"Hey, hey, didn't I tell you to pay protection money today?" The golden-haired boy slapped the obedient boy in front of him two steps back, "You damn dare to avoid me, do you want to die? Where's the money?"
"I, I have no money..." The boy was wearing a standard school uniform, covering his bright red face that had been beaten, and looking down at the golden retriever with a vicious look on his face.
"No money?" Jin Mao grabbed the boy's hair, turned his nostrils upward, and slapped his face arrogantly, "If you don't have money, you won't look for it. Do you want to die if you don't pay the protection fee? Baga Yalu!"
With a condescending attitude, he punched and kicked the boys wantonly, as if the boy in front of him was not a person, but a dog that he could manipulate at will.
"Wait for me here before school in the afternoon. Pay me the money. If I don't receive the money, you won't come to school tomorrow. Remember?"
He let go of the boy with a bruised nose and swollen face. The boy immediately fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, his hands tightly protecting his face and his body shaking.
"Bang!" The golden retriever clicked his tongue boredly, looked at the boy who was about to curl up into a ball with a disdainful expression, then waved his hand and left with a group of followers.
The golden retrievers walked away for a while, and then the boy slowly let go of his hand, his eyes empty.
The students passing by turned a blind eye and didn't even take a look. They seemed to be used to this kind of bullying. When they saw the golden retriever, they avoided it to avoid getting into trouble and becoming like the boys.
After being lost for a while, the boy gritted his teeth and climbed up. After arranging his messy clothes, he walked back to the classroom silently without any unnecessary movements or words. He seemed to have been used to this kind of life for a long time. Commonplace.
"Alas~"
Kenzaki Ryoma, who was passing by diagonally across the street, saw all this and sighed helplessly. He knew that timid boy, his name was Onoue Takashi. Because he accidentally bumped into the golden retriever Ken Ito, he has been targeted ever since. Up.
It wasn't that he didn't want to help the boy just now, but he was afraid that it would be a disservice, because the golden retriever Takeru Ito's family was involved in the Yakuza organization. He was afraid that he had taught the golden retriever a lesson, and he was afraid that Onoue would be retaliated against after the incident.
However, he was thinking about what would happen if Onoue Takumi was given the strength to resist?
This is also an issue he has been thinking about recently.
It was noon in the blink of an eye.
As the resounding bell rang, the whole school suddenly became bustling. The reddish sun turned the campus into a light golden color, and the noisy students exuded youthful vitality.
The boys and girls gathered in small groups and took out their lunch boxes, chatting with their friends while eating. Those who did not prepare lunch boxes went to the school cafeteria with their close friends.
Onoe Takashi silently got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back to get his lunch box, he was going to find a deserted corner to eat. However, he found that his school bag had been opened and placed on the table in a mess, and the lunch box hidden in the school bag was gone.
He lowered his eyes and stayed there for a while, then turned around and went downstairs. He knew who did it, but it was useless to know. If he dared to question that person, he would definitely be beaten.
No one will help him, and even those so-called classmates may be interested in recording his embarrassing side and post it online, with some "humorous" titles in a mocking tone.
Ever since his lunchbox kept disappearing from time to time, or being teased by others, adding a lot of mustard, or other weird things, he stopped bringing his lunchbox to school.
He thought that since he hadn't brought a lunch box for more than a month, those people's attention should be diverted, but the result was still the same, those scum were staring at him all the time, never missing any opportunity to make him look embarrassed.
Shouldn't the bento be thrown into some trash can or toilet now?
Ogami sat in a corner on the rooftop of the teaching building, burying his head between his legs. His whole body was on the verge of collapse. Tears could not stop falling from his eyes, but they stained his clothes after a while.
Why on earth do you want to do this to me?
After my mother passed away in an accident, my father was fired from the company because of a major mistake at work. In Japanese corporate culture, when a person is fired from the company in middle age, he is suddenly thrown into the abyss.
In the closed area, no company in the same industry dares to recruit this fired employee, and companies in other industries also have to consider whether his years are still worth hiring.
After losing his job, Onoue Takashi's father disdained to do odd jobs, drank heavily all day long, and frequently beat and scolded him.
He budgets carefully every day, is busy working, and has to deal with family, life, and school issues. He has reached the limit and is almost out of breath.
What happened today completely shattered him. What's the need for such a life? It's better to just die. What's the point of living in such a life? What's the point...?
Will you continue to be bullied by those scum of the world while you are still alive?
Continue to be teased by those disgusting classmates?
Being beaten and kicked by that scumbag father?
Is that all he means to live? Is this the entire meaning of his existence?
Ogami Takashi slowly stood up and stood on the guardrail of the rooftop. The sun was very bright today, and the scorching sunlight shone on him, but he could not feel the slightest warmth.
My heart is cold and dead, without any ripples.
Just die like this. I have no meaning in living. There is no meaning. If I die, I will be free...
Ogami's eyes were dull, and he seemed to be looking down, or looking into the distance, missing something.
His steps moved slightly, and his body instantly lost balance.
Bang!
A dull explosion.
Immediately, blood stained the surrounding area. Before the students below could realize what had happened, or they were unwilling to believe the miserable sight they saw, their heads were in a state of shut down.