Weird live broadcast: I can deduce infinitely

I looked up.

Hope is a head taller than me, with short ear-length hair and a school uniform.

The other girls in the class always like to add various decorations to their clothes to show their personality, but Hope rolls up his sleeves like the boys to reveal his wheat-colored arms.

"Don't meddle..."

"Go away!"

"Little mouse, you are a softie, and you still need a woman to help you..."

"What a little mouse, he is famous, and he will give others a nickname in the future, be careful I will kill you!"

Hope's eyes widened, and he waved his fist in front of Brother Hu.

Brother Hu curled his lips, squeezed the water bottle in his hand, and sat back on his seat.

Hope took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the drink off my head.

"Are you OK?"

"No."

I took Hope's handkerchief and wiped the water off my face.

"Sorry for getting dirty."

"It's ok."

"I'll wash it for you, and I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"it is good."

I folded the handkerchief and put it in my arms.

Hope glanced at me, pulled her friend away talking and laughing.

I don't have any friends in this world, only hope that will help me when I am bullied.

Class begins.

I took out my notebook and wrote my own story on it, which is my lifelong dream.I want to be a big hero, a lone hero, to defeat a villain who can never be defeated.

The teacher never cares about me.

Perhaps in his view, I was a withdrawn and eccentric child, no matter how I was disciplined, I would only be a moth of society in the end.

After school.

I walked all the way, rubbing the handkerchief Hope lent me.

When I got home, the first thing I did was wash it off.

I don't wear a handkerchief on me. If my dad sees it, he will definitely ask me. I don't know what will happen then.

After washing the handkerchief, I hung it on the radiator to dry.

The handkerchief is very thin and should be able to be cleaned before my dad comes back.

I was lying on the table writing my story while I waited for the handkerchief to dry.Because I was so engrossed, I didn't even hear Dad open the door.

"What are you hanging over the radiator?"

It's Dad's voice.

I froze for a moment, quickly put down the pen in my hand, ran to the heating stove, and hurriedly put away the handkerchief.

"Where did this handkerchief come from?"

I didn't speak, and quickly folded the handkerchief and hid it in my arms.

"Say, where did it come from?"

The handkerchief exudes a faint warm smell, and I find that even after I have washed it, it still smells of hope.

"Did you steal it?"

By the way, my novel is not put away, if my father sees it...

"Speak! You are dumb!"

Dad reached out to grab my ear, but I was one step faster than him, and he couldn't even grab a hair of mine.

I went back to my room and closed the notebook as if nothing had happened, but he was relentless.

"You kid, pretend to be dumb for me?"

I am in pain.

I could tell from the physical sensation that it was the severe pain caused by my father beating me with a broom.I ran away while being beaten, but my father had already closed the door ahead of time, so I could only hug my head and obediently pouted my buttocks to accept the punishment.

"Don't talk, don't talk!"

"..."

"Speak! I'm asking you something, you speak!"

Dad continued to spank my ass with the broom. I was numb, but I kept my mouth shut.Because I knew that if I opened my mouth, there would only be more questions and more trouble.

"Are you still not convinced?"

"..."

"I was just asking you something, why didn't you say it? Where did you get that handkerchief? Did you steal it?"

"It's just a handkerchief..."

"It's just a handkerchief? You can steal the handkerchief? If you steal a handkerchief today, you can rob a bank tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, Dad opened my clothes and took out the handkerchief from my arms.He put it under his nose and smelled it, and his face immediately became gloomy again.

"There is a fragrance on it? You actually steal girls' things?"

"..."

"You have started playing hooligans at such a young age, huh?"

Dad raised his broom and hit it on top of my head.

I shrank my neck and covered my head with my hands.

The broom snapped in two, and my arm swelled up immediately.

"How did I give birth to a son like you?"

Dad held his belly and sighed.

I put my hands behind my back, fighting back the pain.Every time Dad covered his belly with his hands, it meant that he was tired from beating and would never do it again.

"How did I give birth to such a son as you... What evil did I do..."

Dad kept whispering.

I didn't speak, and leaned against the wall silently.Fortunately, I'm wearing thicker clothes today, otherwise my ass may have bloomed.

Dad turned around suddenly and saw the notebook on my desk—it was the notebook I used to write the book.

I dare not say anything, because it might make Dad curious.

"What kind of book is this? Why haven't I seen it?"

"journal."

"Diary? Let me see."

"Diary is privacy!"

"What privacy do you have with me?"

Dad opened the notebook with a look of anger on his face.I rushed up and snatched the notebook from Dad.

"Can not watch!"

"What did you write?"

"do not know."

"I asked why your grades have dropped so quickly. So you go to school every day to do this kind of thing? Bring me your notebook."

"No!"

"bring here!"

Dad is taller and bigger than me, and he snatched the notebook from my arms.I wanted to grab it back, but my father pressed him against the wall with one hand.

"Don't move."

My father pinched my neck with his right hand and flipped through my novel with his left hand. His expressionless face was like a cold iron plate.

"novel?"

"..."

"Let me ask you, are you writing a novel?"

"Yes."

"What's the use of writing this thing? Do you know how bad your grades are now? If you are really not suitable for studying, don't even study in high school. After finishing junior high school, you will work for me."

"no……"

"I burned it for you, thinking about useless things."

"I could make money out of novels, really."

"To shut up."

Dad pushed me away, took my novel into the kitchen, and lit the fire.

I pulled my father's trousers, crying and begging for mercy.

"Dad, please don't burn it, don't!"

"I cannot lead you astray."

"That's my dream!"

"Dream? Your dream is to finish compulsory education for me quickly, and then go out to work and earn money for me, stupid ass."

Dad lit the gas stove.

I stare dumbfounded as the notebook crumbles to ashes before my eyes.

Dad went back to my room, picked up the half of the broom, threw it in front of me, and said in a harsh voice, "Sweep the dust off the floor."