CJ7 Page #3
You won't know what's hit you!
Let him go!
You let him go.
You let me go first.
I don't want a fight.
Don't force me to do this!
Are you okay?
I'm fine. Thank you.
You're welcome.
What's going on here?
Why were you fighting? Tell me!
until you tell me!
CJ7!
I knew you'd be okay!
Stop. Don't.
Good boy.
What is that thing?
Look! CJ7, sit!
That's cool.
What else does it do?
CJ7, happy face!
Angry face!
Sad face!
Saw a pretty lady!
Your apartment's on fire.
But you just won the lottery!
Oops! The whole family is dead.
You've got 1 00 on the exam!
Wicked.
Look!
Wow, fireworks!
Where did you get it?
I want one too.
I can't tell you that.
But I want to thank you
for not telling Mr. Cao about this.
Of course not!
We don't discuss
our business with adults.
-You have my word!
-You have my word!
Hey, you're amazing.
Do you want to be on our judo team?
They'd all make fun of me.
They wouldn't dare.
Would you make fun of her?
Look at this.
My son got 100 on his exam.
That's a great kid!
Yes!
-Look!
-Get away!
He got 100.
Boss.
My kid got 100 on his exam.
So he cheated.
What makes you say that?
My son's really smart, but even
he can't pass without cheating.
So how can your son get 1 00?
Hard to believe, d*ckhead.
You're not serious.
Look at the ink. He got zero
and changed it to 100. He's a liar.
But he's not like that.
I know him better.
Your son cheated.
-I can't let you say that.
-He cheated!
I'll hit you if you say that again.
Your son cheated.
You hit me? Just you try!
Your son cheated!
You hit me?
You're fired!
Your son cheated!
Quick!
Get inside.
Tell the truth.
Did you cheat on your exam?
No, I didn't.
I think you got zero,
then altered it to 100. Is that right?
Yes.
But that's not the same as cheating.
I didn't want you to be disappointed.
What's wrong with you?
It's so tough
to send you to that school.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I'll say it again.
Even though we're poor--
Okay! I know!
You're so annoying.
Can you stop going on about it?
I changed it. So what?
If there's nothing else,
I'm leaving.
What are you doing?
Why are you taking my things?
If you can't work hard,
then you don't get to play.
-Give it back to me!
-No.
Why are you taking my stuff?
Why? Because I'm your father!
And I can!
You're bullying me.
I don't have a dad like you!
You always get zeros.
I don't have a son like you.
Leave me alone!
Say it again!
Leave me alone forever!
Okay!
If you can use your own brains
to get over 60...
...then I'll leave you alone forever!
-It's a deal!
-It's a deal!
I'm going to get that grade.
Just watch me!
We'll see about that, Zero Hero!
That's not fair! I'll show you!
Don't bother me anymore!
What are you looking at?
-Mr. Chow.
-Miss Yuen.
-ls something wrong? Please come in.
-I won't, thanks.
But Dicky forgot his lunch box today.
Could you see that he gets it?
Sure. Let me ask someone
to open the gate.
No, please don't. If his classmates
see me, he'll never live it down.
How come?
-I have to go.
-Wait.
Dicky told me everything.
He was just being temperamental.
If you'd allow it, he could
come to my house after school.
We can talk about what happened.
And there's another exam tomorrow,
so I can help him to review.
What do you think?
-You're welcome. It's nothing at all.
-I appreciate this so much.
-It's just a small thing. Nothing, really.
-It's not nothing.
The thing is....
I can't give him very much myself,
and that makes me feel very guilty.
But if you were to help him study,
You really don't have to.
It's the least I can do.
Then I'll leave him in your hands.
Sure. You just leave Dicky to me.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
How's the boss feeling today?
You dare to come back?
I have to. I need to eat.
I know I have a big mouth,
but I think we understand each other.
What?
I shouldn't have said that
about your son. Let's forget it. Here.
Well....
-But he really did cheat.
-Who doesn't, sometimes?
The kid is very smart.
I know he'll be successful.
I pray to God that you're right.
So take it and buy him some candy.
Hey! This is far too much.
Use it for books, then. Or school fees.
But now get back to work.
Today must be my lucky day.
Good.
Thanks, Mr. Cao.
What's happening?
Where's your safety belt?
What's going on here?
Help!
Give me your hand!
Reach out! Give me your hand!
Why haven't these been moved?
What was that? Hey! Be careful!
I'm so sorry.
Dicky, you have to come with me.
Is this your house, Dicky?
Are you hungry?
Do you want to eat?
Dicky, I'm going
to tell you something.
There was a terrible accident,
and your dad passed away.
There are some things
we can't control. Do you understand?
Don't talk anymore, miss.
I want to sleep.
Please leave me.
Dicky, open the door.
I'm sorry.
Miss Yuen...
...I'm very tired.
I need to sleep.
Dicky.
My dad won't leave me alone.
He'll be home when I wake up.
I need to sleep now.
Dicky.
Dad.
Why aren't you in your pajamas?
Hey. What's up?
Dad, don't ever leave me.
I'll listen to you...
...I'll study hard...
...I won't bullshit...
...I won't fight...
...and one day
I'll be a really useful person.
That's good.
CJ7!
How are you?
What's that noise?
Yeah, what is it?
Why are you so tired, CJ7?
What's happened to him, Dad?
Maybe the batteries have run out.
It wouldn't look like that!
But it's very high-tech.
The new term starts soon...
...and we have a picnic
before going back.
Everybody's very happy.
Storm Dragon
doesn't fight anymore...
...because he's fallen in love.
Maggie likes me best...
...but my love is Fanny.
And she loves me very much too!
Johnny always takes what's mine.
Maybe he'll stop
when I tell the teacher about him.
Every pupil has his own true love.
And so has my dad.
It's just amazing. When we saw you in
the hospital you appeared to be quite--
Dead, yes. But now I'm right as rain.
Not even the doctors can explain it.
And how have you been since then?
Well, I do have a bit of a problem.
What kind of problem?
I'm far too handsome.
Very funny.
I mean it.
It's not easy to win a girl over...
...especially if you're not that funny.
But Dad won't give up.
He's my hero.
You don't think I'm handsome,
Miss Yuen? You can't be serious.
I'm so lucky
that I still have you, CJ7.
Every day, while you sleep...
...I close my eyes
and count to three...
...hoping when I look again,
you'll wake.
I want you back so much.
Where are you, CJ7?
One, two, three....
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