.

The boy looked at his own face in the mirror, then gradually raised his hand, and gently touched his face with his hand.

A few more smiles appeared on his face.

My face is healed!

……

"...Xu Bing, why didn't he wear a mask today..."

"...There is nothing under his mask, why did he always wear a mask before?"

From outside the school gate, I walked all the way into the classroom.

The boy didn't wear the mask anymore, and the whole face, which was healed and less flawed than ordinary people, was exposed.

All the way, the boy raised his head, as if wanting others to see his face.

My face is normal, my face is fine!

His sensitive ears seemed to allow him to hear what some people were saying along the way.

……

"... Xu Bing... Xu Bing, why didn't you wear a mask today?"

A classmate who knew the boy ran to the boy with a schoolbag on his back, looking at the boy curiously,

"Because I don't want to wear it today..."

The boy turned his head, looked at the person next to him, and spoke first.

Immediately afterwards, the sound stopped again.

He saw a mole growing on the man's face.

I'm fine now, my face is normal.

I am normal.

People with moles on their faces make normal people sick.

So disgusting.

With a disgusted look on his face and eyes, the boy took a step back.

"……What's wrong?"

The man was a little strange, looked at the boy, followed closely, and said again,

"...Xu Bing, let's go to the classroom together."

"Go on your own."

The boy ran forward.

It was as if he had repeatedly washed his hands that had touched the black spot until it turned red.

……

"...Xu Bing didn't wear a mask today..."

"...There seems to be nothing under his mask?"

Back in the classroom, the boy sat back in his seat.

The classroom was noisy, and the boy's keen ears seemed to hear the voices of many people.

It seems that many people cast their eyes on me,

The boy lifted his head up a little more, and turned his face to the sights that came one by one.

See it, see it all.

My face is fine, there is nothing wrong with my face.

No plaque, no wrinkling, none of its goosebumps, none of that nasty stuff.

"... Xu Bing, you didn't wear a mask today... Is your face healed?"

The girl sitting next to the boy looked at the boy's face and asked with some curiosity and concern.

"My face is always good!"

Seemingly agitated, the boy said to the girl.

"...Xu Bing, you have been wearing a mask before, but now you don't wear it all of a sudden, it can't be a holiday, your mother took you for plastic surgery, right?"

The boy in the front row turned his head, looked at the boy, and said jokingly with a smile,

"...You just had plastic surgery!"

The boy's face was flushed, and his eyes were also a little red. He stood up suddenly, yelled at the boy, and stared at him.

The boy seemed a little frightened, and paused in a daze.

And the originally noisy classroom became quiet again, and all eyes turned towards the boy.