The unconscious Zeng Mishan had a dream that contained everything.
He first dreamed of his son.
"Dad, come play King of Glory with me later. My classmates are all playing it."
"All you do is play games every day. What future do you have? Your uncle Zhang's daughter is second in the grade in the final exam at the end of the month. You're getting more and more unreasonable as you get older..."
Bang!
Zeng Qi slapped an exquisite certificate on the table.
Huh? Zeng Mishan's titanium eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw the words written on the certificate:
Eighth grade student Zeng Qi:
Your performance in this year's spring final exam was exceptionally outstanding.
Won: First place.
This award is specially given as encouragement!
"It's just playing games! Son, get ready to go online. I'm Cai Wenji and a jungle rogue. Come on, let's study it together." Zeng Mishan likes his son's style of doing things.
He always makes requests first, and as soon as I object, he slaps me in the face with his grades.
You are truly my good son! In his dream, Zeng Mishan pinched his son’s chubby cheeks hard, his face full of satisfaction.
From childhood to adulthood, in order to get his son to quit playing games, he set many hard-core indicators for his son.
The son was not convinced. Why could his father set goals for his son and he also have to set goals for his father?
The son’s request was simple: as long as Zeng Mishan achieved the goal he set, he would play games with him unconditionally.
I thought my son was just talking, but he ended up completing the goal ahead of schedule and successfully dragged the university professor into the water.
"Dad, my classmates said that the King of Glory pesticides are poisonous, and now they have all started eating PUBG."
"Play by yourself, your dad is busy!" Zeng Mishan, who was updating his experimental notes in the study, refused.
After a while...
"What's wrong with you, little bastard? You always ranked first in the Mathematical Olympiad, but why did you only get second this time?"
"The first place winner and I have made an agreement. If I give him my place, he will ask his dad to take me to eat chicken."
“…” Zeng Mishan was stunned and nodded.
He felt betrayed and wanted to wrestle his son to the ground and beat him up. He wanted to rationally tell his son that grades were more important than games.
In the end, I felt a little guilty because I was the one who broke the contract first.
What's more, his son's academic performance was not affected by playing games, so he seemed to have no reason to beat his son.
Ugh! I'm a bit of a failure as a father. Back then, he had so many reasons to beat me.
惨叫的我试图唤醒父爱，结果哭声越大揍得越狠。
I suspect that I have suffered grievances that I shouldn't have endured at that age.
Son, your grandfather is too cruel. I'm afraid I was not picked up by him. Zeng Mishan thought secretly.
Then he thought back to his childhood when his father joined the army very early and he rarely had his father to play with him.
We were extremely poor at that time. In order to fill our stomachs, we would catch fish, shrimps and dig bird nests whenever we had time. It was really not easy to get a bite to eat.
When his son was born, Zeng Mishan secretly vowed that he would never let his tragedy happen to his son again. He wanted to give his son a childhood full of fatherly love.
This is the truth about why he agreed to play games with his son!
However, times have changed, things have changed, and his childhood is very different from his son's. Nowadays, the price of robbing bird nests is more expensive than prostitutes.
It seems that the only thing that can keep his son company for a long time is games, and he feels helpless.
"Play, play, play. All you do every day is play. If you weren't my biological child, I'd really want to beat you to death." Rubbing his brows, Zeng silently took out his phone, opened the app center, and clicked download...
It didn't matter that I took it out, but from then on, playing games with my son became an obsession.
Young people nowadays have their own language for communication. Zeng Mishan could only sigh that the trend of the times was too fast and he could hardly keep up with the speed.
After living half his life, he can only sigh that reality is too cruel.
You don't have time to play games with your son, so someone will take care of him for you.
If you don't have time to go shopping with your wife, someone will work hard for you.
It is difficult to be a human being, it is difficult to be a man, and it is even more difficult to be a man who earns money and takes care of the family.
…
"Hey, wake up. Is it okay to sleep during work?"
Zeng Mishan felt a burst of pain on his face, as if he had been slapped several times, and heat waves were running through his cheeks, burning them.
Ahem…
His throat felt uncomfortable and he felt suffocated at any moment. Zeng Mishan covered his neck and didn't want to wake up. In his dream, he still had his son by his side.
puff!
His face felt cold, like water droplets rolling down, and Zeng Mishan was forced to turn on the phone.
Opening his eyes with difficulty, Zeng Mishan vaguely saw a handsome man with delicate features and short brown-gold hair.
It was him! Fourth on the Yellow List, Aquaman Arthur Curry. Zeng Mishan stared at him, bewildered.
"Mr. Zeng, there is something I want to talk to you about." Neptune squatted and looked at him as if he was looking at a delicacy.
Sitting up suddenly, Zeng Mishan looked around nervously and shouted, "This crazy woman wants to kill me! Quick, get me out of here!"
He was really scared. Having never had any contact with murderers, he felt that he was out of place with them.
I have lived half my life always following rules and regulations.
Death row inmates are different. Not only do they have no rules, but they also attack without any warning and are completely unreasonable.
He wants to kill you if we disagree. That's not polite at all!
I am from completely different world from them!
Before lunch today, he was only suffering from a partial fear, and the worst that happened was a sore butt for a few days.
After what happened just now, the death god struck me like a thorn in my flesh. I felt numb and panicked, and I truly felt that I did not belong here.
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