bestfiction Chapter 267 Depressed Boy
Chapter 267 Depressed Boy
The video was connected quickly, and a handsome boy with thick hair and headphones on his head appeared on the other side of the screen.
However, the boy's eyes at this time were not as clear as those of his peers. They were mixed with pain and helplessness. It looked like he had suffered some injustice, but he still held back his tears.
The appearance of the young, handsome and depressed boy made netizens in the live broadcast room feel distressed and they started to post comments.
What's wrong with my little brother? If you have any worries, just talk to me. (Puppy head pat.jpg)
[You can also talk to your older brother (kitten pats head.jpg)]
【Little brother, are you heartbroken? 】
……
"Master Ling!" When the older boy saw Mei Ling'er's face appear on the phone screen, a tear rolled down his eye. He quickly wiped it away with his hand and said with a nasal voice:
"My mother! She really is! She..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Chenkai couldn't go on. He clenched his fists tightly, trying his best to restrain his body from reacting excessively.
Seeing him trying so hard to endure, some netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't help but feel distressed.
[There's only one good mother in the world. I don't know what happened between you two, but there must be a misunderstanding.]
[Alas! Another child being tortured by his parents.]
[Don't get angry yet, don't get angry yet. It's not worth it to get yourself hurt. Tell Master Ling what's going on.]
……
Netizens in the live broadcast room started posting comments one after another.
"Don't do that. It won't solve the problem." Mei Ling'er took a sip of boiled water and continued:
"Come on, tell us what's going on."
"Master Ling!" Zhang Chenkai suddenly raised his head and said angrily:
"My mom cancelled my gaming account!"
"Huh? Why... why did she cancel your game account?" Mei Ling'er didn't usually play games, but she would be very angry if her mother threw away her snacks. "How did she know your game account password?"
"It's all because of her control! She thinks I'm not following her instructions!" Zhang Chenkai vented loudly, his voice a little hoarse, and roared:
"I don't know what got her into it yesterday, but she secretly deleted my game account!
After I found out that he had deleted it, he even lectured me!
He said I only played games all day and didn't even read books! He also said that I was already a senior in high school and should focus on my studies!
He said everyone else had already started sprinting, but I was still playing games!
[This mother has no idea that she is wrong! ]
[Hahahaha, adults are like this! They always think they are right!]
[Not really... My mom is very open-minded. She allows me to relax according to my preferences after completing my study tasks. She says people need a balance between work and rest.]
Netizens in the live broadcast room picked up their keyboards and started posting comments.
"What stimulated him? He wouldn't do this for no reason, right?" Mei Ling'er continued to ask.
"How would I know what's irritating her every day? She's just like that. If she doesn't like something, she'll solve it her own way."
After hearing what Mei Ling'er said, Zhang Chenkai felt even more wronged and simply vented his anger.
“Am I not doing well enough?
My exam results have always ranked me among the top three in the school.
As soon as the alarm rings at 6 o'clock every day, I get up and read or do homework. I am the first one to arrive in the classroom every morning.
Our teacher praised me many times in front of my mother, saying that I was just another kid and that the teachers didn't need to worry about me at all. "Zhang Chenkai's face turned grim when he said this.
“But my mom told the teacher…that she didn’t think I was doing enough.
She also said that no one can predict what will happen in the future. Many people fail to perform well in the college entrance examination, miss the final shot, and end up with nothing.
Why can't she praise me?"
When Zhang Chenkai said this, tears welled up in his eyes. The bitterness of the grievance that was difficult to express made him tremble all over.
After hearing what Zhang Chenkai said, netizens couldn't help but feel sorry for the big boy crying in front of them.
"I wish I had such a wonderful son... Be good! Stop crying!"
This mother is truly heartless! If someone's child were this self-disciplined and outstanding, their ancestors would be truly blessed!
[Exactly! Thinking about my naughty kid who always comes in last in the class, my blood pressure is rising again! This kid's mother is so ungrateful!]
……
Netizens in the live broadcast room all comforted Zhang Chenkai.
But at this moment, he couldn't hear a word. He raised his head, looked at Mei Ling'er with tears in his eyes, and said embarrassedly:
"Master Ling, I want to get my game account back, can you help me?"
Mei Ling'er took another sip of boiled water and silently observed the boy's face. She didn't answer him, but continued to ask:
"Isn't this the first time your mother has done something like this? Didn't your other parent, your father, step in to stop it?"
"My dad...my dad can't even protect himself!"
After hearing Mei Ling'er's words, Zhang Chenkai was stunned for a while, then said helplessly.
"Is that so? Then tell us more about your mother so we can know more about her." Mei Ling'er said slowly, calmly, as if she had never heard of the boy's experience.
After hearing Mei Ling'er's words, Zhang Chenkai thought quietly for a while, and finally expressed his doubts:
"I just want to get my gaming account back. My mom has always been like this, and I don't expect her to change."
Ugh!
After hearing this, Mei Ling'er smiled bitterly.
This child seems to be wrapped up in his current life.
"You're not lying."
Mei Ling'er asked Bingbing to bring her a green coconut. After taking a big sip, she said:
"Your mother sent you to the most famous local training institution when you were in the second grade.
You quickly caught up with the pace and made great progress in literacy and memorization.
But your mother is not satisfied... She requires you to recite with emotion and rhythm.
As for the rhythm alone, it's all a matter of personal subjective will...
If you recited too fast or too slow, or paused for breath at the wrong place, your mother would interrupt you and start over. Not to mention if your emotions were even slightly off, your mother would take out the ruler and spank you hard.
Mei Ling'er's words were still lingering in his ears. The pain of being hit by the ruler made him shudder with nervousness when he thought about it now.