[Rebirth] King of Theater

When Al gets home...

Mrs. Sylvie was sitting alone on the sofa in a daze. Seeing him coming in, she stretched out her hand and said, "Come here, Al!"

"Nice to meet you, Mom! Are you resting this afternoon?" Al asked casually.

Then, he walked over, leaned over and kissed his mother gently on the face, and then, before he got any answer, he walked towards his own small room without stopping.

Because before he left Mr. Curtis's house, he had promised Mr. Bernie Brown, who was still angry, "to write the story as soon as he got home, and then send him the full version".

Although this promise will not be supervised by anyone, Al does not intend to break his promise.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Sylvie stared in amazement at her son who had just walked over and then turned away.

Al replied without looking back: "I'm going to write the manuscript."

"But don't you see I'm here?"

"Uh... I saw it! Didn't I still greet you? You are doing well, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, can't you see mom if it's okay?"

Mrs. Sylvie said angrily: "Well, now, I beg you to come and see me, okay? Or are you a great writer now, and you don't like talking to your uneducated mother anymore?"

What is this about?

Al was stunned for a second, and finally came back to his senses, no longer thinking about the plot of the novel.

He turned around patiently and said, "Mom, I didn't mean to ignore you, I'm just a little busy."

"But you are busy every day, from morning to night, from night to morning, I can't even see you now."

"I'm making money."

"I know you're making money, and I've never complained, but can't you just hang out with Mommy once in a while?"

"……All right."

Al had no choice but to turn around and walk back inexplicably.

He stared at Mrs. Sylvie in a daze, completely confused about what she wanted to do.

But Madame Sylvie was silent again.

She sat quietly on the sofa without saying a word, as if she didn't exist at all.

Al was fidgeting, not knowing what to do.

He had no choice but to try to find a topic to talk about: "Well, John hasn't played truant recently, has he?"

"There is a big brother who is unreasonable and only beats him hard, how dare he?"

"I'm not being unreasonable. I'm reasoning with him, but he doesn't understand. Okay, is Mary also enrolled?"

"That little yellow-haired rascal took her there, anyway, you don't care about anything now."

"Mom, Luke's not a little rascal. Besides, I didn't care. I asked Luke to help Mary enroll. I was just too busy. And Antonio? Is the kid sleeping in the house now?"

"At the little rascal's grandma's side, I just got off work and haven't picked it up yet."

"Luke isn't...well, never mind."

Then, the atmosphere fell silent again.

Al had to continue racking his brains to think about the topic: "Well, Mom, how's work going?"

Mrs. Sylvie was silent for a long time.

After a long time, she replied in a low voice: "What else can I do? It's not all arranged by you."

So Al was completely speechless.

He was sitting there in a daze, motionless, staring forward with a blank expression, just like a cat locked in a cage, with fangs and claws but nowhere to use it.

Mrs. Sylvie glanced over several times. Seeing him like this, she felt even more angry.

She couldn't help being picky and said, "I told you to sit with me, what's your expression?"

"Ah, I'm sitting with you, am I not sitting here?" Al couldn't help crying out.

"You're not happy at all," said Mrs Sylvie angrily.

"I am happy in my heart."

"To hell with you, don't fool me with your words! You were born by me, how happy and impatient you are, can you pretend that I can't see it?"

"Oh, I really don't know what to do."

Al was unable to cope, so he could only sigh bitterly: "Please God save you and me!"

"God can't save you!" Mrs. Sylvie was very angry, thinking that her son was perfunctory.

She stood up all of a sudden, stared at her son for a while, but felt that it was meaningless, and said angrily, "Don't you just want to leave? You can just leave if you want to."

Al jumped up immediately when he heard this.

He knew that Mrs. Sylvie was talking angry, and she didn't really mean to let him go.

But I really didn't want to waste my time doing this, so I pretended not to understand, and replied very loudly, "Okay, Mom"...

Then, running as fast as a rabbit, he ran back to the house and closed the door behind him.

Mrs. Sylvie stood dumbfounded in the living room: "Damn it!"

She hesitated for a while: Should I let him go?Or call him back and give him a good scolding.Finally, let him go.

On the other end, Al closed the door, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Then, he sat at the table according to the original plan, tried not to think about unpleasant things, and started to write Vincent's second story "Initiated by Superpower..." with full concentration.

Although I was in a bad mood due to the conflict with my mother just now, the novel was written very quickly instead.

Especially under the blessing of that kind of negative emotion, the weird atmosphere in the novel can be created and rendered better.

Al was satisfied for a while.

After making some revisions, he first sent it to Mr. Bernie Brown as promised.

The story begins with a school violence incident.

The students in the school are always beaten and bullied by a bad student.

But the strange thing is that other bullied people will cry, complain, angry and helpless...

