Was bullied by English and Japanese history

  A pair of slender white hands suddenly landed on his hand resting on his knee, he was slightly startled, but didn't pull his hand back, only lifted his head to see her clean white profile.

  Those eyes are gazing out at the sky outside, filled with eager anticipation.

  Does she want to go out? Why?

  Koumura was astonished in her heart, because more than ten days before the kidnapping incident, she had been cooped up at home and didn't even think about going out. And now, she would actually look up at the sky with that kind of expression, it was simply unthinkable.

  Shouldn't autistic patients be very averse to the outside world?

  She turned her face, and a hint of annoyance flashed in her black eyes when she saw the exercise book on the table. Suddenly it dawned on him, was he being driven crazy by these exercises?

  He understood the reason and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Such a simple emotion, after the kidnapping case, she never showed it in front of him again...

  The bad-hearted Mo was silent, and he leisurely picked up the exercise book on the table, with a look of intention to continue explaining the problem. Since you want to go out, it's not enough to just use your eyes to hint, you also need to learn how to speak.

  Her eyes seemed to sink a little, one hand quickly covered his hand holding the book, meeting his gaze that leaned in sideways, and lightly pursed her lips.

  "...I want to go out." After a long time, he still didn't say anything, just looking at her. She also felt a bit exasperated, and his eyes seemed to carry a hint of accusation, as if he was a bad person.

  "I'm so frustrated. I just can't understand those things, they look weird and are totally different from what's in the books. I can understand Meiji Restoration in Tokyo, Japan, but I don't know what it is or why I have to understand it. Those are all things that have already happened, will there be another Meiji Restoration in the future...?"

  She was like a burst of air, that usually silent little mouth started complaining, he never knew, what she wanted to say, actually could be said a lot, so much that he had no room to speak, didn't even know how to interrupt.

  "Hey, calm down, Yanyan..." He stared at her in surprise, his mouth agape as if he could swallow an egg.

  "What I don't understand is, even though I'm reading books, why can't I understand what those so-called words mean? Even though my way of communicating with you all is fine, why do I have to learn to speak using ABCD?! She said, her tone becoming more and more urgent, her pitch rising by at least an octave. Her pair of black eyes were brimming with tears, big drops falling down non-stop, looking as pitiful as possible."

  What is this? A killer who doesn't even blink when taking a life, actually got bullied by English and Japanese history to the point of tears?

  Kōmura was taken aback, after all, he was only 12 years old and still a young boy. If a girl were to cry in front of him, he would be able to remain unmoved, but if he didn't mind that Yan had killed someone...

  "Hey, Yanyan, don't really cry..."