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

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

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

scoffed,

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

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

spirit harrumphed.

glared at him. This ghost just seemed to be on

time passed just like that. I spent all seventh

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 the

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

addition and subtraction within the number ten, and

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

of

having been to high school as well, found this

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

spirit did not know what to say. “You’ve got seven subjects. Even writing whatever you wanted would get you a higher total

and guessing everything on the multiple choice questions would at least yield a score of 10 marks per

had only gotten 30

ghost’s expression was ashen, and he did not say

same thing. That was why he almost beat

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

my life, every time the 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 beat me to hell and back

blame, if you think about it! He could’ve just sent me to a better school if he

the top schooling areas. But could my Dad do

teachers,

own incompetence on me!

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

a look at the school I went to! Everyone was going to the internet cafes, was I just supposed to not do so? You’d have been bullied! Were you just supposed to

Was this what a rebellious child was

“What