I really don't want to be a teacher

"What is he doing..."

"……What's wrong?"

It seems to feel the sight of one after another, it seems to hear some voices,

The boy unconsciously turned his head to the side, trying to dodge his body.

But then, he stopped moving again.

I'm ready!

I'm ready!

"...Do I need plastic surgery..."

"...Look at her, look at her appearance, that's why she needs plastic surgery!"

The boy turned his head, pointed at the girl sitting next to him, and said aloud.

The girl has freckles on her face.

"... Bit by bit, it's like sesame seeds!"

The boy spoke again.

"……Hahaha……"

The students in the classroom laughed one by one.

The boy laughed too.

Listening to the laughter of the students in the classroom, the girl lowered her head little by little.

Chapter 802 New Classmates

"...My face seems to be better than yesterday. It is the thing that the fortune teller healed my face. Has the effect not finished yet?"

It was early morning again, and the boy stood in front of the mirror, looking at his own face reflected in the mirror.

Some are happy and talking.

In the mirror, compared to the day before, the skin on the already healed face seemed to be better than before, and some small blemishes had disappeared, making it look more rosy and more perfect.

"... In this way, my face will get better and better, and it will look better..."

The boy was a little overjoyed and happy.

……

"...My son, he really looks better and better."

At the dinner table, the boy was having breakfast with his parents.

The boy's mother served the boy a bowl of rice, sat down, looked at the boy's face again, smiled, and said something aloud.

The boy raised his head, looked at his mother, saw the smile on his mother's face, and also looked at his mother's face, turned his head, and said nothing.

"...Xiao Bing, the classmates who went out to play with you a few days ago, do you still go out to play? Can you go out to play with your classmates again?"

Next to him, the boy's father was eating and asked with a smile.

Hearing the sound, the boy pursed his mouth, and his eyes showed some disgust.

He seemed to be disgusted with the freckles on the girl's face, and seemed to be disgusted with others.

The boy was about to lower his head again when he suddenly stopped.

He saw next to the living room, on the balcony, where the clothes were dried.

Hanging, washed, previous masks.

"...Why is that mask still there? Why didn't you throw away that mask!"

"...Why are you still keeping him!"

As if stimulated, the boy's eyes turned red, staring at the mask hanging on the balcony to dry,

"...that's reserved for Dad...when Dad works..."

The boy's mother hurriedly said.

"...why wear a mask...why keep it!"

With red eyes, the boy ran towards the balcony,

Stretching out his hand, he tore off the mask and threw it on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, as if something dirty was on it, the boy hurriedly ran into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and rubbed his hands that had touched the mask over and over again until they turned red.

……

"...Xu Bing, let's go out and play together..."

In classrooms.

The boy was sitting next to him. Although the girl was ridiculed by the boy, after a day or two, she seemed to have forgotten and said aloud to the boy.

The boy turned his head, with disgust in his eyes, he looked at the girl with disgust, and shrank back.

His face was covered with freckles, and he was not good-looking at all.

I'm fine now, my face is normal.

Only such ugly people will play with ugly people.

My face is fine!

Seeing the disgust and disgust in the boy's eyes, the girl gradually lowered her head and remained silent.

"...Xu Bing, let's go out and play football..."

A person in the front row came over and said aloud to the boy.

The boy raised his head, looked at the person down,

There are no spots on the visitor's face,

is normal.

"……it is good."

People with normal faces should be with normal people.

The boy nodded, stood up, and squeezed out from behind the girl.

The girl lowered her head even more, as if she was sad.

Only at this time, the boy's ears seemed to be less sensitive.

……

"... Sure enough, my face is getting better and better, and it's getting better and better!"

"...I will be better than everyone's face!"

Another day, the boy looked in the mirror, staring closely at the face reflected in the mirror,

Laughing and speaking out loud.

"...Xiao Bing, have you washed your face? It's time to eat."

At this time, the boy's mother came over and said with a smile.

The boy turned his head and looked at the wrinkles in the corners of his mother's eyes when she smiled.

He frowned, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

It's ugly.

……

"...Xu Bing, you play really well, just one word, handsome!"

On the school playground, the boy finished playing football with a few classmates and walked towards the classroom.

Next to him, a boy wiped the sweat from his forehead, then put his arm around the boy's shoulder and said.

Looking at this boy's unattractive face, there is a mole on his face.

Waiting for the boy's hand across the mole to land on his shoulder, the boy's eyes showed some disgust.

It's disgusting and ugly.

If I knew someone like that was playing with me, I wouldn't want to play with them.

"...Let's play together again in the next physical education class."

"...Okay, okay... When the time comes to free activities, let's go get the football, next time I must score a few more goals..."

A few people next to me happily responded.

But the boy pushed aside a step, letting go of the boy's approaching hand.

"Play it yourself!"

The boy said, and ran far ahead.

His eyes grew more disgusted, and his beaten shoulders trembled and shrugged, as if disgusted.

"……What's wrong……"

The boy holding the football was a little puzzled,

Thinking of the moment when the boy ran away, the look in his eyes made him stand there in a daze.

The boy who ran away stopped in one place.

He took off his coat and rubbed it over and over again, rubbing it on his neck and shoulders.

The skin on the neck was flushed red.

It's like the hand that touched the dark spot when it was rinsed.

It seems to be afraid of getting a little bit of that disgusting thing.

Seems to be the case, will be stained.

……

"...Everyone, before class today. Let me introduce a new classmate to you first."

"...This new classmate has just transferred to our school from another school, and will study with everyone in the future."

"...This new classmate is in a special situation. I hope everyone can tolerate him more and help him."

"...We welcome him to join, and welcome this new classmate to introduce himself to us first."

It's before another class.

A teacher stood in front of the classroom, smiling and introducing a newly transferred student standing beside her to the students in the classroom.

The student was carrying his schoolbag, lowered his head, and was cowering, as if he was afraid of the eyes of everyone in the classroom.

The boy sitting in the seat looked at the newly transferred student with disgust and nausea in his eyes.

The newly transferred student wore a mask on his face.

"...Why is he wearing a mask?"

"...Why is he wearing a mask? Is it because..."

"...Well, maybe it's because..."

The classroom was a little noisy, and various voices were mixed.

It seems to have heard the voices of the students below, and felt the sights cast by them.

The new student shrank even more, lowered his head, and trembled a little.

"...Quiet, quiet!"

"...What I just said, I asked you to help this classmate, not to talk about him!"

The teacher standing at the front made the classroom quiet again.