Scumbag’s Howling and Confession
Kondo’s PoV
What the hell is wrong with that guy? He pisses me off, he pisses me off, he pisses me off!!!
Goda and the coach continued to talk behind my back, unaware that I was on the bench.
“Although he may have some natural talent, it’s obvious that he lacks the motivation to practice and improve his skills. This attitude could hinder his growth and development in the long run. Furthermore, his disregard for others and lack of respect for teamwork could lead to a decline in team performance and increase the resentment of others and even bullying. Overall, his presence doesn’t seem to have a positive effect on the team.”
His analysis was cooler than I expected and I almost raised my voice.
I crushed a plastic bottle on the floor with my foot.
The remaining contents spilled out of the cap and stained the floor.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I think he has the talent. He demonstrated his skills effectively when he played against members of the lower team. Perhaps we could provide him with additional training and support once he joins us? After all, he has a lot of potential that just needs to be refined.”
“Well, if the coach insists, I’ll do my best, but I have been informed that individuals like him tend to rebel, skip training, and fail to develop. Besides, it’s possible that even if he’s placed in the lower team, he may still struggle.”
Humiliation, humiliation, humiliation. These words kept repeating in my mind. My self-esteem felt like it was being trampled under the soles of my shoes like muddy garbage.
I pulled out my cell phone and sent a message to Miyuki, Plaything #2.
Maybe she missed me because she couldn’t come home with me today. If I call her, she’ll come where I tell her to. After all, she’s lost everything and is beginning to have a mental breakdown.
She has no choice but to cling to me. Because of my strategy, she must be crushed by the pressure of self-loathing and self-preservation. Use this to my advantage. After all, she’s my ‘trophy wife’. She is a beautiful girl and an honor student. But, she easily betrayed her pathetic boyfriend and happily made herself dependent on me by saying, “Please don’t dump me.”
[Hey, Miyuki. Can you come out now? Do you want to go on a date in Tokyo?]
The message was read immediately.
Not for long.
[Yes, I’ll be right there!]
I knew it. As expected.
I made an appointment to meet her in front of the train station near the entertainment district where I could enjoy her body.
I don’t want to go to this university. But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be in demand.
For now, I’ll keep the invitation and wait for an offer from a university where I can be a star player right away. Then I’ll take my revenge on Goda by beating him to a pulp with my team and me in the center.
I’m going to make him regret pissing me off!
You better get ready.
Eiji’s PoV
I stood at the door of the house for a few minutes, taking a deep breath before entering.
I knew it was time to talk to my mother, and I tried to mentally prepare myself for the conversation we were about to have. I hoped there wouldn’t be any interruptions later, so I hurried inside. Despite my haste, my body felt heavy and my mind was racing with thoughts.
“You were always there for me and I couldn’t be there for you when I needed help the most …I’m so sorry!!!!”
“I know this may be scary, but you can count on us adults. I’m going to take responsibility for this problem, and I’m definitely going to fix it. Even if it’s just a little. Trust me.”
“I said to my mother, “I’m sorry.” She said, “Why didn’t you talk to me about this?” She got mad at me and said, “I’m almost going to regret this for the rest of my life.” It’s hard for parents when their children go through difficult times and they don’t talk to them about it. She said, “I’ve told you many times that I’d rather be inconvenienced as much as possible than regret it for the rest of my life.” And as you can see, that is how I am now.”
I remembered the faces of those who believed in me. The last thing I remembered was the smile of a junior who said, “If you are in pain, I will be with you.”
Before I knew it, I had put all my strength into the doorknob.
“I’m home.”
I said, and then I saw my mother at the table in the store, calculating the sales.
“Where’s brother?”
“Welcome back. He just went out to restock the missing spices.”
My mother put down her books and asked, “Would you like something to drink?” She smiled at me, and I felt a little relieved, and with courage, I opened my mouth.
“Mom, I’m sorry. Is there something you want to ask me?”
“What is it, something is going on…?”
She looked at me, a little surprised at my serious expression that I usually don’t show.
“Mom, actually, I…”
My breathing quickened and I had the illusion that time had slowed down. For some reason, my words weren’t coming out well. My voice was shaking as I tried to tell the truth.
“I’ve been… since the end of summer vacation.”
“Yes?”
Mom is clearly worried by my unusual expression.
“Mom, I’m sorry. I’m actually being bullied at school…”