After a long time, he finally remembered. The teacher who said that to him had already died... discovered in a garbage pile, overdosed on drugs, his body rotting.
But from childhood to adulthood, that was the first time he heard someone praise him, someone who truly believed he could amount to something one day... and not turn into garbage.
Even he himself had forgotten about it.
Once again, it came to mind...
"Latin... is it?" he muttered softly, bewildered.
"This? You should've said so earlier!" The man behind the desk sighed in relief, as if encountering something worth celebrating, enthusiastically slapping the table: "If you want to learn, I can teach you!"
"…" Ushijima Qin raised his head in confusion to look at him and saw his smile.
It wasn't mockery, nor was it sarcasm; not even questioning what he wanted to learn Latin for. Instead, it was filled with anticipation and excitement.
As if teaching him Latin would really make him happy.
Is he crazy?
