Sickly Tyrannical Chapter 1

Sickly Tyrannical 

Chapter 1

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My name is Fang YunSheng, I live in City Liu, my mother divorced and remarried. After giving me a sum of money, she abandoned me and left City Liu with that man, probably to enjoy her so called 'love' ba.

Then there's me, a 29 year old man who doesn't have a girlfriend, someone who's truly an idler. My life is on a shoestring, one may as well say that I don't have a penny to my name[1], all I have is a house that could be said to have a location within the city area. The only thing the person who abandoned me, left me with, that could be considered to be worth some money, is this house.

But it's not worth much money now, it can only merely shelter me, a person who's good for nothing.

Forced by life, I begin to work. A full grown man working as a mental health instructor at a primary school, to be honest, is just a rice weevil [2] (T/N: a lazy person), someone who's got nothing better to do.

This job is actually given to me as a chance at survival by the man who took away the person who is as incompetent as my mother.

The price to pay wasn't him taking away my charming mom but because he used my body. A man who likes to forcefully enjoy another man's body, I don't believe he'll bring my seductively charming mom any kind of good life…..

I also definitely don't believe my mom is sincere towards that man, she's only fancies the power and money, humph, there's no need to pretend to be in love, what a joke.

I sigh, look at the s.p.a.cious room and start to daydream while caressing the book on the table that still doesn't have a single word written on it up to date. Will life really continue to be forever this lonely?

After school time, it begins to rain. I didn't bring an umbrella, yet I still walk into the huge Summer rainstorm at a slow and leisurely pace.

When I walk into the curtain of rain, I hear the female teachers behind me whispering.

"Did you see? It's him, the mental health counselor who got in through connections."

"What do you mean ah, isn't he pretty handsome?"

"You don't know? He's mentally abnormal himself, yet he's actually a mental health counselor. Plus, why would a primary school need a mental health counselor of any sort?"

"That's true. But he actually doesn't buy an umbrella and just plans to go home like this?"

"That's why he's said to be mentally abnormal."

"Isn't it a bit harsh to say that about him just based on that…?"

"You seriously don't know? He seduced his step-father in the past, it was after that his mom decided to abandon him…."

"What?! Gay! How disgusting, does he have no shame at all….."

I pick my ears and look back at the two female teachers under the shelter while I'm still standing in the middle of the rain. They seemed to have noticed me and immediately stopped talking, looking at their phones with concentrated looks on their faces.

I turn my head back around and slowly walk toward the school entrance.

Oh… so that's how the rumours have spread……

Why is it that I'm the one who seduced him? So being drugged and raped has somehow turned into me using acts of seduction?

Then where are so many QJ cases (T/N: Rape cases) coming from in my Great Heavenly Empire[3]? What a joke, now that I think about it, my girlfriend broke up with me because she heard these kinds of rumours when she came to the school to see me….

How pitiful, to have gotten a disgusting boyfriend like me, it seems like that slap on the face wasn't for nothing.

Clearly in the past, she even hugged my arm and said we'll always be together, saying stuff like how she doesn't care about my past. f.u.c.king h.e.l.l, women are so good at f.u.c.king deceiving people. Oh….. my 'great' mom is too….

That clever mouth of hers forcefully pushed all the sins onto her own son, as if she's really one of the rare good moms that exist in the world.

I ignore all kinds of curious and dodgeful looks in the private school. In the heavy rain, with my hands tucked into the pockets of my jeans, I walk out of the school entrance like a ghost, towards the house I live in….

Raindrops constantly fall onto my body, my ears full of *pitter patter* sounds. A few strands of overly long hair stick to my forehead, the raindrops go down the path of my hair into my eyes which feels extra p.r.i.c.kly painful. The clothes on my body tightly stick my skin, it's even starting to become difficult to move. That's why I'm walking slower than normal, and other people's line of sight also become scorching hot….

If I'm abnormal, then so be it. After being pressed beneath the body of that man with no ability to fight back; after being slapped in the face and cursed at for being a b.i.t.c.h by my mother; after being slapped in the face and cursed at for being disgusting by my girlfriend. The term abnormal to me is already a commendatory term, because at least being abnormal is a type of disease. It's merely just a disease that can't be accepted by the world.

When I walk home, I will normally walk down a dark and stinky, small alley. Not because it's the closest route to my house, but just because I'm abnormal.

And here, is where I met another abnormal.

He sat next to the garbage pile, with his head hung down and buried between his two legs. A juvenile wearing a white shirt.

His clothes are very dirty and blood can faintly be seen. There are traces of sc.r.a.pes on both his hands. Ha… looks like he's someone who lost a fight and ran off.

Maybe it's because of the sympathy generated from being able to meet someone like me, someone without an umbrella in this heavy rain, that I stood in front of him and called out, "Hey, boy."

The juvenile lifts his head, a pair of wild, black eyes frighten me in that instant, so how to describe those pair of beautiful black eyes?

Probably like those of a leopard ba…..

But the wildness just then was almost like it was my hallucination, when I look at his eyes again, all I can see is a huge pair of beautiful eyes, slender eyelashes, full red lips. His face is very exquisite and just like me, his overly long black hair is stuck to his forehead. The corner of his lips, flowing with blood, opens and says to me, "Hey, do you want to adopt me?"

T/N

[1] 穷的叮当响 This actually directly translates to 'poor to the point where there's *Ding-Dang* sounds'. Basically, if you have food it means you have money. More pointedly, it's referring to rice in a bowl. If there's no rice in a bowl, then when you hit an empty bowl, it will make *Ding-Dang* sounds, implying that you're so broke you don't even have enough money to fill your bowl with rice. Instead of translating it as just broke, I've decided to use another idiom, to better reference the original work.

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[2] 米虫 Which means a rice bug, or more specifically a rice weevil. It's used to describe someone who's lazy, and doesn't do anything productive in life. This is because the rice weevil just lives inside rice, and doesn't do anything. If it's hungry or thirsty, it'll just take nutrients from the rice it lives in.

[3] 那我大天朝帝国哪来的那么多QJ案？I've directly translated this sentence. QJ is internet slang for rape, and the overall meaning of the sentence is if such a blatantly obvious case of rape (his own) isn't considered rape, then how come there are still so many rape cases out there? So basically in a different sense, he's questioning the criteria for what 'rape' is if his case isn't considered to be one.