Chapter 1909 My son was bullied by his direct children?
Chapter 1916 My son was bullied by his direct children?
Holding a colorful paper pinwheel into the castle, that night, Rhine Franco became the most handsome boy among the group of page boys.
That paper pinwheel is so big! When you hold it up, it's bigger than his whole face! And the colors are extremely bright, red, yellow, blue, green, white, five colors, each color is exceptionally pure, reflecting under the firelight
Brilliant light!
Not to mention, when you run around with it, the paper pinwheel will rotate whirringly. The faster you run, the faster it will turn. When it reaches a certain speed, it will make a clear and bright sound like a bird!
"Ryan! Give me this windmill to play with! I'll trade it with you for the chicken legs!"
"OK!"
"Oh~~~Hula-la-la-la-"
The waiter who got the windmill rushed out wildly, leaving behind a string of screams and laughter. Behind him were the envious eyes of his companions, as well as their eyes and hands ready to move:
"Rhine! Let me play with it too! I'll give you this sausage!"
"OK!"
The first child ran back, and the windmill immediately fell into the hands of the second child. As he watched the windmill pull out a colorful afterimage and go far away, the third child handed over the food:
"Rhine! Let me play with it too! Can this piece of ham be yours?"
Up to this point, the situation was still within normal limits. But soon, as the windmill was passed from one child to another, the scene began to become chaotic:
"Play with me too!"
"Give me!"
"Give me!"
"Give me……"
Rhine Franco was unknowingly squeezed into the corner of the hall. Seven or eight children were pushing and shoving, huddled around him, and at least three or four hands were trying to grab the windmill in his hand from all directions:
"Me first!"
"Me first!"
"I give the most!"
With one stab, the bright paper of the windmill was torn to pieces. Rhine Franco held a bare stump and was stunned for a moment, then stunned again, and shouted at the top of his voice:
"My windmill—"
He tried his best to push. He pushed one away, and then another. The children dispersed subconsciously, and with a bang, the last child holding bright red paper in his hand was pushed to the ground by him, and his head hit the stone wall...
…
"How dare you push my brother!"
Another scream came. With a bang, Rhine Franco's head tilted, his cheek started to hurt, but he was hit in the side by a small fist.
"stop!"
The adults finally rushed over and picked up the children one by one. Soon, several children who were angry, or with wilting heads, or grinning in pain stood in a row against the wall:
"What happened? Why are we fighting? Who did it?!"
"...Sigh, it's not Askan. I'm really at a disadvantage." The next night, in the quiet chapel, a monk in white robes sighed and sorted out the medicines on hand:
"Obviously he was the one who was robbed, but he was punished so severely... The kid who swung his fist was only fined to run five laps? This kid only pushed someone, but was fined to run ten laps? Why..."
Lenny Franco was also a little angry. However, facing the question from the white-robed monk, he still instinctively defended the family:
"Is there anything right or wrong for children to fight? - The child who was pushed down had a big swelling on the back of his head. It is said that if he is unlucky, he may die. Little Rhine only received a punch and was not seriously injured.
…”
The shot was neither gentle nor heavy, and he deserved to be taught a lesson. Besides, the child who was pushed and hit his head, and the child who threw the punch, are both Askan. The child who threw the punch was also punished by running five times, which is considered fair.
?
He convinced himself not to take it to heart. But the next day, Little Rhine ran back crying:
"Dad...they all bullied me..."
"What's the matter?"
"They bullied me! During the competition today, they lined up to fight me one by one, and each one struck harder than the other..." With tears in his eyes, he rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs to show his father the injuries on his body:
"It hurts..."
The black bruises on his arms and calves were shocking. Lenny Franco sighed, picked up the medicinal oil, and applied it to his son:
"Dad, let's go ask about the situation. Come on, I'll give you some medicine first. This medicine is very useful. Just apply it and sleep for a night and you'll be fine..."
After putting the children to sleep, he went out to find the instructor in charge of the children's training, Simon Ascan:
"The little guy complained to me that a group of people were fighting against him alone? I want to ask, what does it look like?"
"It's not important for children to practice sparring!" Simon Askan waved his hand indifferently. He smelled of powder, and Lennie wanted to cover his nose when he got closer, but for the sake of his children, he could only endure it:
"Everyone has a certain number of people to practice with every day. No one will practice more and no one will practice less.
That is to say, I have just started practicing swordsmanship, and I am not familiar with the movements, so it is easy to miss. In the past few days, several brothers have come to me to ask questions, saying that the child was injured, and they were so painful that they burst into tears..."
Lenny Franco also experienced this stage when he was a child. He didn't catch the current situation. It's really hard to say that those children were collectively targeting his son. However, the child did become more and more silent day by day. In the end, he cried and shouted that he didn't want to go to school:
"I feel uncomfortable! I hurt so much! Dad, can I not go today..."
"How could you not go?" Lennie touched his son's little head and felt a little feverish, but it was not as high as a high fever:
"Be obedient, my father came here the same way. Practice martial arts well and become a knight early so that you can achieve a higher status in the family..."
"What's wrong with becoming a knight! What's wrong with becoming a heavenly knight!" The little guy suddenly burst out. His little face turned red, and as his name suggests, he was like a little lion, shouting loudly:
"Dad, aren't you a Sky Knight? Do you have a high status in the family?! Those Askans still bully me! Bully me! Others praise them, and those Askans ignore me, and they all
ignore me……"
Is this really the case?
Have you really been bullied?
Lenny Franco was a little confused. He coaxed the child to go to the training ground. He also found an excuse and followed him for one day and another day:
This time, he saw with his own eyes a group of children walking in and out, surrounding several direct descendants of the Askan family.
And his little Rhine stood alone on the training ground. When he was divided into teams, no one took the initiative to look for him. The last one was stuffed into the team by the training officer. When eating, no one greeted him. He held the bowl by himself and squeezed to the table.
superior……
"Is this what you promised, to give my child the best possible treatment?" He went to his father again:
"He's being ostracized and isolated - something he shouldn't have to endure if he's an Askan!"