[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark
Chapter 4
There is nothing to say about the physical training, weapon training, and even ability training that anyone can make up a couple of sentences, so be it.No matter how hard or tired you are, you will end up tormenting yourself, pure and harmless, just like the sky of this Mediterranean country.
Most annoying are those mental tortures.Force you to raise a rabbit, kill it after a while and ask you to eat meat—please, what’s so delicious about this little ball, do you have a little or two of it when it’s braised in soy sauce?No cumin, no pickled peppers, no tangerine peel and crispy peanuts, the rabbit has a delicious yarn.Upgrade from rabbits to dogs, yes, those big dogs that everyone says they like humans the most, are gentle, smart and cute relatives, those big guys who wag their tails and bark at you, and come to lick your face when you are tired and crying.You will want to fuck off, I will kill you sooner or later, why are you so close, go fast, but they still hang around you very persistently.You end up staring into their wet black eyes, crying as you drive a knife into their neck, spit up for an hour, and get hauled into the interrogation room for hours of reprimand.
After animals come humans.To collect protection fees, the reason given above is that we are covering this land, without us we will be killed by other families, so in order to maintain the life of our family, everyone has to pay if they have money or not. .So you are like a chicken blood, with the passion and dream of me being everyone, everyone, the world, the world, everyone, and everyone, you follow the big brother to find those ordinary people, only to find those ordinary people with terrified eyes and trembling Know nothing at all.They're just succumbing to the violence and authority you represent, unwillingly and resignedly taking their hard-earned money from the cash drawer for you to hand over to cigar-smoking bigwigs on leather seats.You stand in the bright and beautiful garden, look back and see the elegant and beautiful family building, and think in your heart that if we are an organization that exists to protect ordinary people, why do we live more extravagantly than them, just because we are more generous?What's the difference between that and a bandit?
Only at this time will you suddenly understand and admit a fact that you have already guessed but still delusional.You've been through so much and you're still deluding yourself, wanting to believe you're the chosen one a virgin mary to save the wretched world or something, whatever, because you gave more and took more so Only then will they enjoy a little bit more than ordinary people.But no, you're a scum mafia who sucks other people's blood and destroys their dreams to keep living like a moth.
Where does so much righteousness come from, fart righteousness, if everyone in this world can only take care of themselves, there will be so many things.
Next...
If there is really someone who is willing to patiently listen to my ramblings, would you guess that when I got here, I, Lin Zhongyue, suddenly realized the truth of the world and understood the cruelty of life. You have to sigh to others "You are still too young" and then kill people without blinking an eye, and you have to calmly blow the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, pretending to be "a real woman never looks back at the explosion", and hurt others without hesitation. Also let others hurt your old fritters without hesitation?
no way.
I want to declare forcefully: Absolutely—no.
I am a person with memories of two lifetimes.At first I naively thought that because I am so special and that is why I am here, I must have some special purpose in life.Now I know not.
Precisely because I came here, the memories of my previous life are meaningful.It might really be like that for someone else. There are too many examples of that around me, but I can't.I can't do that.
I have a whole world against this fucking life.
I know what a normal life is like, I know what it's like to love and be loved by others, I know what true trust is, I know what it's like to walk in the sun without worrying about being sniped , I know that empathy is a valuable quality and not the cowardice that the mafia derides.
I know that the best life is that everyone can make decisions for themselves and only for themselves, instead of looking for a BOSS saying that I will surrender to you from now on, please ascend the throne for righteousness, and from then on you will be for the "interest of the majority" Have the power to kill others.
Oh yeah, I'm talking about Spelby Squalo and his damn boss.Until here, the proud shark finally appeared.
To the group of people represented by him, I have only one thing to say:
—I can fuck you.
The existence of people like Squalo always gave me a weird sense of time travel, and I felt that I was actually in Japan in the Edo period, not Italy in the 90s.How could they have been born and raised in a country that launched the Renaissance hundreds of years ago and called for humanism and humanity, and finally embarked on a road of monarchs and ministers with full of enthusiasm, shouting long live—they didn’t do that, and the reality is the same the way of——?
I thought about this question for a long time, and finally I came to a conclusion: this is the consequence of only going to mafia candidate schools and not going to regular universities.It is easy to carry out the second-school thoughts of adolescence to the end without looking back.People like Dino Gabrielone don’t have this problem. He grew up healthy, lively and sunny, caring about others, being gentle and kind. After many years, he washed the Gabrielone family white and tender, and never made a living by hurting others.
When I explained this point to Squalo, he was obviously quite unconvinced, waving the sword on his left prosthetic arm, and yelling that Dino "vaulted horse" only went to mafia candidate school, and did not go to formal college , Why is he an exception.
I sneered and said that he is the young master of Gabrielone, the only heir. Since childhood, he was educated by tutors for aristocrats, and he needs a regular university. Don't you know that ancient aristocrats were educated like this?
Don't compare grassroots with nobles everywhere, the starting point is different, we must understand this correctly.Of course, the class differentiation and oppression involved in this is another sociological issue, which is beyond the scope of my concern.
Squalo and I were classmates, but we've known each other for a while.In fact, when I was still wandering back and forth between various departments of the Pengo Li family, he looked at me like a fool every day.
We are the same age, but he joined Vengley much earlier than me.I once suspected that he grew out of the back garden of the Vengley family. Maybe someone dropped a seed when passing by, and this shark grew in the end?Otherwise, with his loud voice, how did he manage to reserve the position of Balian leader at such a young age?With his loud voice?
Although I also admit that his loud voice is very distinctive, unmatched in all of Italy...
I was digging my dog's grave when I first met Squalo.
The author has something to say: In fact, this chapter has clearly written the reason why Squalo loves her.
