[Net King + Black Basket] Seijuro, your mother calls you to go home for dinner!

At the end of the day's work, Xunli rubbed her sore waist from sitting stiffly in front of the computer for too long, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of cold water, took an apple from the fruit basket in one hand, and her eyes fell on the clock inadvertently.

"It's already six o'clock? Xiaozheng should go home."

Seijuro was unusually quiet today, usually no matter how busy she was at work, he would always go to the study after school to play with her for a while.

Xun ideally went to see what he was doing, she slipped lightly to the third floor.

The increasing rain swept across the city at an unstoppable speed, and the bean-sized raindrops crackled and bounced on the roof and windows. It is enough to imagine how much such heavy rain will add to the drainage system if it lasts overnight.

It was only after climbing half the stairs that she remembered that she forgot to tell Seijuro to bring an umbrella before going out this morning... Well, Shi Chuan, who is a master cook, should have reminded him.

Gently pushed open the unlocked door, through the dark gap.Suddenly feeling the darkness-stained silence from the room, she almost thought that Seijuro was not inside.But she swears that she heard the slight sound of the cloth of the clothes rubbing against the sheets.

The keen sixth sense belonging to the mother told her that Seijuro was in a low mood now, but he refused to cry to his parents at this time and share his little secret.

Xun Li hesitated for a moment, but still resisted the urge to rush in to appease him.Maybe what he needs most now is to be alone to think quietly, otherwise he wouldn't deliberately avoid his servants and himself when he returned home.

After Seijuro figured it out, let him choose whether to confide or keep silent.

At this time, Seijuro curled up on the bed, heaving a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of footsteps going away.He wanted to thank his mother for her understanding, otherwise he really didn't know how to face her with a teary face.

A palpitating chill penetrated into the bone marrow, and he couldn't help but bury his whole body under the warm blanket.

The schoolbag hanging on the back of the chair is still damp, and a book is spread out on the desk, and it may not be possible to dry it all in one night.But that wasn't what really made him sad.Thinking back on what happened carefully, he became more and more sure that the pair of shoes he saw earlier belonged to Oshima.

That is to say, he was a witness who witnessed his being bullied/bullied. Oshima, who kept saying that he regarded Seijuro as a "good friend", not only did not ask for help, but even fled after the incident.

If this is the so-called "friendship", it is too fragile, as if the paper will be broken if you poke it.

He made a mistake from the very beginning. He should not have talked too much with Oshima, but stood on the same front with his classmates and maintained an indifferent and distant attitude towards Oshima.Perhaps this will not cause a series of unnecessary troubles later.

As for being robbed halfway, Seijuro was a little dumbfounded when he encountered such a situation for the first time, but the summer camp he attended a few years ago was not a joke, and he found the gang of bullies freely.

Xun Li's sincere words have always been in his heart - no matter what happens, don't let yourself suffer.It is not the style of the Akashi family to be humble.

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Seijuro stretched his limbs, feeling the warmth flowing into his body again, he gradually relaxed his tense nerves, and stared at the ceiling with dark eyes complicatedly.

He now needs to dry his eyes, wash his face, change his clothes before going down to dinner as if nothing had happened.But tonight is inevitable to have a conversation with my father... He will definitely find out that something is wrong with him immediately.

"Xiao Zheng, come down to eat."

Outside the door, Xun Li gently knocked on the door.

"Mom...can you come in first?"

Xun Li curled her lips, the immature Seijuro has not yet reached the stage of dealing with problems alone, it seems that she has to act as a bosom sister again.

Seijuro turned on the desk lamp and sat obediently on the corner of the bed.The tear stains on his face were too faded to be seen, but his eyes were still red and swollen.

"Could it be that you were wronged at school?"

"Actually..." He briefly explained the matter.

Kaoru nodded knowingly, it's not that she didn't reserve the opportunity for such a thing to happen, but it happened that Seijuro met him on the way home alone for the first time, and she suddenly worried whether this would leave a shadow in his heart.

Following Seijuro's gaze, the half-dried books were crumpled like autumn leaves.

"It's not something to be ashamed of..." She shrugged, "As for those junior high school students who bullied you, how should you deal with this matter, I think you already have the answer in your heart?"

He nodded silently, while Xun Li enlightened himself, he never told him what to do, he completely let go and let him find a solution.

"I don't want to be reasonable. Since others are bullying you, don't be polite—who told you to be Akashi Seijuro? You have the capital." Of course, Xun Li is not teaching him to retaliate.

"Yeah. I just suddenly realized...just being good at school is not enough for me to gain a foothold in society." The nine-year-old Seijuro said these words that surprised adults, she was slightly taken aback, her son was more reliable than she imagined Well.

"That's right, didn't Dad always want you to be an excellent person in all aspects?" She smiled.Experiencing some small setbacks is bound to be good for the child's growth, and this is only the first step in his understanding of life.

Seijuro finally let go of the hand that was holding her sleeve, as if he suddenly thought of something, his small face instantly collapsed, and he pointed his fingers a little aggrieved.

