BLESS ME, BLESS YOU

CHAPTER 7

After the incident of the forged signature, Pon was very worried that Sailub would call his grandmother or his mother to inform them of what he'd done.

But after thinking about it, Pon thought Sailub wouldn't be idle enough to deliberately contact his family and tell them that he was not obedient while he was with him. That shouldn't be the case.

Afterwards, Sailub indeed gave him a compensation gift, a small delicate wallet.

He said it was to reward him for knowing his mistakes and correcting them.

Thinking that Sailub should not have gone to his grandmother to tell on him, Pon felt a little bit relieved.

The reason why he was still relatively well behaved in front of Sailub was because whenever the other man exposed his true self, he was terrifying.

Pon had lingering fears and didn't dare to provoke him again.

Apart from Sailub, in the following month, whenever Pon saw Way, he would take a detour to avoid him as he was half embarrassed and half frightened. Pon suspected Way would supervise everything he did at any time.

For example, whenever he slept in, didn't finish the glass of milk for breakfast, kicked a stone that broke a flowerpot before entering the house...

He would record it and report to Sailub, adding one last sentence, "President Sailub, I hope you know."

The thought of it happening was too scary.

The culprit, Way, didn't have any embarrassment or guilt.

When facing Pon, he was still gentle and polite, as if the person who told on someone was not him at all.

"Of course he wouldn't feel awkward."

In the study room, Sailub, who had just dealt with official affairs, talked about this when chatting with Pon during one of their "break time".

Sailub explained, "Because I told him that I didn't expose the fake signature and asked him to forget about it. He thought you didn't know anything, how could he be uncomfortable?"

Pon mumbled, "Why did you specially tell him..."

Sailub smiled and didn't utter a word.

Pon thought about it and understood.

Sailub was afraid that Pon would be ashamed in front of Way.

This kind of sweet and silent consideration made Pon's heart throb and a little hot.

He coughed and changed the subject. "Are you still busy? Can you help me look at this question?"

Ever since Pon moved to Sailub's study room, he had taught him his homework more than once.

At first, Pon was embarrassed to disturb Sailub, but later on, Sailub couldn't stand it anymore.

A number sequence problem that Sailub could tell the answer through mental calculation, made Pon freeze for half an hour and he didn't even know where to start.

In the end, he started from scratch on the draft paper and calculated the entire number sequence, densely writing on a whole piece of paper, and going so far as to count the even numbers one by one...

Sailub looked at Pon's simple yet tedious problem-solving method with complicated eyes and couldn't speak for a long time.

Is this an indigenous way of using the steelmaking method?

(Refers to how one only pursues what's on the surface and neglects what truly is meaningful.)

Sailub didn't want to hurt Pon's self-esteem and pretended to be blind.