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!”

ghost spoke, his

smirked coldly at the words. “Don’t be sounding all high-and-mighty there. You wouldn’t be nearly as cocky if your dad had really beaten

dare to go

ghost scoffed,

still obeyed when we fed him to King Libra, didn’t he? It’s just up to whether the other person will

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

spirit

just seemed to be

“So time passed just like that. I spent all seventh grade

for a small town like Novak City. All of Hank’s classmates had gotten into pretty good high schools. Even the kids with poorer results got into pretty decent schools with

as to buying a house within the top schooling areas, and thus got

even do addition and subtraction within the number ten, and they did not

quite the mess. Fights broke out all the time, and playing truant to go on dates or to the internet cafes was more than

total score of 30 for my first ever

spirit, having been to high school as well, found this hard to believe.

too, how could I do so terribly! Even though my teachers didn’t care about me, what was I supposed to do? They refused to teach me themselves! I just wrote whatever I

not know what to say. “You’ve got seven subjects. Even writing

guessing everything on the multiple choice questions would at least yield a score

only

expression was ashen, and he

the same thing. That was why he almost

I? I was

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

about it! He could’ve just sent me to a better

top

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

own incompetence on me! He’s a coward, he’s

under those surroundings? My dad didn’t

to the internet cafes, was I just supposed to not do so? You’d have been bullied! Were you just supposed to stand and watch if your friend ran into trouble? My reputation

this what a

a daze. “What trouble did