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!”

spoke, his expression

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

parents would never dare to go further than a broken tooth. What

scoffed,

beat him up 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 will

wait, he

weakling spirit

ghost glared at him. This ghost just seemed to be on his case, for some

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

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

families even went as far as to buying a house within the top schooling areas, and

results were far, far too bad. He couldn’t even do addition and subtraction within the number ten, and

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

score of 30 for my first

to high school as well, found this hard

weakling spirit roared in return. “You must be 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 was I

subjects. Even writing whatever you wanted would get you a higher total score

total score of 700. Even making up answers and guessing everything on the multiple choice questions would at least yield a

Hank had only gotten

rebel ghost’s expression was ashen,

the same thing. That was why

up, wasn’t I? I was

slightest thing happened. Who did he think he 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 to

got himself to blame, if you think about it! He could’ve just sent me to

a house in the top schooling areas.

a better school with better teachers, do

on

those surroundings? My dad didn’t do better himself, but

cafes, was I just supposed to not do so? You’d have been bullied! Were you

what a

“What trouble did your