I really don't want to be a teacher

In the quiet classroom, each student looked at the new student.There is curiosity and doubt.

The new student listened to the teacher's words, felt the gazes, and buried his head even more.

"...New classmate, come and introduce yourself to us, so that the classmates can also get to know you."

The teacher said encouragingly.

The new student trembled all over, barely raised his head little by little, dodging and shrinking,

"I……"

"...the mask must be because he's an ugly monster...maybe it's the kind of monster that looks like a monster..."

The new student hadn't spoken yet.

The disgusted boy looked at the new student, a little disgusted, and said loudly.

"……Hahaha……"

In the classroom, each student laughed again.

The new student lowered his head again, trembling even more, shrinking his body.

Chapter 803 Is He Like You?

"...Xu Bing, how did I tell you... don't you know how to respect others? Stand up for me and reflect on yourself..."

The teacher standing in front of the classroom got a little angry and called the boy up from his seat.

The boy stood up, didn't speak, still a little disgusted, looking at the newly transferred student with disgust.

I am normal.

Normal people should hate this monster!

……

"...The new classmate should sit there."

After being taught a lesson by the teacher, the classroom became quiet again.

The teacher turned around again and spoke to the newly transferred student.

The newly transferred student shrank his body and lowered his head.

Hearing the teacher's words, he cringed a little, then slowly raised his head, and looked in the direction the teacher pointed,

He lowered his head again, flinched and dodged, as if he was afraid of the eyes of everyone in the classroom, and walked towards the empty seat.

Walking past the boy, even though there was a distance, the boy still seemed that the newly transferred student would stain him with some disgusting things, shrank back, and stared at the transferred student in disgust .

Following the boy's appearance, the newly transferred student walked by one by one, and all the occupants also retreated to the side.

The newly transferred students lowered their heads even more, shrinking their bodies, as if they were also afraid of touching the seats along the way and some people on the seats.

……

"...Okay, this is the end of this class. Let's move freely... You can communicate with new students, but remember to respect others."

After the teacher said another word, he walked out of the classroom.

The classroom was noisy again.

Some people in the classroom who were talking, looked at the newly transferred student from time to time.

The newly transferred student lowered his head, seemed to feel someone's gaze, shrunk his body even more, and turned to the side.

The boy looked at the eyes of some people in the classroom towards the newly transferred student, and also cast their eyes at the newly transferred student, with some disgust and disgust in his eyes.

"...Why do you say he is wearing a mask..."

"...Hey, why are you wearing a mask all the time, can you take off the mask and let us see?"

In the classroom, some people were talking, and some people spoke to the new transfer student.

Hearing someone questioning him, the newly transferred student just lowered his head even more, trembling slightly, and turned sideways, as if avoiding the gaze of everyone in the classroom.

Look, everyone is staring at you.

Everyone hates you, hates you.

You monster.

It seemed that his ears were sensitive again at this time, listening to the words of some people in the classroom, watching the eyes of some people in the classroom towards the newly transferred student, the boy looked at the newly transferred student with disgust.

"...Xu Bing, I remember you were wearing a mask all the time when you first transferred here, right? Is he the same as you?"

At this time, the person in the front row turned his head and said to Xu Bing.

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could it be the same... Maybe what's wrong with him, maybe what's going on under the mask!"

As if stimulated, the boy yelled a little loudly and directed at that, then turned his head and looked at the newly transferred student with even more disgust in his eyes.

"...Yeah, maybe it's something..."

"... Do you think he will be under the mask..."

In the classroom, it was noisy.

The student who transferred seemed to have heard the words in the classroom, felt the gazes cast on him, trembled all over, and buried his head even more.

……

"...The one on your mask is from that... cartoon, do you like that cartoon?"

The girl sitting next to the boy looked at the student who turned around, turned around, and asked in a low voice to the student who turned around.

The transferred student shrank a little when he heard the sound, then slowly raised his head, and looked at the girl dodgingly.

"...I've seen it, but I don't particularly like it..."

"...I've seen it too."

The newly transferred students were a little evasive and said.

Hearing the sound, the girl squinted her eyes and smiled, then spoke crisply.

Next to him, the boy looked at the girl and the transferred student with some disgust in his eyes, and then backed away.

really,

Nasty people talk to nasty people.

As if feeling the disgusted gaze of the boy, the student who had just raised his head turned around, and then buried his head down again.

……

"...My face is better than all of them, it's all better!"

It's morning again, looking at my face in the mirror.

The boy was happy and delighted.

It seemed that what he had cured his face before was still working, making his face more and more perfect without any blemishes visible.

……

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

In the classroom, someone was holding a football and said aloud to the boy.

The boy raised his head and looked at each other.

Looking at the other person's face, there was some disgust in his eyes.

Your face just looks like this, why are you with me.

"I dont go."

"...Then let's go."

……

"...Everyone is fine, just a little curious. You don't need to take off your mask if you don't want to."

The girl was on the side talking to the new transfer student.

"...would you like to play checkers?"

The newly transferred student was still shrunk, a little afraid, dodging, then slowly raised his head, then lowered it again,

"……I won't……"

"...It's okay, I can teach you, it's very simple!"

Somewhat disgusted, the boy walked away from the side, as if he was afraid of being contaminated with something dirty.

……

"...Xu Bing, do you want to play table tennis? Do you want to join us?"

On the side of the playground, several people walked past the boy and greeted him.

The boy raised his head and looked at these people.

With some hesitation in his eyes, mixed with some disgust, he still stood up.

"...Let's go."

"...Then let's go, Xu Bing."

A person smiled and tried to put the boy on the shoulders. The boy backed away with disgust in his eyes.

"...Xu Bing, what's wrong?"

The person who stretched out his hand was a little puzzled.

"It's nothing..."

……

"...Let's go, play football..."

"...Teacher, do you have a table tennis racket..."

It's another physical education class, after group activities are over.

The gathered students began to spread out to the four sides, playing around with each other.

The boy stood where he was, and everyone around him walked away.

"...I still need someone, why don't I ask Xu Bing to go with me."

"...Don't bark, people won't play with us..."

"...Forget it..."

The boy stood, looked at the people walking away, and pursed his lips.

really,

Only such disgusting people will play with disgusting people.

I am normal.

Turning his head again, the boy looked at the new transfer student not far away, who was standing there with his head buried and shrinking,

There was some disgust in his eyes, and he quickly stepped back.

……

"...Xiao Bing, are you done washing up? Let's go out for dinner."

Another morning, I looked at the face reflected in the mirror, getting better and better,

The boy seemed happy.

The voice of the boy's mother resounded in the living room.

"...Mother cooked some dumplings for you in the morning, and made them last night. Xiao Bing tastes how it tastes... If you don't have enough, there are still some in the pot, and mother will make them for you..."

The boy walked into the living room, and the boy's mother was holding a bowl of dumplings, smiling, talking with the boy, and came out of the kitchen.

The boy looked up at his mother, followed, and froze in place.