"Big Island..."

"Maybe he ran away after being frightened for a while, which is normal." She patted him on the shoulder and comforted him. "Of course, if it's a good friend, then he's too unqualified."

"Ah."

"As for the importance of discreet friendship, I believe you can do it."

After the heart-to-heart talk time with Kaori ended, Seijuro felt much relieved.So with a calm face, he followed her downstairs for dinner.Undoubtedly, before leaving the dining table, Masashi said calmly, "Come to the study after dinner."

Xunli gave Seijuro an encouraging look of "Come on", she just hoped that Masashi's ideological education would not go too far.

The next day, Seijuro changed into a new schoolbag but went to school with those crumpled books on his back. When he entered the classroom, he acted naturally as if nothing had happened.

"Good morning!" Oshima, who was sitting diagonally behind, waved to him with a soft voice.

Seijuro nodded towards him, his smile was no longer as forced as before, and the slightly raised arc carried a sense of alienation that seemed to be absent.

When he took the Mandarin textbook for the first class out of his schoolbag, he deliberately slowed down. Oshima's gaze unconsciously fell on his schoolbag and notebook, as if he was looking at it humbly.

His actions further confirmed Seijuro's thoughts.

In the Chinese class, the teacher asked a difficult question. Seeing that no one in the class raised their hands, she "immediately" called Seijuro's name after a few seconds of silence.It is a bit unbelievable to say that it is immediately, after all, no matter how many times you try, Seijuro can always give the correct answer perfectly, which can be regarded as a step down for the teacher.Over time, teachers in all classes liked him to speak.

The teacher noticed the textbook in his hand sharply. Only a book that has been dampened by water will have this texture.If it wasn't for his name clearly written on it, one would wonder if he forgot to bring the book and borrowed it from someone else.

After class, the teacher walked to Seijuro's desk with concern and asked him if he needed a new book. This is a privilege that ordinary students cannot enjoy.

Seijuro politely rejected the teacher's proposal. He said that he didn't want to replace the old books with new ones after being used to them. Anyway, this semester will end in two months.

But what he thought in his heart did not match the excuses on his lips.He just didn't want to forget the lesson.

The teacher nodded approvingly, thinking that he is a down-to-earth and hardworking child.He also laughed and said that he was looking forward to his final grade at the end of the semester, and that he would definitely maintain the myth of being the first in the grade.To this, Seijuro could only reply dryly with a smile.

The proud man in the eyes of his classmates is under unimaginable mental pressure, and he must be the best in everything, as if only in this way can he show the meaning of his own existence.

"I'm so envious of Akashi-kun." Oshima sighed enviously, holding his face.

"Don't be complacent, I will try my best to surpass you this time." Hiji next door looked away from the book and provocatively said.

Is it something to be proud of?Maybe I was very proud at the beginning, but as time passed, the same praise changed and became some kind of oppression in disguise.That's why he treasured the carefree times he spent with his mother.

If he said "nothing" in a nonchalant tone, the students would naturally envy Seijuro when they worshiped Seijuro as a student saint.

Seijuro silently took out the textbooks needed for the next class from his schoolbag.

Work hard and keep trying to do everything well.Since he has inherited wisdom and wealth from his parents, he must make the best use of them.Don't think about when you can have a good rest, you can't relax, and you can't cry like an ignorant child in his mother's arms.There are so many pairs of eyes staring at him in front of him and behind him.

Seijuro didn't rush home directly after school, but sat calmly in the car and looked at the information just collected from Shichuan - a detailed list of students from an unknown junior high school.

Seijuro quickly searched for the three bad junior high school students who troubled him yesterday with the speed of one eye and ten lines, and the target was basically locked.

"Master Yashi asked me to tell you that I don't want to encounter the same situation again next time. Even if there is, please settle it yourself." Zhichuan glanced at the expressionless young master in the rearview mirror, and his drawn-out tone carried a faint warning breath.After all, he is just a housekeeper appointed by Yashi, who always puts the master first.

Seijuro nodded calmly, suppressing the dissatisfaction rising in his heart.

This time it was just to teach those junior high school students who came here a lesson. After all, yesterday was not the first time they threatened innocent elementary school students.Report anonymously and ask the school to give punishment, presumably they will restrain themselves in the future.

"Where's mother?" He always addressed Xunli with honor in front of outsiders.

"Mrs. Hunley thinks your approach is very appropriate-at least as far as your age is concerned."

Seijuro let out a soft "tsk", he is still too young, and many things need to be solved by external force... It would be great if he could grow up quickly.

The author has something to say: It is quite chilling to think about it. Two elementary school friends once had a fight with Mao Dun one afternoon, and for the next two years, they completely looked at each other and hated each other, turning from friends to enemies.The reason for the breakup was simple. One of our primary school friends started a game among our group of "whoever gets the best score on this quiz gets punished."

Children who don't consider the consequences are sometimes crueler than adults~