"Kneel down!" The red-haired man straightened his back, and his entire body was filled with the aura of a superior.

However, at this moment, he had an angry yet helpless attitude as he faced the girl who looked very similar to him. She was Flaming Spark, who had caused a huge disaster just a day ago.

It was the second day after Kanna Tomosuke was rescued.

The news in the city described in detail how the daughter of a famous political family had brutally bullied her classmate, Kanna Tomosuke. She had even used her personality to torture her — a skinny child with no personality.

In the end, her personality ignited an indoor fire, which almost killed the child in the underground warehouse where she was imprisoned.

NO. 2

Hero's son, Bombardment Scorch, reported the incident in time and rescued the girl trapped in the fire … Of course, this was also greatly praised in the report — no wonder he was the famous No.2.

Hero

"Andwar's children," the fanatical reporters said.

"Do you know what you've done?

Usually, I'll satisfy whatever you want, but this time — do you know what the media is saying?! "

"But Dad, didn't you tell me that no matter what I do, you can handle it?" The girl in front of him was fearless in the face of her father's anger.

"I hated her, so I taught her a lesson.

I didn't mean for the house to catch fire in the end - I didn't mean for her to die! "

"But you made a big deal out of this, did you know that?" Flaming Spark's father was so angry that he was walking in circles.

"You almost killed someone!"

"Of course … Even if we do kill someone, it's just a child from a lower-class family. It's not a big deal."

He lit up a cigarette, took a deep puff, and continued, "It's just that those reporters … are all wolves who will chase after a trace of blood. Once they get hold of a scandal, even if it's just a groundless rumor, they will do everything they can to drag you down."

"And as a political family, we should protect our reputation like we protect our own feathers.

No matter what you do in private, your public image must be perfect. "

He inhaled again.

The expensive high-end cigarettes burned rapidly and became shorter.

His line of sight did not fall on his daughter, but instead stared blankly at the shelf full of precious displays, as if only by doing so could he temporarily calm down.

"So, reporters are better than you?" Flaming Spark asked. Her tone still carried the innocence of a child.

"No, the reporters themselves are not that powerful, but they are machines that incite emotions." He raised his eyebrows, his face full of mockery and contempt.

"And those ignorant people who are influenced by public opinion can sometimes kill people — they don't care about the truth.

They only want to see the destruction of things and then gloat from the sidelines. "

"Do you know how many people want to see the high and mighty Young Miss fall from her pedestal?"

He finally turned his gaze back to his daughter. His eyes were so cold that Flaming Spark, who had always been fearless, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"How many times have I taught you that you can't say what you really want to do, and you can't do what you say. This is the quality of a politician."

"People like you who don't have the confidence to do it secretly and spread it everywhere to let the world know is really stupid!

Who exactly do you take after? "

"How would I know!"

Flaming Spark tilted her head to the side, her face full of grievance. Crystal clear tears were swirling in her golden eyes.

"… Then it's all like this now.

What's the use of blaming me all the time! "

The red-haired man put out the half-smoked cigarette and sighed deeply.

"Okay, I've really raised a nemesis.

You don't have to worry about this — whether it's the media or Andwar — I'll take care of it. "

"You have to know that because of you, my votes for the second half of the year may be affected again — I didn't educate my children well … This is a big sin." He smiled bitterly, but still dotingly rubbed his daughter's soft hair.

"Hua Huo, you must learn from this lesson.

In the future, don't always make things difficult for that Kanna Tomosuke — it's enough to isolate her.

With her ability, she'll never be able to surpass you, and she won't be able to make any waves. "

Flaming Spark finally nodded.

Her father rang the bell, and a waiter came in.

"Take the young lady back to rest.

She must be tired after being tormented by those reporters for so long, "he said.

The waiter respectfully agreed, and made a "please" gesture to Flaming Spark.

Flaming Spark didn't even look at the waiter, and just walked out with her head held high.

The heavy and gorgeous door closed in front of him.

He blinked and put away the last trace of gentleness and smile on his face.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed the first number.

"Hello, I want you to do something for me now …"

On the other side, in the hospital ward, Kanna Tomosuke's life was no longer in danger, and her wounds had been properly treated.

However, although modern advanced medical methods could easily heal the scars on her body, they could never erase the shadow in her heart.

When Bombardment Scorch walked into the ward to see her, she was struggling in a red nightmare.

The fragrant mackerel, the furry kittens, the colorful fireworks … These were all her favorite things.

But now, those beautiful memories had turned into a sharp and hot nightmare again and again in an instant.

In the chaotic and broken illusion, she seemed to still be able to feel the pain of the fishbone piercing her face, hear the kitten's endless screams, and see the fireworks exploding in front of her.

Then came the all-consuming fire, and she felt the heat wave wrap around her body.

Around her, the whole house seemed to be burning red — there was no way to escape.

All of a sudden, a small coolness descended upon her dream.

It was a hand that was as young and tender as she was, and it firmly held onto her.

The heat and screams that had tortured her for a long time finally faded.

Her frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed, and her breathing finally began to stabilize.

Bombardment Scorch slowly moved his right hand away from Kanna Tomosuke's burning forehead.

He looked up at the clock on the wall.

There was not much time left, he should go home.

But before he was ready to leave the ward, he seemed to hear someone talking outside.

