Just when they decided to go home, the man in the tacky clothes had returned with at least seven well-built men each holding a bat that looked like it was made of iron.
"Rey, you can go home first with Ms. Tasya."
Rey turned. "Then, how about you?"
"I want to let go of my boredom first. Besides, your car only has two seats. And Ms. Tasya doesn't seem to bring a car either."
Mrs. Tasya interrupted, "What? No, I can go home alone. Besides, I can't just leave you, right? I can't be called a teacher anymore, if I just let a student of mine just be battered and don't do anything to help."
Dave didn't answer, making Rey hold her hand. Ms. Tasya turned and found Rey shaking her head lightly. "Don't do that. If you really don't want to go home, you better just sit tight. Dave ... He's bored. And Dave rarely feels bored like this. So maybe this could be a good thing for Dave to get rid of his boredom."
