The Princess to Eight Uncles Chapter 596

Chapter 596 Rebellious Teenager

If one were to want to keep a secret, they would hold it in for as long as they wanted. But once they started talking, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

The rebel ghost continued to speak. “I got the phone, and kept playing with it. I’d be gaming in and out of class, before I went to bed, even when I was eating or showering…”

Lilly said, ” ?

The weakling spirit asked for her, “How could you play while you shower? Wouldn’t water get into your phone?”

The rebel ghost said, “I’d just wash my lower body.”

The ghosts were speechless.

Lilly and Blake were speechless.

The image that appeared in their heads was truly something else.

“And then?”

The rebel ghost’s eyes flashed viciously. “One day I was about to surpass the game’s highest score! But at the very last moment, my dad grabbed the phone from me!”

His eyes were bloodshot, as he screamed, “What are you doing!”

His father responded with a slap to his cheek.

His face had swelled up from the pressure, and he had even lost a tooth. It was clear how hard of a slap that had been.

“I’d been a little scared at first, because Dad really looked like he wanted me dead… but Mom pulled him away, looking at my missing tooth. Both of them even get into a fight.”

His father had said that he would rather beat Hank to death. His mother insisted on talking it out calmly… how could he hit a kid like that?

“That’s right! I was their child, not their little puppet! Who did they think they were, beating me up and yelling at me whenever they wanted? It’s all Dad’s fault!”

“If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t have been roaming the streets late at night and coming across an internet cafe. I wouldn’t have been addicted to them, either!”

The rebel ghost spoke, his expression indignant.

Blake smirked coldly at the words. “Don’t be sounding all high-and-mighty there. You wouldn’t be nearly as cocky if your dad had really beaten you to death.”

It was exactly that… Hank knew that his parents would never dare to go further than a broken tooth. What could they do?

The rebel ghost scoffed, not saying anything.

The weakling spirit crossed his arms. “That’s right. We beat him up for days and he hardly said anything, but still obeyed when we fed him to King Libra, didn’t he? It’s just up to whether the other person will beat him to death or not.”

The blunt words made the rebel ghost’s face flush… oh, wait, he was dead. The rebel ghost’s face flashed an ugly shade.

The weakling spirit harrumphed. “Continue.”

The rebel ghost glared at him. This ghost just seemed to be on his case, for some reason.

He continued. “So time passed just like that. I spent all seventh grade in an internet cafe.”

Schooling competition was pretty fierce for a small town like Novak City. All of Hank’s classmates had gotten into pretty good high schools. Even the kids with poorer results got into pretty decent schools with the help of their wealthy parents.

Some families even went as far as to buying a house within the top schooling areas, and thus got into them easily.

Hank’s results were far, far too bad. He couldn’t even do addition and subtraction within the number ten, and they did not live in a schooling area. He could only get into a few more rowdy schools.

The school he ended up in was quite the mess. Fights broke out all the time, and playing truant to go on dates or to the internet cafes was more than normal.

“I got a total score of 30 for my first ever midterm…”

The weakling spirit, having been to high school as well, found this hard to believe. “How many?”

“30!” The weakling spirit roared in return. “You must be wondering how that was possible, right? My dad asked the same thing too, how could I do so terribly! Even though my teachers didn’t care about me, what was I supposed to do? They refused to teach me themselves! I just wrote whatever I wanted, and didn’t write anything if I couldn’t make it up!”

The weakling spirit did not know what to say. “You’ve got seven subjects. Even writing whatever you wanted would get you a higher total score than 40.”

There were seven subjects, and thus a total score of 700. Even making up answers and guessing everything on the multiple choice questions would at least yield a score of 10 marks per subject.

But Hank had only gotten 30 altogether!

The rebel ghost’s expression was ashen, and he did not say anything.

His dad had said the same thing. That was why he almost beat Hank to death.

“I was a little too old to be getting beat up, wasn’t I? I was my own person, what right did he have to meddle in my business!”

“He beat me all my life, every time the slightest thing happened. Who did he think he was! Who the hell was he to rule my life! I’ll do whatever I want! I admit my results weren’t the best, but who was he to beat me to hell and back for it?”

“He’s got himself to blame, if you think about it! He could’ve just sent me to a better school if he was rich enough like other parents, but could he?”

“Other parents could afford a house in the top schooling areas. But could my Dad do that?”

“If I had gotten into a better school with better teachers, do you think I would’ve gotten a total score of 30?”

“He took out his own incompetence on me! He’s a coward, he’s garbage!”

“Was it my fault that I didn’t do well in school under those surroundings? My dad didn’t do better himself, but turned around to blame me!”

“Just take a look at the school I went to! Everyone was going to the internet cafes, was I just supposed to not do so? You’d have been bullied! Were you just supposed to stand and watch if your friend ran into trouble? My reputation would have been ruined!”

Everyone was shocked. Was this what a rebellious child was like?

Lilly was in a daze. “What trouble did your friend get into?”

The rebel ghost said, “He was short of a warrior. I had to be brave and fight with him.”

Everyone else was speechless.

This kid was truly something else…

“So how’d you actually die?”

Everyone had thought at first that he had been beaten to death by his dad. But when he said that he died getting hit by a car, they thought he got into an accident after running away from home… and now it seemed like neither were the case.

The rebel ghost said, “I met my best friend during my darkest times! He was 10 years older than me, but understood me so well.”

“I spent all night at an internet cafe and had no money for breakfast, and it was him who bought me food.”

“I told him I was fighting with my parents and didn’t want to go home, and he found a place for me to stay.”

The harem spirit did not know what to say. “No one’s going to be that nice to you out of nowhere for no reason. Weren’t you wary of getting plotted against?”

The rebel ghost seemed to think of something, and let out a chuckle. “My mom said the same thing to me.”

“She told me to come home, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to go with my friend. My mother said that he was only being so nice to me to scam me.”

But of course, he didn’t believe it.

He felt like he had nothing to lose. What was there to be scammed off him?

His friend didn’t even care that he was poor, helping him whenever he needed it. He gave Hank food to eat, and a place to stay.

“I told my mother she had a cruel heart, and didn’t want good things for me,” the rebel ghost said. “I said that my friend was once like me too, abandoned by his family and his school. That’s why he’s so nice to me now.”

“My friend and I were the best of pals. We bled the same blood, we were brothers! We hated nothing more than evil, we were all each other had.”

The harem spirit pushed her jaw up. “How innocent! That’s like if a man was suddenly nice to a girl out of nowhere. Would you believe that he didn’t want to get her naked?”

Blake snatched up a cup from the table. He stuck an amulet on it, and hurled it at the harem spirit’s head.

The harem spirit cried out with a howl…