Don't worry about ooc... Read it again silently, this is a ticket to let yourself go~
I am happy, I feel that I can finish writing this article soon~
Most annoying are those mental tortures.Force you to raise a rabbit, kill it after a while and ask you to eat meat—please, what’s so delicious about this little ball, do you have a little or two of it when it’s braised in soy sauce?No cumin, no pickled peppers, no tangerine peel and crispy peanuts, the rabbit has a delicious yarn.Upgrade from rabbits to dogs, yes, those big dogs that everyone says they like humans the most, are gentle, smart and cute relatives, those big guys who wag their tails and bark at you, and come to lick your face when you are tired and crying.You will want to fuck off, I will kill you sooner or later, why are you so close, go fast, but they still hang around you very persistently.You end up staring into their wet black eyes, crying as you drive a knife into their neck, spit up for an hour, and get hauled into the interrogation room for hours of reprimand.
After animals come humans.To collect protection fees, the reason given above is that we are covering this land, without us we will be killed by other families, so in order to maintain the life of our family, everyone has to pay if they have money or not. .So you are like a chicken blood, with the passion and dream of me being everyone, everyone, the world, the world, everyone, and everyone, you follow the big brother to find those ordinary people, only to find those ordinary people with terrified eyes and trembling Know nothing at all.They're just succumbing to the violence and authority you represent, unwillingly and resignedly taking their hard-earned money from the cash drawer for you to hand over to cigar-smoking bigwigs on leather seats.You stand in the bright and beautiful garden, look back and see the elegant and beautiful family building, and think in your heart that if we are an organization that exists to protect ordinary people, why do we live more extravagantly than them, just because we are more generous?What's the difference between that and a bandit?
Only at this time will you suddenly understand and admit a fact that you have already guessed but still delusional.You've been through so much and you're still deluding yourself, wanting to believe you're the chosen one a virgin mary to save the wretched world or something, whatever, because you gave more and took more so Only then will they enjoy a little bit more than ordinary people.But no, you're a scum mafia who sucks other people's blood and destroys their dreams to keep living like a moth.
Where does so much righteousness come from, fart righteousness, if everyone in this world can only take care of themselves, there will be so many things.
Next...
If there is really someone who is willing to patiently listen to my ramblings, would you guess that when I got here, I, Lin Zhongyue, suddenly realized the truth of the world and understood the cruelty of life. You have to sigh to others "You are still too young" and then kill people without blinking an eye, and you have to calmly blow the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, pretending to be "a real woman never looks back at the explosion", and hurt others without hesitation. Also let others hurt your old fritters without hesitation?
no way.
I want to declare forcefully: Absolutely—no.
I am a person with memories of two lifetimes.At first I naively thought that because I am so special and that is why I am here, I must have some special purpose in life.Now I know not.
Precisely because I came here, the memories of my previous life are meaningful.It might really be like that for someone else. There are too many examples of that around me, but I can't.I can't do that.
I have a whole world against this fucking life.
I know what a normal life is like, I know what it's like to love and be loved by others, I know what true trust is, I know what it's like to walk in the sun without worrying about being sniped , I know that empathy is a valuable quality and not the cowardice that the mafia derides.
I know that the best life is that everyone can make decisions for themselves and only for themselves, instead of looking for a BOSS saying that I will surrender to you from now on, please ascend the throne for righteousness, and from then on you will be for the "interest of the majority" Have the power to kill others.
Oh yeah, I'm talking about Spelby Squalo and his damn boss.Until here, the proud shark finally appeared.
To the group of people represented by him, I have only one thing to say:
—I can fuck you.
The existence of people like Squalo always gave me a weird sense of time travel, and I felt that I was actually in Japan in the Edo period, not Italy in the 90s.How could they have been born and raised in a country that launched the Renaissance hundreds of years ago and called for humanism and humanity, and finally embarked on a road of monarchs and ministers with full of enthusiasm, shouting long live—they didn’t do that, and the reality is the same the way of——?
I thought about this question for a long time, and finally I came to a conclusion: this is the consequence of only going to mafia candidate schools and not going to regular universities.It is easy to carry out the second-school thoughts of adolescence to the end without looking back.People like Dino Gabrielone don’t have this problem. He grew up healthy, lively and sunny, caring about others, being gentle and kind. After many years, he washed the Gabrielone family white and tender, and never made a living by hurting others.
When I explained this point to Squalo, he was obviously quite unconvinced, waving the sword on his left prosthetic arm, and yelling that Dino "vaulted horse" only went to mafia candidate school, and did not go to formal college , Why is he an exception.
I sneered and said that he is the young master of Gabrielone, the only heir. Since childhood, he was educated by tutors for aristocrats, and he needs a regular university. Don't you know that ancient aristocrats were educated like this?
Don't compare grassroots with nobles everywhere, the starting point is different, we must understand this correctly.Of course, the class differentiation and oppression involved in this is another sociological issue, which is beyond the scope of my concern.
Squalo and I were classmates, but we've known each other for a while.In fact, when I was still wandering back and forth between various departments of the Pengo Li family, he looked at me like a fool every day.
We are the same age, but he joined Vengley much earlier than me.I once suspected that he grew out of the back garden of the Vengley family. Maybe someone dropped a seed when passing by, and this shark grew in the end?Otherwise, with his loud voice, how did he manage to reserve the position of Balian leader at such a young age?With his loud voice?
Although I also admit that his loud voice is very distinctive, unmatched in all of Italy...
I was digging my dog's grave when I first met Squalo.
The author has something to say: In fact, this chapter has clearly written the reason why Squalo loves her.
Don't worry about ooc... Read it again silently, this is a ticket to let yourself go~
I am happy, I feel that I can finish writing this article soon~
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