Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 918 - Chapter 918 Chapter 892 The Tragic Struggle of a Young Man

Chapter 918: Chapter 892: The Tragic Struggle of a Young Man (Part 2) Chapter 918: Chapter 892: The Tragic Struggle of a Young Man (Part 2) “But you know, brother-in-law is a high-income talent. If you come over directly, without any educational background, it definitely won’t work. Others won’t respect you,” said Mario Yuno, speaking only halfway and deliberately choosing the pleasant-sounding parts.

“So, is it going to be very tiring?” Arlong asked naively, taking the bait.

“I’m here for you,” he said, leaving the other half unsaid–I’m here for you, and you’ll be even more tired.

“Is this thing reliable?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Mario Yuno deceived the child once again.

The child always wanted to make connections. Just get him in with some deception first, skin him alive, let this kid rebuild his worldview. Won’t kill him with fatigue!

Arlong was just too young, lacking social experience. A little coaxing, and he’d believe anything.

Camden deceived him wildly. Down went a pint of draft beer, and Arlong’s face flushed red, a noble passion surging forth.

“Brother-in-law, rest assured, if I make something of myself in the future, I will never forget you and my sister!”

“Hmm, brother-in-law is waiting for that day.”

“Then it’s settled, if I only get into a community college after the exam, we’ll do as you said. Brother-in-law, pick a good place for me, the kind where I won’t suffer too much, don’t let me get too tired.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely find you a place that’s not too tiring.” Not too tiring, it’s incredibly tiring!

“So, brother-in-law, what exactly is this thing you’re talking about?”

Arlong didn’t quite get these things; he was simply a fool.

“You’ll know once you’re there. It’s perfect for you.”

Arlong looked at his brother-in-law’s particularly gentle smile and naively believed his lies.

By the time he stood in Mountain Gully with a small spade, calling to heaven and earth to no answer, realizing he’d been duped by his brother-in-law, it was already too late.

Camden had chosen the most exhausting job for him. All that talk about connections, about finding someone– all of it was just empty talk. When Arlong was worn out to the point of death, he finally understood what his brother-in-law meant when he said he would get to know Mario Yuno better.

He got it now–Mario Yuno was nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing!

All those gentle smiles, all those assurances of ‘I’m here for you,’ they were all deceits–big, fat lies!

Of course, that was all in the future. Right now, Arlong was filled with boundless enthusiasm, determined to strive hard. One beer after another, he got completely drunk, only remembering that it was his brother-in-law who helped him get home.

Brother-in-law truly was a reliable person, Arlong thought groggily.

The sorrowful struggle of a young man began with these few pints of draft beer. Watching his passed-out nephew, Mario Yuno talked to their reflections on the ground.

“Silly boy, relying on heaven, earth, or connections is no substitute for relying on yourself. There are no shortcuts; everything has to be fought for by oneself. I hope you succeed soon and understand the painstaking care your sister has for you…”

When Kiara woke up, Mario Yuno was already not at home. Kiara’s mother said that Camden probably left before dawn and even bought breakfast for the whole family.

Just after finishing breakfast, Kiara was preparing to take Arlong to see the exam venue early and familiarize himself with the area when someone knocked on the door.

Kiara’s mother opened the door to find the young father from across the hall standing outside with a bag of fruits.

“Oh! What’s all this for?” Kiara’s mother was taken aback.

“Auntie, we’ve been a nuisance these past few days. My child’s crying has disrupted your son’s study for his exams. I’m really sorry. I’ve bought some fruits to share with the neighbors, and I insist you accept them.”

“Hey! It’s not a big deal at all, we’re all neighbors here. When it comes to buying stuff and raising children, we understand each other; which child doesn’t cry–by the way, how’s the child doing?”

Speaking of the child, the young man’s face was full of shame, “Thankfully we got there in time, and the child is fine now. The doctor said it was good we brought the child in. From now on we can’t blindly trust those unreliable books.”

“Just take good care of the child, and take the fruits back with y”/>ou!” Kiara’s mother said, declining the offer, but the young man forcefully stuffed the items into her hands, closed the door, and ran off–he still had to apologize to the neighbors upstairs and downstairs.

“This young man, he really is polite.” Kiara’s mother shook her head.

Later, it was heard that the young man had also brought fruits to the auntie downstairs to thank her for saving his child, and the quarrel between the two families was not mentioned again.

“You’ve forgotten how you complained about their child crying yesterday. They give you some fruits and you’re as happy as anything, you advantage-seeking Old Lady.”

Arlong said this as he drank his soy milk.

Kiara’s mother slapped the back of his head, and Arlong choked on his drink.

“Mum! I have an exam coming up and you hit my head. What if you make me dumb?”

“Is this about the fruits? This is about neighbors helping each other out–Mr. Roy, how much are peaches per pound nowadays?” Kiara’s mother asked, looking at the peaches that had been brought over.

“The smaller ones are four pounds for a dollar, and these big ones probably go for two pounds for a dollar. If you buy them at the big city market, it might be one and a half dollars for two pounds.” Robert Johnson always accompanied Kiara’s mother on her grocery shopping trips and was clear about the prices.

“That’s fine, they can last awhile. I’ll wash them and put them in the fridge later…”

Kiara just silently watched without speaking.

Most people are not unreasonable; it’s just that sometimes incidents and conversations pile up together. With a little reprieve and a bit of mutual concession, things get settled. Most people aren’t perfect either. Even Kiara’s mother, as kind-hearted as she is, has a knack for taking small advantages, doesn’t she?

“Still denying you love a bargain…” Arlong muttered.

“Why do you talk so much? You should learn from your sister. Look at her; she doesn’t talk nonsense like you do!”

“If I had my sister’s brains, would I even need to study?” Arlong was used to Mum always comparing him to Kiara.

“Your sister is smart because she takes after me, but even with her smarts, she didn’t refuse to learn! Back when she had exams, she would study late into the night with the lamp on. Now you take a look at yourself!”

Hearing Kiara’s mother say that Kiara’s IQ came from her, Kiara’s mouth twitched, thinking to herself that if she really did take after her mother, there would be no hope at all–getting into a junior college would be uncertain.

“I read in the newspaper the other day, and it said that a child’s IQ comes from their mother! If you see a smart child, you can guess they have a smart mother too! Just like me, for example. I’m smart, so Kiara is amazing. Look at her, about to take her PhD exams. I was just not born in the right era–if I had been, I would have been a university student!”

One couldn’t say Kiara wasn’t smart; in such situations, all she had to do was maintain a smile. Man, the challenges of not tearing down illusions!

Robert Johnson also chimed in with a beaming smile.

“Yes, what you’re saying is all correct!”

See, this is the absolute manifestation of high IQ.

“Heh… although I’m not good at biology, I know that someone like my sister is what you’d call a mutation in biological terms, a genetic mutation… Look at me, then look at you, that’s what fits with genetics.”

Arlong felt his IQ must be at its peak at that moment, being able to apply what he learned in biology class so practically.

Then he got punched in the face by his mutated older sister on the left, and slapped by Mum on the right. Double hit, knockout!

In this day and age, why is telling the truth so difficult?