Scott has hated his father since he was conscious.

Weak in character, lazy in behavior, nearly forty years old, accomplished nothing, and the only thing that can be praised is the hereditary title of earl on the head.

If it weren't for his grandfather's exploits, Scott's father would probably have become one of Seventeenth Street, lying lazily on the street every day scratching his muddy armpits, and only on stormy nights and days when he was receiving benefits.

But the annoying thing is that Scott's father has no ability to do anything, but luck is really good.

Relying on the remnants left by the older generation, even if he didn't do anything, his life was very nourishing, and he even married a very beautiful wife, although he ran away in the end, he still left him an excellent son.

In terms of talent, Scott Ball is not a true genius, and the time spent connecting the imaginary sea is absolutely the lowest among those people.

But why does he now have a place in the third grade?

Effort, gritting your teeth, desperately squeezing out every drop of available time to improve yourself.

When others communicate through titles, he swims in the sea of imaginary numbers; While others were savoring the delicious afternoon tea, he hid in the library, struggling to nibble on jerky knowledge.

He knew that his talent was not too good, and he could only make up for the gap between him and others a little bit in this way.

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

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

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

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

He doesn't understand knowledge, he doesn't know magic, and he doesn't know if he can beat the elementary school students of the Rhine Academy.

The only thing he can take out and blow is the son who is still bright.

However, although Scott's father knew that his son was excellent, he did not know what his son was really good.

So how did he blow it?

When others say that the kid from such and such a family is talented, he will laugh and say, "Hey, my kid, it's not worse than him!" ”

When someone mentions who made a mistake in a game or experiment, he will say thoughtfully, "If you change my son, you won't fail." ”

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

"That young man in my family, in any way, is a first-class excellent!"

He always likes to talk about Scott in various ways, but he never seems to ask, and whether Scott likes it or not is always on his lips.

In fact, Scott hates it.

Perhaps out of aristocratic etiquette, or because of his parents' empathy, few people would laugh at him about it, but they would still look at him with a magnifying glass because of his father's unbridled praise.

This made Scott feel that it was a lot of pressure.

Under pressure, he did not flinch, and still tried his best to strengthen the pressure on himself.

It's not that he's afraid that he won't achieve what he wants and that his father will lose face at the wine table, but because he wants to tell his father in this way that my achievements are not easy.

Because most of his time is spent on studying, Scott's communicative skills are very weak, and his lack of words and taciturn are one of his labels, so he is better at expressing what he wants to express with actions than words.

It's a pity that the father didn't notice.

He's a little tired.

"Hoo ......."

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 as he tossed through the past images churning in his mind.

Unfortunately, his breathing didn't go smoothly.

Under the majestic pressure, he even had some difficulty breathing.

Tiredness suddenly appeared in his heart, Scott's eyes drooped slightly, and he 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 should be in the ring.

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

Vaguely, Scott realized something, but he didn't want to crack it.

He just wanted to collapse on the ground, look up at the white clouds in the blue sky, and then close his eyes in the harsh sunlight and get a good night's sleep.

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

Thinking like this, the corners of Scott's lips suddenly curled.

The thought of his father's expression of shock, disappointment, and even anger at his actions suddenly gave Scott a hint of vengeful pleasure in his heart.

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

"So be it."

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

It's just that, at this moment, a question suddenly flashed in his mind.

Father, will you really be disappointed in his behavior?

In Scott's impression, when his father looks at him, he always has a look of "my son is the best in the world".

He never seemed to have any doubts, disappointments, or any negative emotions in front of Scott.

With him, there is always that heartless smile and unbridled praise.

"Father, really, will he 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 have his consideration!" ”

He was always like that, trusting his children unconditionally.

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

At least, not lying down in such a way.

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

But he didn't hate his father's words to him, "I will always believe in you."

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

"In any case, even for the sake of myself who worked hard before, I must not lie down by myself now."

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

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

He needs ....... Someone came to their aid.

"Good thing you decided to stand up."

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

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

"Some bubbles burst, they really burst, and some people fall, they just can't stand up."

He slowly stepped forward and held out his hand to Scott.

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