death of hope

Chapter 146 "Corporate Warrior" (62) Troubles of Young Lynch
At the end of the page, she raised her head and thought: (It turns out that he has been lying to us all along...

The wound on his face was not caused by the war, but from when he was in junior high school...

In the end...what kind of accident...caused such a terrible scar? )
Sigurdriefa's curiosity is getting stronger and stronger, and she can't wait to turn the page and continue reading:

"

Before I came, this school was always the bottom team!
Because of me, there are two rugby middle school league championship trophies!
This attracted a lot of attention to the school, and even received subsidies from league investors and the local Federal Sports Bureau!That is real gold and silver!
That's how those bastards treat heroes!
Just because of a damn gash in the face, a gash you can't see with a football helmet on!
This incompetent bastard coach...

Just kick me, the hero of the two championships, out of the main lineup!It actually means that you will never be able to play!

Those grown-ups blatantly said that they were protecting me, afraid that I would tear my wounds during the game.

The students said in private that it was difficult to hear,
It's bullshit to say that the principal is afraid that my zombie-like ugly face will damage the school's image! FXXK!

In those few days, I was so angry that I couldn't sleep, and my homework was delayed.
Thanks to my buddy Danny for snooping on the gossip,
It turned out that it was all those bastards in the class who were playing tricks,

Those rich and bureaucratic sons who live in Uptown,

They see me, a poor child from a widow's family, doing better and better with a scholarship...

Like a fish in water in the rugby field, the longer you grow, the taller you are, the longer you are, the more handsome you are...

Even favored by Miss Betty, the daughter of the bank tycoon's family, the school belle,
My brother's jealousy became more and more serious, and he wanted to drag me off the saddle and throw me into the mud.

Finally, they had the opportunity to take advantage of my illness and kill me!

Using their father's power and ability to put pressure on the principal, that's why I was hidden by the team...

It turns out that I wronged that stupid coach, and he can't help it. If he doesn't hide me, he will lose his job.

At that time, but... what a shame...

I'd love to rip these brats' brains out with a football helmet!
But I... can't do this...

It's not that I'm afraid of being shot, electric chair or imprisoned,

The problem is... I can't afford to die!

I'm gone, what about my mother and sister!They will starve!Will be bullied!

In the end, nothing can be done but sulking!
What my buddy said woke me up. I need to look at problems from the perspective of others.

He said, Lynch, think about it, empathize, imagine,

You are a rich kid born with a golden spoon in your mouth,

Bypassing the junior high school entrance examination, relying on the sponsorship fee paid by the father to enter a prestigious school.

Just when you feel like you're about to reach the pinnacle of your life, suddenly,

You find out that there is a sports student in your class who is recommended to come in. He is physically strong, studies very well, and holds a high scholarship.

This nasty poor boy is taller than you,

handsomer than you, smarter than you...

Your crush is always watching him secretly, stuffing love letters into his locker...

And you have enough network resources at hand to bring him down at any time, what would you do?

After listening to the words of my buddies, I suddenly realized,

Good guy!It's all my fault!
I shouldn't have crossed my class,

To enter the circle that can't tolerate me at all,
You shouldn't apply for an aristocratic college after the junior high school exam,
Should not apply for financial aid...

I should go to the garbage community middle school with other poor ghost children,

Skip class with them... steal, fight,
Then enter the juvenile prison early, find a factory or a mine to work illegally after release...repeat the family's poor days...

Hahaha!Brothers are right!Blame me!Blame me!

We all drank a lot that night,
I vomited until the hallway in the dormitory was covered with filth, but the auntie in charge was furious!Killing me!
Yeah, the Federation of Terra is ruled by a bunch of corrupt guys,

But all the injustices, all the sorrows and troubles are nothing!
As long as I have such a group of cronies and friends, a group of iron buddies and brothers by my side, I will have spiritual support! "

The more this paragraph is written, the more sloppy and slanted the text is, and there are some wine stains. It is estimated that the young Lynch wrote it while drinking. (Alcoholism started at a young age, no wonder this guy is always taking liver protection drugs.)
After turning over a few pages of excited text, a few old movie stills were pasted on the back, and the clip art and articles after that have nothing to do with football.

(Looks like teenage Lynch has given up on his dream.)
Sigurdriefa sighed while turning the page, (Unfortunately, with his physical talent, he could have become a superstar.)
After many pages of messy cut and paste, on page 215, Lynch's handwriting appeared again,
This time it was written with light blue pen ink, and the handwriting has become more neat, it seems that the mood has calmed down:

"Tonight, I drank too much again.

I spent a year,
Just put all the unhappiness behind you,

At school, everyone was afraid to look me in the face,
The boys laughed, the girls were scared, only my brothers were there for me.

At the junior high prom, none of the girls wanted to ask me to dance,

In order to save face for me, little Ram wore his older sister's dress and put on female makeup and danced a ballroom dance with me.

Damn it!Maybe it was because I drank too much at the time, that kid... looked a bit pretty, it seems that I have been alone for too long... I am hungry...

It was so funny at the time, the brothers said that we were a match made in heaven, and Dawei almost burst out laughing. "

After reading this, Sigurdriefa also laughed,
Remembering that I also doubted Lynch's X orientation, I laughed even louder:

(Haha, stinky men are really fun, much more interesting than those women who make up and gossip all day long, hey...if only I were a boy...)
Turned another page:
"When I got home, my mother asked me about the dance,
I lied and said, it’s fine, beautiful girls are vying to be my dance partner,
The mother obviously knew the truth, and went back to the room to secretly wipe away tears,

My sister loves me too.

Hold my ugly face, and kiss hard... kiss...

No matter what the hell I am, my family will always be by my side,

I just thought,

Even if I lose the chance to play rugby and spend my whole life as a mediocre poor man, I don't regret doing that!

For my sister, I am willing to go up the knife mountain or down the oil pan! "

(Wait, the wound on his face...is it for protecting his family? What's going on?)

Sigdrifa's eyes widened, and her face was almost glued to the paper.

Page 217:
"Hey... It's been a long time since I wrote anything in this broken notebook.

I can only use this cheap method to vent my emotions...

If others see it later, they will definitely laugh at me...

This morning, the report card came in. I did well in the exam. I got A+ in liberal arts, science, art and sports, which is enough for a top private high school in the market, but I can't afford the tuition at all because the sports scholarship is gone.

Well, I've had enough of being discriminated against in elite schools,
I decided to go to a local community high school,
After all, bad schools are the places poor people like me should go,
I'm sleepy... I won't write anymore... I have to go to a convenience store to work tomorrow morning...

Maybe in the future...

Won't write any more! "

The text ends with a giant exclamation point,
It can be seen that the young Lynch was depressed at that time. Facing the class-solidified Terra Federation society, he found that all his efforts were in vain.
He was not depressed, but reluctantly accepted his fate and planned to live an ordinary life, which was even more heartbreaking...

(poor guy……)
After reading this passage, Sigurdriefa wiped her tears with her sleeve, and her affection for Lynch deepened again.

Suddenly, she remembered something, and vigorously turned the page forward, page 159,
That is, the pages of the book that Lynch pasted when he was disfigured in the 7th grade.
A newsletter clipped from a newspaper was posted on it,

The pictures in the text messages are in color——

Teenager brunette puts an arm around cute little blond girl, both smiling and looking intimate,
There was a terrible wound on the boy's face, stretching from the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth. The stitching method looked very cheap, as if it was directly nailed with staples, and it looked like it would definitely leave a scar.

The title of the text message is quite concise: "Heroes Save the Beauty".

(End of this chapter)