I nodded, then spoke.
“Director… he was the one who threw the basketball at me first.”
I raised my hand and pointed to my forehead.
“And he told me to pick it up for him.”
“If I didn’t listen, he said he would hit me.”
I paused, as if hesitating, before continuing.
“He also called me names.”
The director’s brows were already tightly drawn.
“What did he call you?”
I blinked, my voice carrying an awkward hint of hurt.
“He said I’m… just a bookworm who can’t do anything else.”
“He said studying is useless.”
At that, I looked up at the director, my eyes filled with curiosity—as if I were genuinely seeking an answer.
“Director…”
“Is what he said true?”
My tone carried a touch of innocent confusion.
“Is studying really useless?”
I paused for a second, then added softly—
“Then I