"Sigh … I only guessed that she might have been laughed at at school, who knew it would be so serious."

Yousuke Fanping, Kanai's ordinary father, who worked as a clerk in the local police station, sighed.

"If there's no other way, transfer to another school, Ying Hao School may be too harsh for a child with no personality." The doctor in charge of Kanna Tomosuke said.

"I also asked the child, but she insisted that she didn't want to transfer, saying that she didn't want to leave her friends …" Yousuke Fanping said helplessly.

"She had a high fever today, but when she heard the results, she was very anxious. She struggled for a long time, until I repeatedly promised that she wouldn't transfer, then she finally fell asleep."

"Sigh … I think she felt that it wasn't easy to make such a friend, so she wanted to cherish it." He said.

"Huh?

Is it that child? "The doctor's tone was full of surprise.

Although he couldn't see the doctor's movements through the door, Bombardment Scorch could tell that the doctor was probably talking about him.

"Ha." Yousuke Fanping snorted softly, he already understood what the doctor was trying to say.

"I know, he's the No. 2.

Hero's son has a strong personality and a prominent family background, while my daughter has no personality. I'm just a down-and-out employee who works for the government — 'we're not from the same world.'

You want to say that, right? "

The doctor was a bit embarrassed that his thoughts were seen through, and he hurriedly waved his hand to cover it up. "That's not what I meant …"

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Yousuke Fanping smiled gently. "Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with thinking this way — after all, in reality, this is indeed the case."

"But … even if he's the No. 2.

Hero's son, he's still a child, "Yousuke Fanping said in a flat tone, as if he was stating a common knowledge that everyone knew.

Bombardment Scorch couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this.

He hadn't heard such words for a long, long time.

In the vaguest memory of his childhood, his mother once said this to his father when they were arguing about personality training, "He's only five years old!

He's still a child! "

And what did that person say?

"Only five years old?

He's already five years old! "He pushed his mother away roughly.

And since then … no one treated him like a child.

It was as if the No. 2 Hero's son was born to be a hero.

He took a deep breath.

Yousuke Fanping's voice continued to come from behind the door.

"It's enough for us to bear the planning and calculations of those adults. Don't let the children bear the burden.

In a sense, I can see … he and my daughter are the same. They bear too many rules and regulations set by us adults, and they don't live a happy life. "

"And they should be happy." At this point, his voice seemed to tremble for a moment.

Yousuke Fanping closed his eyes in pain.

He knew deeply that he was just venting. His childhood, his wife's childhood, and his parents' childhood were all branded with deep and full of pain because of a "lack of personality." It was difficult to erase it even when they became adults.

Because that was the shackles that society put on them from the beginning.

They were like this for generations.

And in the next generation, this fate would be difficult to change.

But what about Bombardment Scorch, the child?

The attention and expectations brought to him by his father, who had too many achievements, was another kind of shackle and fate?

The doctor felt the atmosphere become heavier and heavier, and he fell into silence.

"And they should be happy."

The words of Kanna Tomosuke's father made Bombardment Scorch's eyes inexplicably warm.

Crystal clear liquid began to accumulate in his eyes.

The grievances that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to burst out because of these words full of understanding and love.

He raised his head slightly and tried to force back his tears.

He adjusted his breathing and gently opened the door.

On the other side, seeing that Hong Jiaobing had come out, Fanhei immediately stood up from the bench. A warm smile appeared on his thin face that seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life.

Bombardment Scorch watched the kind gray-haired man approach him, then squatted down and gave him a gentle hug.

"Thank you, child," he said.

"This time, you are Kanai's hero."

Yousuke Fanping's voice was very soft and gentle.

It was completely different from his father's.

Bombardment Scorch's mind suddenly flashed through the eyes of Kanna Tomosuke when she struggled to hold his hand in the fire.

Her heart and eyes were full of his reflection.

It was the eyes of a person who was almost desperate in the darkness and finally saw the light.

Then, Bombardment Scorch heard the word "you" that was deliberately emphasized.

Yes.

It's just you, not the No. 2.

Hero's son, not a gifted metahuman. It's just you, Bombardment Scorch, Kanna Tomosuke's only friend — you saved her, and you are her hero.

He felt that he could not control his tears again.

"You are Bombardment Scorch, right?" Yousuke Fanping squatted down, maintaining a comfortable eye level with him.

He smiled, as if he did not see that Bombardment Scorch could not hold on in the end, and his face was full of tears.

"When Kanna Tomosuke fully recovers, let her bring you home to play — our family is simple, so there is no need to be restrained."

"Okay!" Bombardment Scorch promised loudly.

"I will definitely go!"

Yousuke Fanping and the doctor behind him could not help but laugh.

He gently wiped the tears on Bombardment Scorch's face and patted his back encouragingly.

"Good boy!

Then it's settled. "Yousuke Fanping said.

"It's getting late, hurry up and go home!"

"Okay, bye!" Bombardment Scorch nodded, picked up his school bag and ran away.

"Look, what's the No. 2?

Hero's successor? Isn't he still a child? "Yousuke Fanping laughed as he watched the boy run away.

The doctor also laughed.

"Let's go see Kanai." He said.

"Okay." Yousuke Fanping agreed.

"I wonder if it's time for her to wake up?"

The setting sun gradually began to withdraw its last rays of light.

Night began to quietly fall.