[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

[Chapter 28]

In the days that followed, everything went unbelievably smoothly.Claire did not encounter a mysterious serial killer to hunt her, nor did she encounter Paul and others who thought they would appear but did not move.

It seemed that even Roy had lost his temper a lot.She also met the stepfather that Hill had always resisted.He is a potbellied, middle-aged man with a personality trait shared by everyone in the slums of Gotham.Such as irascibility, violence, and a chilling hatred for rich people.

It seems that the poor have a consensus that the reason why they are so downcast is because they are occupied by the rich or have their resources stolen.Therefore, the poorer many people are, the less likely they are to work. They spend most of their time in the streets and alleys of the city, ganging up to rob decent people passing by.

Claire, who has lived in Gotham for eight weeks and has fully realized this, declined to comment.

She silently huddled in the corner of the alley and watched Hill's stepfather leave the house. She managed to avoid the opportunity to greet him directly, and then walked to the door of Hill's house.As soon as he raised his hand, the door was quickly opened.

The boy leaned against the wall, with a subtle smile in his green eyes: "I saw you coming."

Claire nodded: "Guess what I brought?" She said, and took out a glass bottle from her pocket, in which dozens of cockroach larvae were climbing.She said in a disgusted tone: "You don't know how hard I work for Gaga! Of course, the main reason is that there are too many cockroaches in my house!"

Recalling how she trapped them with a glass and then caught them one by one, Claire felt that her scalp seemed to start to feel numb again.However, the strange thing is that she is still wholeheartedly catching her most disgusting bugs for a yellow-skinned toad...!

She glanced at Hill's shining eyes.Such an energetic expression finally made the young man no longer look so pale and withdrawn.Thinking about it this way, it seems to be worth it.

After comforting herself, Claire followed Hill upstairs again.

Gaga was waiting for them by the side of the cage, and when she saw someone approaching, she started to croak.Seeing this, Claire quickly threw the bottle to Hill, then turned around, waiting for him to tear off the wings of the cockroaches in his hand.

Yet clearly, no matter when and where, there are some people who exist to cause discomfort to others.Paul didn't know when he walked up to the top floor.He was playing with a jackknife in his hand, and the follower behind him was no longer the two he had seen the first time they met, but a new face.

He looked very excited: "Wow~~ Oh, let me see what I saw?" He said sarcastically: "Our goddess Sophie is dating the famous autistic Hill on the rooftop?"

"It's really romantic." He applauded like a show, with a look of contempt: "It's really romantic~"

"Look at what you are doing?" Paul let out an exaggerated exclamation, and retched twice like nausea:

"Oh! My! God! A toad. Toad?"

Hill had already stopped what he was doing.He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.Claire stood in front of him: "Shut up, Paul."

She was a little impatient to talk to this young man, although Paul didn't do anything other than say some harsh words, but this kind of person who thinks that just saying something that doesn't sound good is the most resentful person ( She thinks of herself).

No one knows better than Claire that people's mouths can often spit out sharper knives, which are deeply pierced in the hearts of obedient people.This wound lasts forever and never heals.She didn't want such an unknown person to hurt Hill.

Paul sneered and walked around them twice: "What if I say no?"

Claire took another step forward, and there was no doubt about the answer.

Paul Ben's hesitant eyes darkened immediately after seeing Claire's ignorant behavior: "Maybe I should let you know that Hill is not a good choice." After he finished speaking, the followers behind him immediately got instructions and waved their hands. The baseball bats in the middle surrounded him.

Claire sneered.

Two underage boys who thought they could dominate the streets with a baseball bat? "Maybe I should let you guys know that making me angry is not an option either."

After 10 minutes, Paul covered his black eyes and ran to the door, uttering harsh words!Claiming that Claire will definitely regret her behavior at this time.Claire didn't have time to pay attention to them - Hill's mood seemed a little strange.

When Hill finally fed all the cockroaches in his hand to Gaga in silence, he stood up and looked at Claire.This is the first time they look at each other after Claire punches Paul:

"What the hell are you," he thought for a moment, "what happened to you?"

Claire was silent, and Hill asked a question again: "Will you change back?"

Claire couldn't answer.

I don't know what Hill was thinking, he seemed to be suddenly plunged into some kind of anger, his eyes darkened instantly: "What are you hiding?" He reached out and held Claire between his arms and the wall.The voice was hoarse. "Did you hear my question? Answer me—what are you hiding."

Claire's silence made Hill look even more irritable, and he almost couldn't help swinging his fist towards Claire—and finally landed on the wall behind her!

"Damn it! Are you making the rules of the game now?"

These close green eyes made Claire clearly see the madness and paranoia in it: "Since you appeared in front of me and made me accept you, you can't just leave. Dear Sophie."

