The barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

Chapter 45 Can't At This Time, Dim the Light
Scott has hated his father since he knew it.

He has a weak personality and lazy behavior. He is nearly forty years old and has achieved nothing. The only thing that can be praised is the hereditary earl title on his head.

If it weren't for the achievements made by his grandfather, then Scott's father would have a high probability of becoming a member of NO.17 Street, lying lazily on the street every day scratching his armpits covered with dirt, only the wind and rain and night Only on the day when the relief money is issued, will the nest be moved a little.

But the sad thing is that Scott's father has what skills he doesn't have, but luck is so good.

Relying on the shadows left by the older generation, even if he did nothing, he lived a very nourishing life, and even married a very beautiful wife. Although he ran away in the end, he still left him an excellent wife. son.

In terms of talent, Scott Ball is not a real genius, and the time it takes to link the sea of ​​imaginary numbers is the absolute countdown among those people.

But why, he can now occupy a place in the third grade?

Effort, gritted effort, desperately squeezing every drop of time available to improve yourself.

When others communicate through titles, he swims in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers; when others enjoy delicious afternoon tea, he hides in the library, nibbling on jerky knowledge with difficulty.

He knows that his talent is not very good, and he can only make up the gap with others in this way.

Only in this way can you fight for yourself a little bit, and you won't be ridiculed by others because of your father.

However, this effort was used by his father as a show off capital.

Scott's father liked to drink, but he was not good at moderation. When he drank too much, he liked to brag.

But with what he has in his pocket, what can he blow?

He doesn't understand science, he doesn't know magic, and even the weak don't know whether they can beat the primary school students of Rhine Academy.

The only thing he could take out and blow on was that handsome son.

However, although Scott's father knew his son's excellence, he didn't know what his son was good at.

So how did he blow it?
When someone mentioned that the boy from a certain family is very talented, he would laugh and say, "Hey, my boy is not worse than him!"

When someone mentioned someone who made a mistake in a game or an experiment, he would say thoughtfully: "For my son, I will definitely not fail."

When it comes to talking about a certain historical figure, he is even more enthusiastic: "The future Scott will definitely surpass him, there is no doubt!"

"My boy, in every respect, is first-class and excellent!"

He always mentioned Scott in every way, but he never seemed to ask if Scott liked to be talked about by him all the time.

In fact, Scott hated the feeling.

Perhaps it was due to the etiquette of the nobles, or the empathy of being a parent. In fact, few people would make fun of him about this, but they would still use a magnifying glass to observe him because of his father's unbridled praise.

This made Scott feel a lot of pressure.

Under the pressure, he did not flinch, and was still trying his best to press on himself.

It's not that he is afraid that he will lose face at the wine table because he has not achieved his ideal achievements, but because he wants to tell his father in this way that my achievements are not easy.

Because most of the time is spent on study, Scott's communication skills are very weak, and he is not good at words and taciturn. Therefore, he is better at expressing what he wants to express with actions than words. mean.

Unfortunately, my father didn't notice.

He is a little tired.

"call"

Looking at the looming shadow of his father in front of him, Scott rubbed his tired eyes, trying to take a deep breath to calm his emotions that were fluctuating because of the past images churning in his mind.

Unfortunately, his breathing did not go on smoothly.

Under the tremendous pressure, it was difficult for him to even breathe.

Tiredness suddenly emerged in his heart, Scott's eyes drooped slightly, and he really wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while at this moment.

"But."

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to be still participating in the freshman competition, and even his current position should be in the ring.

"So, is the scene in front of you an illusion?"

Vaguely, Scott realized something, but he had no idea of ​​​​breaking it.

He just wanted to collapse on the ground, look up at the white clouds in the blue sky, then close his eyes in the dazzling sunlight and take a good sleep.

"If you do this, father, you will be extremely disappointed, right?"

Thinking like this, Scott's lips suddenly curled up.

Thinking of his father's shock, disappointment, and even anger at his actions, Scott's heart suddenly felt a sense of revenge.

Let you like to brag, let you know to mention me if you have no ability, I'm rotten, let's see what you can brag in the future!
"So be it."

Scott was thinking silently in his heart now, and immediately smiled and prepared to lie down on the ground and give up the game.

However, at this moment, a question suddenly flashed in his mind.

Father, is he really disappointed by his behavior?
In Scott's impression, when his father looked at him, he always had the look of "my son is the best in the world".

He never seemed to show up with any doubts, disappointments, or any negative emotions when he was in front of Scott.

He was always accompanied by that heartless smile and unbridled voice of praise.

"Father, will he, really, feel disappointed?"

Scott suddenly became less firm about his previous thoughts.

For a moment, he even felt that after learning that he had voluntarily given up the game, his father would still greet him home with that smile, and then he laughed and said, "My son's choice must be his. The consideration is in it!"

He has always been like that, unconditionally trusting his children.

Suddenly, Scott felt that he couldn't lie down for the time being.

At least, not lying down that way.

He hated his father's exaggeration, hated his father's weakness and laziness, and even hated his father's whole person.

But he is the only one who doesn't hate what his father said to him, "I will always believe in you", such words.

Perhaps, one of the reasons why Scott is still willing to squeeze himself to improve is that when he heard this sentence, he felt the sincere "father love" from it.

"In any case, even for the sake of myself who has worked so hard, I must never lie down by myself right now."

Scott opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, wanted to break free from the shackles of the desire called "lazy", stood up straight, broke the illusion, and then pushed his opponent off the ring.

With his own will, Scott reluctantly resisted the mountain-like pressure and wanted to raise his bent body again.However, because of temporary indulgence, "lazy" has almost become a shackle that completely binds him, and he has no way to break it completely.

He needs someone to help him.

"Fortunately you decided to stand up."

The sudden sound made Scott's heart skip a beat.

He turned his head sharply, looked at the looming figure in the darkness, and heard him say in a very soft voice.

"When some bubbles burst, they really burst, and some people fell, but they really couldn't stand up."

He stepped forward slowly and reached out to Scott.

"Now you are shining brightly in the eyes of others, but you can't dim the light at this time."

(End of this chapter)