MTL - The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game-Chapter 45 Can't dim the light at this time

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  Chapter 45 can’t dim the light at this time

  Scott has hated his father since he was conscious.

  Weak personality, lazy behavior, nearly forty years old, accomplished nothing, the only thing that can be praised by others is the hereditary title of earl on his head.

If it weren't for the merits made by his grandfather, then Scott's father would have a high probability of becoming a member of Seventeenth Street, lying lazily on the street every day scratching his dirt-covered armpits, only the rainy night and Only on the day when the relief money is issued, will the nest be moved a little.

   But what is exasperating is that Scott's father has no skills, but luck is really good.

Relying on the lingering shadow left by the older generation, even if he didn't do anything, he lived a very good life. He even married a pretty wife. Although he ran away in the end, he still left him an excellent wife. son.

  In terms of talent, Scott Boll is not a real genius. The time it took to link the sea of ​​imaginary numbers is absolutely the last among that group of people.

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

  Effort, clenching the bullet, desperately squeezing every drop of available time to improve yourself.

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

  He knows that his talent is not very good, so he can only use this method to slightly make up the gap with others.

  Only in this way can I win for myself a little bit, so as not to attract the ridicule of others because of my father.

  However, this effort was used by his father as a bragging rights.

  Scott's father loved drinking, but he was not good at temperance. Once he drank too much, he liked to brag.

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

  He doesn't know knowledge, he doesn't know magic, and those who are weak don't know whether they can beat the pupils of the Rhine Academy.

  The only thing he can brag about is his son who is quite eye-catching.

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

   So how did he blow it?

  When someone mentions that the boy from the certain family is talented, he will laugh and say, "Hey, my boy is no worse than him!"

  When someone mentions someone who made a mistake in a certain game or experiment, he would say thoughtfully: "If it is my son, he will definitely not fail."

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

   "That young man from my family, from any point of view, is first-class excellent!"

  He always likes to mention Scott in various aspects, but he never seems to ask whether Scott likes being talked about by him all the time.

   In fact, Scott hated the feeling.

   It may be due to noble etiquette, or empathy as a parent. In fact, few people will make fun of him with this incident, but they will still observe him with a magnifying glass because of his father's unscrupulous praise.

   This made Scott feel a lot of pressure.

  Under the pressure, he didn't flinch, and was still trying his best to squeeze himself.

   It wasn't that he was afraid that he would lose face at the wine table because he didn't achieve the desired achievement, but because he wanted to tell his father in this way——my achievement was not easy.

Because he spends most of his time studying, 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, father, did not notice.

  He is a little tired.

   "call"

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

  Unfortunately, his breathing didn't go smoothly.

  Under the majestic pressure, he even had difficulty breathing.

  Tiredness suddenly appeared 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 where he was now, he should be in the ring.

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

   Vaguely, Scott realized something, but he didn't have the idea to decipher it.

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

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

  Thinking so in his heart, the corners of Scott's lips suddenly curled up.

  Thinking of his father's expression of shock, disappointment, and even anger towards his behavior, Scott suddenly felt a sense of revenge.

   Make you like to brag, let you know how to mention me if you don't have the ability, I'm bad, let's see what you can brag about in the future!

"So be it."

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

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

  Father, will you really be disappointed by his behavior?

  In Scott's impression, when his father looked at him, he always had a look of "my son is number one in the world".

  When he was in front of Scott, he never seemed to show any doubts, disappointments, or any negative emotions.

  Accompanied by him will always be that heartless smiling face and unscrupulous praise.

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

  Scott suddenly became less firm about his previous thoughts.

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

  He is always like that, trusting his child unconditionally.

  Suddenly, Scott felt that he seemed unable to lie down for the time being.

   At least, not lying down like this.

  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 "fatherly love" from it.

   "No matter what, even if it's for the self who has worked hard, I will never lie down by myself now."

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

  Relying on his own will, Scott barely resisted the mountain-like pressure, trying to lift his bent body up again. However, because of the temporary indulgence, "laziness" has almost become a shackle that binds him completely, and he has no way to break free from it completely.

  He needs...someone to help him.

   "It's a good thing you decided to stand up."

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

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

  "When some bubbles burst, they really burst. When some people fall down, they really can't stand up."

  He stepped forward slowly, reaching 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)