Only Vincent was able to maintain a smile all the time, as if he had never been bullied at all, which was very strange.

So, those students who were bullied finally couldn't hold back their doubts!

once……

["XX hit people too hard, last time he pulled my hair from behind and tore off a piece of scalp, it was bloody, it hurt so much! It hurt so much! Vincent, why are you never afraid?" A The student choked up and asked. ]

["Haha, because I have superpowers!" Vincent laughed heartily and said, "No matter what kind of injury I get, I can heal immediately."]

When Mr. Bernie Brown saw this passage, his spirits were really high.

He praised again and again: "Interesting, interesting, it's actually telling the super power directly, without hiding it?"

But it's the same story as the previous "Initiated by a Human Head..." story.

The whole story is still shrouded in an extremely absurd and bizarre atmosphere.

When Vincent claimed that he had superpowers, all the students believed him without any doubt, and they envied and admired him very much.

["If only I had superpowers." "I'm so envious of Vincent." "Superpowers or something sounds cool."]

Superpowers bring Vincent the attention of the whole school.

He became a celebrity on campus.

That bad student even came to look for him, and beat him severely as soon as he came up.

After discovering that Vincent really started to recover, he lost any interest in bullying, and left angrily: [Ah, it's boring!What's the difference between this and punching a sandbag? It's boring without screaming, begging for mercy and crying! ]

From then on, the bad students stopped bullying Vincent.

Instead, he intensified his efforts to bully those students without superpowers, and bullied those students so badly that they cried every day.

The very magical thing here is that there is always only one bad student.

But those students who were bullied never thought of resisting, they just cried and begged for mercy.

It is still the unreal, grotesque and bizarre style of 'everyone is not normal'.

But even so, when Bernie Brown saw the plot of "students constantly being beaten by bad students", he was still in a bad mood.

Although, as an editor, you should read the text carefully.

But he was eager to know the follow-up plot, so he decided to quickly skip this paragraph first, and then read on.

Day after day, the students who were bullied suffered to the extreme.

They envied Vincent even more, and they circled around Vincent every day: ["Ah, if only I had super powers!" "Vincent is so happy." "Super powers are really great! Envy, Vincent!"]

Over time, Vincent couldn't help feeling sympathetic to these students.

He still sighed in his heart and thought: [They like super powers so much, but they don't have them, it's really pitiful. ]

then……

[Looking at everyone's envious eyes...]

[Vincent suddenly asked with a bright smile one day: "Do you want to see my super power?"]

["Think and think, even if you don't have it, it's good to have a look."]

["That's great, I want to see it!"]

["Good Vincent, show us."]

Facing the sun, Vincent raised his arms high, raised a small and exquisite knife, and gently cut a small wound, and a small drop of blood rolled down...

All the students stared at the wound without blinking.

When the wound really healed, their eyes widened, their faces full of admiration, and they cheered happily, as if they saw some hope in life.

to this end!

["Do it again, Vincent!"]

["Wonderful, this is a miracle."]

["Let's see it again, please, my God."]

This is too absurd, right?

Mr. Bernie Brown began to feel vaguely that there was something wrong with the frenzy.

But the description of this passage in the novel is very sacred.

Such as the golden light of the sun shining on Vincent's body, adding a layer of halo to him, coupled with the super self-healing ability and the cheers and crowds of the students, the whole portrait is like the son of God descending into the world.

The next plot is still bizarre...

Vincent found satisfaction in the joy and admiration of the students.

Since then, he has frequently demonstrated his superpowers, each time facing the sun, and each time posing solemnly.

Students are still being bullied and beaten by that brutal bad student.

But seeing Vincent's superpower every day, they were moved to tears, thinking that there are still miracles in the world.

But it's been a long time...

Vincent slowly lost interest in this kind of game.

[When everyone asked to show superpowers again...]

[Vincent evaded and refused: "It's too troublesome, every time I want to take a knife, I have to roll my sleeves."]

The students were extremely disappointed, but they didn't say anything.

Vincent didn't take this matter to heart, and rode home with peace of mind, even buying milk on the way.

But the next day at school...

The students all gathered around excitedly!

["Vincent, we've figured out a way."]

["Yeah, Vincent, don't bother you this time."]

["Vincent, we'll just do it ourselves."]

[Vincent asked suspiciously: "What the hell are you talking about? What trouble? Why do you do it yourself?"]

[Students smile at each other knowingly. ]

[They took out knives, shards of glass, scissors, and all kinds of weird sharp objects from their schoolbags, surrounded them together, and said excitedly: "Vincent, let's see superpowers ourselves!" ]

Mr. Bernie Brown slammed the manuscript onto the table with a snap!

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. It was as if a heavy boulder was pressed against his chest, and he was on the verge of suffocation. His lungs were beating violently with his heart, and he desperately wanted to breathe out...