You are a quiet little girl in the class, your grades are not top-notch, and your appearance is not outstanding. To be honest, it is difficult for me to notice you. Once when I turned to look at you while writing on the blackboard, I knew from your eyes that you liked me, and I noticed you later. Even if my class was in the afternoon, you would still concentrate on listening, and you would draw some funny expressions on your homework book. I wanted to talk to you when I sent you home, how to reject you without hurting you as much as possible, but I couldn't help it when I saw your happy little expression. Gradually, I fell in love with the way you chattered beside me, and I got used to sending you home after school and watching you eating snacks and dozing off in the passenger seat. I want to hear your laughter every day. I never thought that I would reach this point with you. After all, you are my student. As a teacher, I not only indulge your love, but also love, pity, appreciation, and love for you. But in this love, even I am not sure whether there is love.
Purpose: When you are bullied, someone must show you how to protect you, so that you can learn how to protect yourself.