Sophia was discharged from the hospital ahead of schedule. Her constitution was different from ordinary people's, so it was inevitable that judging her condition by normal human standards would lead to misdiagnosis.
Leaning on her crutches, she stood at the classroom podium, her sharp gaze sweeping over the students before resting on the back of a head belonging to someone asleep at their desk.
Her right hand, gripping the crutch, suddenly tightened—not from anger, but from an instinctive fear that had nothing to do with willpower. Sophia's body had just experienced that terrifying attack. Seeing the person who had caused the harm, it was inevitable that some stress reactions would occur.
Tetsuji Hojo, sensing the killing intent, quickly looked up and saw Sophia on the podium.
Feeling guilty, he buried his head back onto the desk and whispered backward, "Aozawa, do you think she reported us to the police?"
