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Sasha watched as Ian went in. Before he left her, she assured him, “Don’t worry, Little Ian. I’ll be right
outside waiting for you. I won’t go anywhere. When you finish school at noon, we’ll go have lunch
together, okay?” “Okay…” The highly reluctant Ian finally acquiesced. Perhaps it was because the time
he needed to spend inside was short, or because Sasha was waiting for him outside, but Ian felt
comforted. Then, Sasha left. Ian followed the teacher into the classroom where he had not been in for
some time. “What? This idiot actually came back?” “Yeah. Why is he back?
Didn’t his family take him away to cure him?’ “Hahaha.” The children in the classroom immediately
started mocking Ian. Ian’s face paled, and he turned to leave. “Where are you going, Ian? Are you being
naughty again?” The teacher who led him in quickly grabbed hold of him. With that, Ian returned to the
classroom. An autistic child required special attention. If his emotions were settled, he would not cause
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttrouble from then on. Unfortunately, it was clear that this teacher was not as impressive as the teacher at
the gate claimed. “Sit down now and read this book. Don’t go anywhere, do you understand?” The
teacher casually grabbed a book and placed it on the desk in front of Ian. She led the rest of the children
out to play. Read this book?
An intelligent childlike Ian was above such childish tasks. Ian fished out a transformer toy from his
schoolbag. He played and counted down the ticking hands of the clock, waiting for the time to pass so he
could be released to Sasha. Sometime later, a few children snuck back. “Look at him, he’s watching the
clock again. He’s not reading as the teacher told him to. Is he really an idiot?” “Of course, he is. He
doesn’t look like a normal child at all.” “Hey, idiot!” A few children started to poke fun at and ridicule Ian. A
chubby child realized that Ian was not responding to their taunts. He moved to stand right in front of him.
“
Why aren’t you saying anything, you idiot? What are you playing with?” The child immediately reached
out to snatch Ian’s transformer toy away from him. Ian finally responded. He was introverted and was
highly possessive over his things. At home, no one was allowed to touch his things without his
permission. Ian struggled to keep the chubby child from taking his transformer toy. The chubby boy was
frustrated at Ian’s refusal to hand over the transformer toy. “This idiot is refusing to give it to me. Quickly,
hold him down and take it from him.” The other children swarmed and held Ian down against the table.
Poor Ian was rather weak. He quickly ran out of strength and he could only watch as his toy was taken
away. “Give it back to me!” “Hey, the idiot is talking. Fine, I’ll give it back to you. But, you have to kneel in
the small house till I say so. I’ll only give it back to you when I’m satisfied. with that.” Ian pointed at the
small storeroom and directed Ian to kneel inside. Thus, innocence is not a guaranteed trait of the young.
The environment in which they grew up in as well as their innate personalities could unleash the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmonsters in them which would lead them to the path of wickedness.
As Ian was dragged to the storeroom, he did not even have the strength to fight back. Under the
instruction of the chubby child, the other children soon tossed Ian into the storeroom. After that, they
locked the door. Somehow, the teacher had failed to witness this entire scene. Alternatively, she chose to
turn a blind eye. Sasha had no idea what had just happened in the preschool. She was sitting in the car
and searching for places where she could bring her son to eat after school. Suddenly, out of the corner of
her eye, she saw something streak across the small path outside the car. What? What’s that?
A stray cat? She jumped, put her phone down, and peered out the window. However, she was too slow.
By the time she looked out, the thing had disappeared. At the entrance of the preschool in the distance,
a child had appeared. “Mister, I’m late. Please open the door for me.” “Why are you so late? You should
have come early!” The security guard at the entrance was not suspicious at all as the child that appeared
uttered the name ‘Ian’. The security guard grumbled and opened the door. “Ian? Why are you here?
You’re supposed to be studying in the classroom.”
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