death of hope

A voice surges into consciousness;
"Master, have you sobered up? You're going to be late for school."

Suddenly waking up, Yamato Tetsuya breathed heavily, and the smell of food residue and alcohol remained in his mouth.

Everything in front of you is unfocused and blurry.
You can vaguely recognize that this is your own room; it is spacious, comfortable and luxurious.

An old Filipino servant was waiting respectfully outside the door:

"You're awake, get up and wash up, Master."

The servant left and gently closed the door. His vision gradually became clearer:

(Remember, I went to Jinguji’s classmate’s house last night, and then... something strange happened... I felt dizzy...)
For some unknown reason, just a few hours later, the memory of that incident has become blurry.

Yamato Tetsuya yawned, stretched, and walked out of the room with zombie-like steps.

I took a hot bath in a daze, and finally I was heart-broken, so I turned on the cold water. I was so cold that I suddenly woke up a lot, and my memory recovered a little.

(I remember that National Geographic magazine floating in the air, like magic. Is that a real memory or my dream?)

While brushing his teeth, he stared at himself in the mirror and shook his head vigorously, causing toothpaste foam to scatter everywhere.

Part of the memory from last night is still vague, except for one type of information.
That is the beauty of the big sister, Jinguji Yuna,

Her long blond hair, silver-grey eyes, tall figure, elegant fragrance filling her nose, cute little tiger teeth...

All memories about her are extremely clear.

(Miss Yuna...Yuna...)
He looked in the mirror and smiled, feeling like a fool.

Rinse the toothpaste foam from your mouth, hold the wash basin and think:
(I have to build a good relationship with Jinguji-san from now on, and I have to find a reason to see his sister again...)
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Blow-drying your hair, wearing a bathrobe, and walking in the aisle, you asked the servant in a low voice:

"How did I get home last night?"

"The driver brought you back. When the master asked, he said that you were visiting a classmate's house and had a great time and drank too much."

"oh, I see……"

"Master, where are you going?"

"Where else can we go? School. Go to the roadside stall to buy a set of pancakes and fruit, and a cup of hot soy milk."

"Madam is very worried about you and hopes you can eat at home."

"There's nothing to worry about. Just drink some wine."

"Master..."

"Okay, it's not difficult for you. I'll eat at home."

"Thank you so much..." The servant was relieved.

The restaurant on the mountain is combined with a bar and wine cabinet area, and is much larger than the total area of ​​most homes.
The servants were clearing away the dishes. It seemed that his brothers and sisters had finished their meals and gone to school.

The father was concentrating on reading the newspaper. When the mother saw her son coming, she frowned and said:

"You bad boy! You started drinking heavily at a young age! You were so drunk that you were unconscious last night, and you're not afraid of damaging your liver!"

"Mom~ I have a good drinking capacity. I had a lot of fun playing with my classmates yesterday, but I accidentally drank a little too much."

The mother looked at her son's sleepy look and recalled her husband's youth. She couldn't stand it anymore and burst out laughing:
"Hahaha! Brat! Your drunk and unlucky look yesterday was exactly the same as your father's! Really!

Like a dead pig, it took three servants a lot of effort to carry you up to the second floor! "

The father lowered the newspaper: "Hey, hey, hey! Just scolding my son, why do you have to involve me?"

"You stinky men are all the same! I'm relieved that my son is fine! I'm going out for a beauty treatment. See you in the evening~"

"You girls are allowed to be pretty, but we men are not allowed to drink a little wine. Really, this unlucky bitch..." The father put down the newspaper and stared at Tetsuya Yamama:

"You brat, I don't know what to think if I can't go to a top private school and have to go to the infamous Kurose."

"My pleasure!"

Yamatoru also deliberately avoided his father's eyes and buried himself in drinking the delicious polenta.

"A bunch of half-grown kids, drinking heavily in the middle of the night, and not learning well at a young age. You, you, are just like your gang of bad friends."

"You don't understand Kurose. This is not an ordinary school. Read your newspaper, dad!"

"I don't understand? Why don't I understand?!" Father patted the table lightly:
"I was also trained by Kurose and was your senior. I think back then, I was also a famous fierce man, much better than you!"

"A good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past. Dad, now there are people from two classes following me."

"Oh?" My father couldn't believe it: "Two classes... so fast?!"

"They said that I am the strongest transfer student in Kurose's history. Just wait and see.

With these fists, I will reach the top of Kurose. So far, I have never lost a fight. "

"Humph, you are quite proud of yourself."

"Why can't you be proud?
This is an achievement I achieved on my own without the help of my parents! "

"On your own? Nonsense!

Those poor kids don’t have luxury gyms at home, nor do they have nutritionists to plan their meals.
We can’t even afford top-notch combat athletes to take private lessons that are paid by the minute.
You kid is a professional bully, and you can win without fighting. But I started from scratch, and you are still far behind~"

Shan Tetsuya was very unconvinced after hearing this, but after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing wrong with what his father said.

As the saying goes, the poor are rich in literature and the rich in martial arts.
Those young people from poor backgrounds do not have the conditions to practice fighting. They rely entirely on momentum to fight.
In comparison, his own technical advantage is simply cheating.

Even Jinguji Takatoshi's monster-like physical talent was bruised and swollen by himself.

In the final analysis, his parents' money played a decisive role, and his own efforts became insignificant.

Thinking of this, Toru Yamayama became dejected and lost his motivation in an instant.

"What, are you silent?
That means you agree that what I said is right! "

"Whatever you say, Dad."

"Pretend I don't know, kid!

You insist on going to school in Kurose just to walk the same path I did back then, to survive and evolve in an environment where there are wolves before and tigers behind, and you can hone your will...

Your goal is to become Kurose's leader. Even I couldn't climb to the top back then.

What I couldn't do, my son did.
You want to use this to prove that you are better than dad,

He has proven that he is a tough guy and a qualified heir to the family, right? ! "

Yamato Tetsuya was stunned for half a second, then said "Huh!" and continued eating breakfast.

The father walked up behind him and rubbed his son's hair vigorously with his big hands that were smelled of incense:
"Want to reach the top of Kurose? You're still far away! Boy!"

The father laughed loudly, took the newspaper and left, and the servant quickly followed.

"I just got a new haircut... annoying dad..."

Yamato Tetsuya muttered and swallowed half a piece of sushi.
I simply arranged my hair shape in front of the mirror:
(Dad, just wait and see, I will do what I say!)