"In my place, the rule is me." When he said this, Hill's lips were close to Claire's ear, as gentle as a lover's whisper.

But in the next second, Hill smiled again: "But at least one thing you have always done well - praise your honesty."

Claire remained silent.She had found that Hill's mind was always jumping a lot.You may be disappointed in the last moment, and you will become happy in the next second. You were still angry in the last second, and suddenly you become interested again.He always thinks what is what.In Hill, you can always see the extremes of his views on certain things.

When they first met, he thought that Claire didn't trust him, even if they had known each other for 16 years, he would choose to break up over such a trivial matter.During the chat, I think that Claire's attention is no longer on himself, and he will choose to scratch the other party (even get beaten up) to get attention... However, it is contradictory, in such a world full of hatred for the rich and extremely distorted worldview In the environment, Hill never showed any aggression.

In fact, it seems that except for Claire, Hill is very scrappy in the eyes of everyone, that is, cowardly and silent.

Claire sighed at this kind of crazy running theater in her head, and she couldn't help but patted Hill's trapped arm comfortingly: "Thank you for your praise, can you let me go now?"

"No." Hill refused, and moved closer to Claire, sniffing at her neck like a dog.

"Hill—" Claire called Hill's name helplessly.His moody appearance made Claire feel a little bit hard for a while, especially since Hill was neither her enemy nor a bad person.For a moment, Claire didn't know how to treat his kind of intimacy that made her feel a little majestic.

"You smell so good—"

Claire finally pushed the green-eyed teenager away: "Listen, Hill. I don't know if we used to always be," she said, "so close."

"But not now, I've lost my memory, and it makes me feel awkward that you're doing this."

Hill shrugged: "I just want to express that I like being with you very much." He pouted and wisely chose to change the subject: "Anyway, let's go to the city tomorrow~"

"What are you doing in town?"

"I have something I want to buy."

Claire refrained from raising her eyebrows, but said, "Are you rich?"

Hill shrugged and didn't feel offended: "If you go to the city, you will have it." He didn't know what to think, and smiled with interest: "There are [banks] everywhere~!"

[the next day]

Claire looked at the boy trapped in the alley by Hill in disbelief, but he was only twelve or thirteen years old, apparently running out of the control of his parents to play.He was still holding a football in his hand, looking extremely bewildered.

"Don't tell me these are the banks you're talking about, man?" Claire controlled her expression not to reveal her emotions, but the disapproval in her tone was still clear.

Hill shrugged indifferently: "Do you have any comments?"

"I thought you didn't have any hatred for rich people... Am I wrong?"

"Of course, I really don't care much about whether other people are rich or not, whether they live happily or miserable." Hill turned his back to Claire and took out a folding knife from his trouser pocket, casually playing with it in his hand: " In fact, I think the way of thinking [about what other people think] is very ridiculous."

He laughed, with youthful chicness and joy, and full of undisguised malice, and stretched out his hand to the young child: "I know you have the pocket money your parents gave you in your pocket. Knowing that you still have candy in your pocket." It was obviously not the first time he had done something like this: "But I can keep the candy for you, but for now, you might like to leave me your pocket money,"

"Oh, look at me~" Hill patted his forehead, then turned to look at Claire behind him: "It should be us."

Claire felt her face stiffen under the gaze of the poor child, but she still didn't choose to help him.Perhaps in Claire's subconscious mind, she also thought that losing a little money would not hurt the young boy.

On the contrary, Claire was even more unable to criticize Hill's behavior because he knew how bad Hill's quality of life was.

This is the common thinking of the people in the slums, this is the innate jealousy of the suffering people for the favored ones, this is the world view of Gotham.She cannot point fingers, nor is she entitled.

So she was silent, acquiescing to Hill's accomplice remarks.And Hill also crooked his eyebrows and eyes because of this-he really likes to smile (in front of her).

When the little boy handed over all the change in his pocket, Hill left candy for him as he said.And when the boy was carefully going around Claire with the football in his arms, the girl grabbed his arm:

"I'm sorry for what happened to you today. Don't leave your parents' side casually in the future." She patted his head comfortingly: "Maybe you would like to tell me your name?" I was the first to rob little child.

"Boo, Bruce Wayne." He whispered back.

"What? The one from the Wayne Group?" Claire was incredulous, and she instantly thought of the rich second-generation idiot a few years later——

"Yes, yes." The boy shook his shoulders, but still straightened his back and nodded in affirmation.

"OK~" Claire chuckled twice: "Now, you can keep your football and candies."

She had a gloomy face: "My sister must let you know today that there are really many bad guys—"

The author has something to say: Mo Niang~!Thank you for the two mines, knock happy hahaha

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I want to write more easily. Obviously, the heroine has abused me so much recently that I can’t write well. I’m stuck now... so depressed, how can I push the plot?