Garen was that independent kid who did not need tender loving care in the class, who also consistently churned out good grades. The most teachers did were just occasional glances, to make sure he was safe.
Sitting on the grassland, he watched the two lolitas greedily munching on the snacks, Garen reclined against the tree in boredom, completely disregarding his own white shirt and jeans’ cleanliness.
Suddenly, an ice cold cylindrical object lightly caressed his right arm.
"Hmm?" Garen glanced down, it was a small snake.
A black snake with a yellow plaid pattern, with a length of about a palm.
"Ahh!" suddenly, a primary school boy screamed. "A snake! Teacher, there’s a snake!"
That little boy cried out with his nose dripping, as he crawled and rolled away from his own tablecloth. The students around him also gradually drew away from the area.