The Supreme Heir

This Life Of Mine

As the rays of the bright sunlight shone on his face through the dense branches and leaves, Irving opened his eyes slightly. He felt extreme pain coursing through his body, his head felt heavy, and his eyes were dizzy.

Something seemed to have happened to him.So he closed his eyes and thought for a while before exhaling slightly. Yes, he remembered now.

He put his hands on the ground and struggled to sit up. He lowered his head and looked at the various shoe prints on his clothes and smiled bitterly to himself. Yea, he was beaten until he lost consciousness.

Irving, a very ordinary guy, only 18 years old, was a sophomore student in Hossa high school with average grades.

An ordinary person like him, of course, did nothing special in the class or school as a whole. He may be lucky enough to meet one or two students he could call friends, and then later graduate in obscurity. Then many years later, when they met by chance, they would talk about the embarrassing things that were no longer disgraceful they experienced in high school.

This was the life goal that Irving had set for himself, and it was also the life trajectory that he had in his heart. He would not be too high-spirited, but live a down-to-earth life. He would indulge in a peaceful life until he grew old and died, hoping that there would be no rebirth for him but a peaceful afterlife. However, things never went as planned. Something unexpected happened, disrupting all his plans.

He closed his eyes as the memories flooded his mind.

After school was over at noon that day, Irving was holding a plate and preparing a meal in the school canteen. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the person standing behind him, pushed him hard. Due to his unstable center of gravity, all the food on the plate in his hand was spilled. In the sudden shock, he reached out with flailing hands, randomly trying to find a support point to prevent himself from falling to the ground. 

Unfortunately, his hand caught hold of the butt of a female classmate who was standing in front of him who was already splashed with the vegetable juice he was holding before. When the girl turned her head around in confusion, she found that the hand that was placed unkindly on her buttocks belonged to a male students who was trying to prevent himself from falling. But with his inertia propelling him, his hand was trying to pull down the girl's skirt.

The moment the incident happened, she screamed loudly and did not forget to drag her skirt to prevent the sudden and inexplicable pervert behind her from succeeding. The girl's high-pitched voice shocked everyone in the canteen. Of course, this should have been a trivial matter in the first place, requiring Irving to only apologize and for the girl to clean her clothes, but this girl's name was Nancy Jones. Nancy was recognized by everyone as the school beauty in the high school where Irving attends. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also praised for her studies.

Staring at Nancy, who was clearly looking angry but pretending to be pitiful, Irving knew that he was in a bad situation. As expected, a small group of enthusiastic people in the canteen who considered themselves acting bravely for justice asked one-sided questions about the incident from Nancy, and a few strong boys helped Irving, who had already stood up and was apologizing, out of the canteen. His ultimate nightmare seemed to have started from that day, and he struggled to keep his sanity.

From that moment on, he seemed to have become a heinous person in the school. Everybody wanted to lay their hands on the seemingly perverted soul. There was a particular guy in the school who thought that he had what it takes to pursue Nancy. So, he tried his best to cause trouble for Irving just to please the girl he loved. After being lectured by a group of classmates for the fourth time, he secretly found Nancy who was talking on the phone and begged the other party for forgiveness. But Nancy just blinked her eyes coldly and replied with a sharp and slightly changed voice. "You're a Perv..."

The development of the matter could be imagined. The students instinctively believed in Nancy, who was in tears, and the teachers subjectively judged the two of them based on their academic performance. He, who was extremely isolated from the others, became a rat crossing the street, at school. He would be punched and kicked by any student who was unhappy with him. It was not that he had never thought about transferring to another school, but after asking many schools, no school was willing to accept him.

From then on, he began to give up on himself, and his grades dropped from the middle to the bottom. The teachers all looked at him with a mocking look, probably because they suspected that his previous middle grades were as a result of him copying others.

"I'll graduate after just one more year..." Standing up slowly, he raised his hand and patted the shoe prints that was all over his body, while supporting himself against the tree trunk he was leaning on.

After a few minutes, he walked in the direction of where he lived. His house was not far from the back hill of the school, about ten minutes away. The reason why he didn't call it home was because he was the only one living in the house.

As earlier as five years ago, after his parents died in a bizarre car accident, Irving began to stay in this building alone. At that time, he was not of independent age yet, and he watched a group of adults called relatives arguing with each other in his own home about sharing the properties left by his parents, like a group of clowns.

At the funeral of his parents, these relatives who had been contemplating the methods of laying their hands on his remaining inheritance, squeezed out crocodile tears, but were happy on the inside.

Fortunately for Irving, the house that he lived in now had been assigned to his name a long time ago. So, they could only advise him to sell the house to them, so he could have money to take care of his welfare and education. But he turned them down.

After rejecting the so-called guardian's enthusiastic advise for him to move elsewhere and sell the house to thenm, Irving's relatives seemed to abandon him to his own, giving him no financial support. They believed if he was pushed into poverty, he would reconsider. For them, his life couldn’t help but go wrong, could it?