Chapter 71 Lu Cheng's Story
Lu Cheng looked at Qi Guang.
Only then did he realize that his live broadcast screen showed "The host is temporarily away."
"I used to be a fencer, and during a match my opponent injured two tendons and the median nerve in my right hand."
He raised his right hand and showed the scar to Qi Guang.
Qi Guang saw the thick calluses on his palms.
"The doctor said that tendon rupture can be recovered through functional exercises after surgery, but nerve damage will take a long time to recover. Even if it can be recovered, there will be more or less sequelae."
"So that's why you're in a bad mood and vent your emotions online?"
This seems to explain it.
"No, it happened when I was sixteen."
A hint of surprise flashed in Qi Guang's eyes. Sixteen years old...
Lu Cheng spoke in a calm tone, as if he was telling someone else's story:
"My parents were very strict with me. Starting from kindergarten, I had to get up at 6:30 every morning to read. My mother would accompany me personally. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I would read Chinese stories, and on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, I would read English picture books. This went on for 365 days without a break."
"Do you know what I longed for the most at that time? To be sick. Only when I was sick could I sleep in."
"When I get older, there will be more courses waiting for me. It seems that everything in my life has its specific time. I have to do it at a specific time, to the minute."
"I can tell they've been obsessed with each other for a long time. Even though they've been living apart for more than a decade, they're still determined to stick with this marriage because they have a common saying: I'm the starting point for everything they do."
"You know, what suffocates me isn't my parents' suppression, but the overwhelming love they give me while I feel suffocated."
“Whenever I try to be myself, I feel a strong sense of guilt.”
"It feels like being in a world of ice and snow, wrapped in a soaked cotton-padded jacket that you can neither put on nor take off."
Qi Guang turned around and stared at Lu Cheng.
Lu Cheng was still in the same posture, his body appearing very relaxed, but his furrowed brows betrayed his true feelings about the matter.
"If I were you, I'd probably go crazy."
Lu Cheng lowered his eyes and smiled:
"My family wouldn't allow me to be emotionally unstable. Once, I imitated someone on the street and said a bad word. My father hit me with a ruler until my mouth was full of blood."
"I tried everything to achieve the results they wanted, so I could have a chance to breathe. But they did one thing right, which was to get me into fencing, and I fell in love with it."
"Fencing became a speed bump between you?"
Lu Cheng's smile became even sadder:
"When I suggested becoming a professional fencer, they panicked and tried to stop me. Their son could try fencing, but he couldn't fall in love with it because it wasn't their plan."
“But then they relented.”
"How did you do that?"
“Depression!”
"Depression helped me, unexpectedly?"
"Fortunately, it was moderate and I could receive treatment. Later, they relaxed my control a little, and I was able to continue participating in fencing competitions. My life was pretty good."
Qi Guang looked at his pretending to be relaxed expression, but his heart slowly sank.
The opportunity that Lu Cheng worked hard for was ruined by an accident during a game. It is hard to imagine how difficult it was for him at that time.
“In fact, people don’t necessarily have to be obsessed with one dream.”
"Yeah, but I was just persistent. So, I switched to practicing with my left hand."
Qi Guang was stunned for a moment, but his sinking heart felt warm.
"Brother, you're so cool, aren't you?"
Lu Cheng looked at Qi Guang's bright eyes and finally laughed wantonly, then said:
"Really? I think so too."
"At that time, I practiced day and night and finally reached competition level. I was also about to reach the best age for a fencer: 20 years old."
"My parents seemed to be moved by my persistence during that period. They stopped suppressing me and stopped saying things that put pressure on me. They even started living together again."
"I thought that if I waited for the clouds to part, I would see the bright moon, until I..."
"Until one day I woke up and found that my face was paralyzed. I thought it was because I was too tired during that period and my immunity was reduced. After examination, I found out that it was myasthenia gravis."
"Boom——" Qi Guang couldn't believe what he heard. His mind lost its calmness at this moment, and only Lu Cheng's voice could be heard in his ears:
"Myasthenia gravis. Oh, God can really give me anything."
"I know this. If you cooperate with the doctor's treatment, it won't affect your lifespan."
Lu Cheng nodded, his eyes full of loneliness:
"Yeah, it won't affect my lifespan, but I can't participate in fencing competitions anymore."
Qi Guang didn't know how to comfort Lu Cheng, so he could only reach out and pat him on the shoulder.
"What if? There are always unexpected things. This disease is very complicated. It's possible that it can heal on its own."
"You see, I've always wished I'd get sick since I was little, and God actually fulfilled my wish."
This joke is really not funny at all.
Yes, for a person who has been brought up in a strict family and cannot even utter a swear word, who can withstand the hellish jokes played by God one after another?
That's Lu Cheng. He wants to be an internet troll, but he's so bad at it.
"Later, I accepted this fact, kept my medicine with me, and started to pass the time by live-streaming outdoors."
"The other day I accidentally saw an NT report from my mother. My father was very happy. He told me that I was going to be a brother..."
"Although I'm an adult and shouldn't say this, I felt abandoned at that moment."
"So when I saw so many people livestreaming and acting like they were loving life in front of the camera, I went crazy."
"I'm wondering, do you really love your lives? Have you truly never felt the slightest bit of disappointment in the world? Then why are there so many internet trolls? Is it true that being a troll can help you love the world better?"
"But when I put my hands on the keyboard, I realized that I had been trained in the circle to be an idiot who couldn't even curse. I couldn't even lash out at people. I could only hysterically ask this person to quit the circle and that person to quit broadcasting, like a jumping clown."
When Lu Cheng said this, his tone was still so flat, but Qi Guang keenly caught the red in the corner of his eyes.
The red tears are about to flow, and the bitterness rushes straight into the nose from the bottom of the heart.
Qi Guang looked at Lu Cheng, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said word by word:
"You are not ugly, and you are handsome."
"You haven't been abandoned. At least, a stranger like me responded to you."
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