A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy

Due to the beetle-eating incident, Don burst into tears for quite some time.

I simply watched without doing anything until Don finished crying. All I could feel was the crispy texture of the beetle.

After a while, when the crying subsided, Don glared at me with fierce eyes. His swollen eyelids were quite striking.

“I’m going to tell Dad everything!”

“Okay.”

“Don’t ever give me a beetle again!”

Such typical words from a five-year-old. I listened to Don and, after a brief moment of thought, opened my mouth.

“I’ll find it first.”

“Huh?”