Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

If one were to want to keep a secret, they would hold it in for as long as they wanted. But once they started talking, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

The rebel ghost continued to speak. “I got the phone, and kept playing with it. I’d be gaming in and out of class, before I went to bed, even when I was eating or showering…”

Lilly said, ” ?

The weakling spirit asked for her, “How could you play while you shower? Wouldn’t water get into your phone?”

The rebel ghost said, “I’d just wash my lower body.”

The ghosts were speechless.

Lilly and Blake were speechless.

The image that appeared in their heads was truly something else.

“And then?”

The rebel ghost’s eyes flashed viciously. “One day I was about to surpass the game’s highest score! But at the very last moment, my dad grabbed the phone from me!”

His eyes were bloodshot, as he screamed, “What are you doing!”

His father responded with a slap to his cheek.

His face had swelled up from the pressure, and he had even lost a tooth. It was clear how hard of a slap that had been.

“I’d been a little scared at first, because Dad really looked like he wanted me dead… but Mom pulled him away, looking at my missing tooth. Both of them even get into a fight.”

His father had said that he would rather beat Hank to death. His mother insisted on talking it out calmly… how could he hit a kid like that?

“That’s right! I was their child, not their little puppet! Who did they think they were, beating me up and yelling at me whenever they wanted? It’s all Dad’s fault!”

“If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t have been roaming the streets late at night and coming across an internet cafe. I wouldn’t have been addicted to them, either!”

rebel ghost spoke, his

all high-and-mighty there. You wouldn’t be nearly as cocky if your dad had really beaten you

was exactly that… Hank knew that his parents would never dare to go further than a broken tooth. What could they

rebel ghost scoffed, not

for days and he hardly said anything, but still obeyed when we fed him to King Libra, didn’t he? It’s just up to whether the other person

face flush… oh, wait, he was dead. The rebel ghost’s face flashed an

weakling spirit

just seemed to be on his case,

passed just like that. I spent all seventh grade in an

of Hank’s classmates had gotten into pretty good high schools. Even the kids with poorer results got into pretty decent schools with the help

to buying a house within the top schooling areas, and

do addition and subtraction within the number ten, and they did not live in a schooling area. He could only get into

in was quite the mess. Fights broke out all the time, and playing

got a total score of 30 for

been to high school as well,

wondering how that was possible, right? My dad asked the same thing too, how could I do so terribly! Even though my teachers didn’t care about me, what

“You’ve got seven subjects. Even writing

making up answers and guessing everything on the

had only gotten 30

was ashen, and he did

That was why he almost beat Hank to

too old to be getting beat up, wasn’t I? I was my own person,

he to rule my life! I’ll do whatever I want! I admit my results weren’t the best, but

sent me to a better

house in the top schooling areas. But

gotten into a better school with better teachers, do you think I would’ve gotten a total

on me! He’s a coward, he’s

school under those surroundings? My dad didn’t

not do so? You’d have been bullied! Were you

Was this what a rebellious child was

a daze. “What trouble did