[Rebirth] King of Theater

The year John was born was a period when the living conditions of Sylvie's family were relatively affluent.

Moreover, learning the lesson of the premature birth of the eldest son, Mrs. Sylvie inevitably took care of her second child carefully. When the second son John was born, it was completely different from Al, who made people worry that he would not be able to raise him all the time. It was a heavy calf with a big head, a pair of protruding ears, a square face, and a relatively big mouth. It was so loud when it cried.

My only regret is...

This child is not very good at growing up, and seems to use all his nutrition on his body, and his brain is not clear at all. He has been not very smart since he was a child, and he is stupid, even worse than his younger sister Mary.

When Al ran back in a rage, the kid hadn't heartlessly played war games with the neighborhood kids.

There is a small vegetable stand on this street. That day, the owner of the vegetable stand reluctantly threw some baskets of vegetables that had not been sold for a long time and were too rotten to the garbage dump.As a result, the group of children in the slums immediately rushed over to dig through the trash as if they had discovered a new toy, and then picked out those rotten vegetables and threw them at each other.

"Take it, you bastard!"

A rotten cabbage was thrown over by a pocket.

"Go to hell, bitch! Watch my bomb attack!"

Rotten cabbages scattered in the air.

At this time, John was running fast in the "fire of bullets" with his short legs.

He dashed left and right, turned a corner from time to time, and then slammed on the brakes, and returned with a rotten tomato: "Hahaha, shit! You're dead!"

Coincidentally, Al, who was chasing after him and trying to grab the bastard child, was smashed with rotten tomatoes all over his head and face!

Red juice flowed down his forehead, and his face, which was originally very delicate, looked a little hideous at this moment. He wanted to show his younger brother some face outside, but now he was so angry that he directly picked him up in a fit of rage. He got up, and slapped his ass with a slap.

So, a few minutes later...

Mrs. Sylvie welcomed her two sons back with a stupefied look.One was so angry that his face was pale, but his face was full of rotten tomatoes, and he was in an unprecedented embarrassment; the other was crying hoarsely, thrashing his calves, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"what on earth is it?"

Mrs. Sylvie could not help exclaiming helplessly: "For God's sake! Who will tell me? Are you all crazy?"

John suddenly collapsed.

He cried and stretched out his hands, with a pitiful look for help: "Oh, mom! Mom! Help me! Al is going to kill me!"

"I want to kill you."

Al threw him to Mrs. Sylvie, wiped his face with a wet towel, and cursed angrily: "You shameless little rascal who can only cry! Would I hit you for no reason? Since childhood, Have I ever moved a finger of yours? Think about what you have done!!"

John began to cry again: "You just for a rotten tomato..."

"Go to your fucking Rotten Tomatoes!"

Al was about to be annoyed by this clown: "I'm talking about you playing truant, you bastard!"

"I'm not, woohoo, I'm not an asshole."

"You're worse than a bastard. Tell me, tell me! Why are you playing truant?"

"Woo, isn't this natural?"

"Naturally? What do you mean?"

"Woo, I can't help myself."

"...Can't help yourself? Who forced you?"

"No need to be forced! See a door, and then, go out. This is like... For example, a bird in a cage will fly out when the cage door is opened. Isn't this natural? ? I was involuntary, powerless, really, I left school without knowing it..."

"Are you comparing yourself to a bird? You stupid bird! Pooh, you're worse than a bird! Come on, now I can't help beating you."

Al did what he said.

He 'involuntarily' beat up this 'stupid bird' who was 'involuntarily'.

John wailed and defended himself: "Obviously no one else needs to go to school, why should I go? Best, Bill, Barry, and brother Luke all said that they never went to school... Everyone is Those who don't go to school, why am I the only one going...why are you doing this to me?"

He cried like a cuckoo crying blood: "Al, I am your real brother! I am your real brother!"

So very reasonable!

Al was really speechless, thinking: "How can I tell a poor kid who is less than ten years old and his brain is not very good about the importance of learning?"

and so……

Let's beat it first!

Because the house is too small, the sound of fighting inevitably alarmed the youngest brother Antonio.

This little baby who didn't understand anything didn't know what happened. He only heard his second brother John crying there, and he burst into tears along with him; Seeing this scene, I was so scared that I burst into tears.

Mrs. Sylvie wanted to go up to stop him at first, but when she found out that her eldest son was really angry, she was a little timid for a while.

