Like a monk who’d reached enlightenment—Buddha-like. Faced with that aura, the kid faltered for a moment.
“What’s going on here?”
An instructor who’d been nearby came over at the commotion.
Sensing his chance, the kid from the neighboring group tattled in a hurry. After hearing the whole story, the instructor gently coaxed Jioh.
“You can’t sit out while your friends are working hard. The teacher emphasized the importance of teamwork earlier, remember? Come on, up you get.”
But the biggest trait of a child who won’t listen is that if you tell them to do something, they absolutely won’t.
Jioh turned his eyes away, playing dumb. As the instructor, annoyed by the bratty attitude, reached out to snatch that tumbler—
“Don’t! He’s a patient!”
It was the Saetbyeol Elementary student council president again. Planting herself in front of Jioh, Jang Se-na glared, eyes wide.
“Huh— a patient?”
“That’s right! He nearly died in a car accident a long time ago! What’s in the tumbler is medicine because he’s sick! You don’t even know ‘the bitterness of life’ is a metaphor, do you, adult?”
“I—…