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Chapter 81 The Puppet Game

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    "Mom, I want to buy this thing."

    "Oh, why do children need so many toys? Don't you have a lot at home? You still want to buy them."

    "But mom, I don't have this toy."

    "No, you can't buy it, you have to listen to your mother. This toy doesn't look good, and it won't last long."

    The little boy looked at that beautiful toy many times, when his mother took him by the hand and walked out.

    He still kept looking back until his mother slapped him.

    That beautiful toy is also starting to look ugly.

    "Mom, I finished my homework, can I go out to play?"

    "You finished your homework, did you do it right? You have to review tomorrow, have you reviewed it? Do you want to go out to play now?"

    "Your grades are worse than others, don't you know? You still think about playing all day, do you want to be worse?"

    "Listen to my mother, after the homework is done, go review it first, check the homework, and then preview it."

    The little boy had a frustrated face. At first he resisted and argued, but in the end they all ended in failure, and then he became silent

    "Listen to my mother, this middle school is better than the one you want to choose. This is a provincial middle school!"

    "You must do better than Aunt Li's son, otherwise they will laugh at me again."

    "Okay, Mom, I know."

    But mom, can't you have your own pride?

    Why do you want to bet all your pride on me?

    "Mom, I'm so tired. I feel that I'm working hard now, and there's no hope in my life. My former friends don't play with me now."

    The little boy's grades are getting better and better, but he is getting more and more lonely.

    His mother doesn't allow him any time-wasting interactions.

    At first those classmates would come to him to play, but after his mother told those classmates that he wanted to study, those people gradually stopped coming to him.

    "My son is going to go to college, he's different from you guys."

    "In the future, if you want to play, you can play by yourself, don't hold him back."

    He often sat by the window after finishing his homework alone, looking outside.

    He looked at the people coming and going around him, but he didn't want to say a word to anyone.

    "What's so hard about the children's family, I send you to study, isn't it just for you to do your homework?"

    "How old are you when there is no hope in life?"

    Yes, he is only so old, but he feels that life is hopeless, there is nothing worth commemorating, nostalgic, and particularly boring.

    "Talk about hard work with me. You see, your father wakes up at five o'clock in the morning, eats and goes to work, and doesn't come back until after eight o'clock in the evening.

    Sometimes I can't come back at 12 o'clock, and I have to keep watch for others!  "

    Yes, his father worked so hard, he worked a little hard, so what?

    What's the point if he's not happy?

    The hopes of the whole family are on him, and he has no right not to work hard, and he has no right not to be unhappy.

    "Children listen to their mothers. Studying itself is very hard. If they don't play with you, you shouldn't play with them."

    But he really wants a friend.

    He doesn't want to eat alone, he doesn't want to go to the bathroom alone, he doesn't want to walk alone

    Every time it is the turn of the class to organize activities and groups, he is the one who is singled out.

    He doesn't want to do everything alone

    "It doesn't matter whether you want it or not? The important thing is that mother hopes that you can be admitted to a good university and find a good job in the future."

    "Okay, Mom."

    "Oh, by the way, I heard that there is a girl in your class who likes you. Don't worry about this matter, mom has already told the teacher."

    However, the girl ran up to him and accused him, why did she tell his parents about this?  Tell the teacher?

    Well now, the whole class knows that she likes him.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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