Team villains except me

"Teacher Garcia, sometimes you don't need a reason to hate someone. For a loser like Adazi, it's normal for him to hate everyone, because he is despicable and cowardly. He doesn't want to hate himself, so he hates others."

Irene sat in a chair in Garcia's living room, her elbows touching the dining table, covered in dust.

Garcia's house had a kind of tidiness that seemed unused. Many places were covered with dust, but the corners were exceptionally clean.

Garcia has no normal life. This whole house is his cage. He thought it was his habitat, but in fact he had been entangled for a long time and was sinking into the swamp step by step without realizing it.

Irene observed Garcia's house, Hugh looked at Garcia silently, and Jerry looked up at the sky outside the window.

Jerry didn't like the current atmosphere. More precisely, he didn't want to see someone in so much pain. Jerry vaguely guessed what happened. He found part of the truth from what Huett and Irene said, but he didn't dare to think about it.

Jerry knew that the existence of some family members was painful. He had seen Difusta's collapse, he knew Roita's hesitation when she killed her biological father, he participated in Carone's reforms, and he saw how Mephi and Otekest were betrayed by their relatives.

He was no stranger to such tragedies.

However, he couldn't understand why that "Adazi" treated Teacher Garcia like this. Because the reason why his friends were backstabbed by their families was related to interests. Those families did not do this to make them suffer, but because they had value that could be used, and the pain was just a bonus.

But this "Adazi" obviously just wanted to make Mr. Garcia fall into ruin. Why did "Adazi" hate Mr. Garcia so much? Did Mr. Garcia do something unforgivable? Or was it because "Adazi" was a bad person, as Irene said, that he subconsciously did bad things?

Jerry doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know. There are too many puzzling things in this world, and too many guilty people. Getting stuck in a dead end will only make you more and more miserable. Let yourself go, give up thinking, and the world will become much better.

Jerry looked at the garden outside which had turned into a quagmire, thought for a moment, and pretended to know nothing as raindrops hit the window to break the gloomy atmosphere.

"There are a lot of flowers in the garden outside, right? When I used earth magic to explore what was in the garden just now, I felt a lot of plant roots!"

Garcia was the first to respond to Jerry. The ice cream in his hand had completely melted. He put the box and spoon aside and answered softly.

"Yes, when my grandfather was alive, many flowers were planted in this garden."

"Oh, I see! Those flowers must be very beautiful when they bloom! Because there are so many of them, I feel like the ground is full of them..."

Torrential rain.

But outside suddenly revealed an exceptionally lively and sunny scene.

The flowers are vying for beauty, the roots are lush and green, and the leaves are plump and full of water. This prosperous scene is hard to see even in clear weather.

Jerry looked outside in surprise, and suddenly realized that Teacher Garcia was from the Wood Magic Court.

Jerry gave Garcia a thumbs-up.

"Mr. Garcia is so awesome! But what kind of flowers are these? I don't think I've ever seen them before."

The atmosphere is relaxed.

The tension brought by the rainy night slowly disappeared, Garcia propped himself up and stood up with difficulty.

"Those flowers were collected by my grandfather. They are very unique species. I only recognize some of them..."

Garcia swallowed his words after seeing the scenery outside the window. He stared blankly at the phantom of flowers outside, listening to the thunder exploding in his ears, and felt that this scene had a familiar feeling that almost tore him apart.

It was also such a rainy night with great momentum.

It is also such a garden that has fallen into a quagmire.

The rain flowed like blood, the autumn was so cold that one could not even stretch one's fingers, the fishy smell of the earth rose up, and the loose soil was stirred by the drizzling rain to become even more sticky.

It was he who was being buried.