Now she did not dare to confront the "head of the family", so she had to hold the youngest child, and took her little daughter Mary, and hid in the kitchen, weeping secretly.

When Al is done venting his anger, he plans to go out and settle accounts with Luke and those bastards...

But he turned around and saw his mother and younger sister were crying silently there, so he had no choice but to go over, first put a piece of candy in his pocket and stuffed it for his younger sister Mary, and then said, "Mom, don't cry!"

"But what else can I do but cry?"

Mrs. Sylvie choked and said, "My older son is beating my younger son. Tell me, can I not cry?"

"But your youngest son plays truant."

"He is so young and doesn't understand anything, why can't you talk to him properly?"

Al was very helpless, so he had to raise his hands to surrender and compromise: "You are right, you are absolutely right! It is all my fault, and this time it is also my fault. Just wait, I will go and talk to John properly."

Then, he turned around and walked back, and said to his younger brother who was still crying on the bed: "Don't cry, stupid bird, you won! Mom asked me to tell you well! Now put your ears up, give me Listen up! Let me tell you in a loud voice, if you dare to give me 'involuntary' one more time, I will beat you to death with my own hands, and then I will nail your body to the door of your classroom to make a specimen for you You can no longer be 'involuntary'."

John was stunned for a second, and then was frightened into a louder howl.

Mrs. Sylvie was also dumbfounded, and couldn't help shouting: "Al, what are you scaring him for!"

Al just pretended not to hear, and ran away from the house in a hurry.

He is not so angry now, and he can vaguely understand John's grievances. A normal child may think about future things. It's not what the people around him do, but how he learns.

But the problem is that there are too few families in the slums who can send their children to school.

In John's eyes, no other children have to go, only he has to go, but he is not so smart, has no expertise in learning, and can't get any happiness from it. Being in school is like being in prison. How to feel wronged and uncomfortable.

After thinking about these things, Al didn't know how to deal with them.

He has never raised a child in his previous life, and he is only 15 years old in this life, so he has no idea how to discipline his younger brother.

but just a little...

You must never let your good friends who make trouble all day long help this child play truant again.

So, as soon as Luke opened the door, he saw Al with an unhappy face.

He couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you?"

Al said, "I just beat my brother John."

Luke looked at him puzzled, as if asking why.

Al went on, "I want to beat you up now, too."

Luke laughed all of a sudden, as if he thought it was fun, he coaxed him and said, "Go ahead, I promise I won't fight back."

"I'm going to beat Best, Bill, Barry...everyone who helped my brother John play truant!"

"Oh, that's a big project."

Lu took Al's hand and entered the room, and pushed his angry friend into a chair: "Okay, I didn't expect you to be so angry..."

"Can I not be angry?" Al said. "I worked so hard to pay him for his education and he goes out to play every day? You accomplices pamper him!"

"It's our fault, but it's understandable."

"You said."

"John cried several times, saying that he was unhappy at school and that others looked down on him..."

"Then can you not go to school? If a person wants to be looked down upon by others, he must first improve himself."

"He's still young and doesn't understand. The kids at school think he's from a slum. He doesn't have...no father. Moreover, he says he's stupid, slow to learn, and can't learn well no matter what. Everyone hates him even more. Alas, he is so stupid and poor that the teacher doesn't like him that much... Think about it, he is only eight years old, and he is struggling every day."

Al didn't know what to say for a while.

He never imagined that his younger brother would be in such a situation in school. He felt uncomfortable for a moment and was disappointed in himself, so he murmured: "But, but I have to go to school..."

It was rare for Luke to see him look like a lost kitten. He couldn't help but leaned down and kissed his forehead comfortingly: "Don't worry, you have to take it step by step. He is only eight years old, and he can learn slowly." It's too late, don't be so anxious all the time."

But Al was only in a daze for a while, and soon regained his spirit.

He pushed Luke away, stood up abruptly, quickly made up his mind, and said in a hurry: "No! You're not right, step by step in hell! This matter can't be dragged on forever, I want to move."

"Ah? Moving? Didn't you still talk about going to school just now? How did you pull that out?"

"Since I look down on children from the slums... okay! Anyway, I have some money, so I'll move out of the slums."

"You, you... wait, how do you say that the wind is the rain?"

"I'm like this! People can't wait. Waiting is waiting for death. Luke, I'm dying. I can't stop for the rest of my life."