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Nezha returned to his room, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. His father's arrangements seemed to be for his own good on the surface, but in reality, they suffocated him. He didn't want to have his future predetermined, like a chess piece placed in a fixed position, yet he also didn't know what he truly wanted.
"Ao Bing, if you were here, what advice would you give me?" Nezha murmured to himself, gently stroking the blue Crystal Pendant hanging around his neck.
At that moment, the crystal suddenly warmed slightly, emitting a faint blue glow. Nezha sat up in surprise, staring at the crystal in his hand. This was the first reaction it had shown since Ao Bing left.
"Ao Bing? Is that you?" Nezha asked excitedly, even though he knew he wouldn't get a response.
The glow of the crystal brightened as if responding to Nezha's call. Then, a familiar voice echoed in Nezha's mind:
"Nezha, follow your heart and do what you truly want to do. Life is short; don't waste it on the path others expect of you."
Though the voice was somewhat distorted, Nezha immediately recognized it— it was Ao Bing! This was Ao Bing's voice!
"Ao Bing? Can you hear me? Where are you? Are you okay?" Nezha fired off questions like a rapid barrage, hope shining in his eyes.
But the light from the crystal began to fade, and the voice did not return. After a moment, the crystal returned to calmness as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.
Nezha clutched the crystal tightly, filled with complex emotions. Although Ao Bing's words were brief, they struck at the heart of his confusion. "Follow your heart and do what you truly want to do"—this was precisely the guidance he needed right now.
But the question remained: what did he truly want to do?
With this question lingering in his mind, Nezha spent a restless night. In his dreams, he saw himself dressed in a sharp suit, sitting in an office high above the city with piles of documents and reports before him, looking numb and exhausted; then the scene shifted, and he found himself on a green field, teaching a group of lively children how to play soccer, his face radiating genuine joy.
The next morning, Nezha woke up early to help his mother prepare breakfast. Li Jing, seeing his son's rare diligence, wore a satisfied smile, clearly believing that Nezha had come to terms with things.
"What have you thought about?" Li Jing asked while sipping his soy milk. "Once you're sure, I'll have Uncle Huang help you arrange an internship so you can get familiar with the work environment."
Nezha took a deep breath, put down his chopsticks, and looked firmly at his father. "Dad, I respect your advice, but I want to do what I love. Football is not just a hobby for me; it’s my passion. I want to see if I can pursue this path, even if I fail. At least I won’t have any regrets."
Li Jing's expression darkened instantly. "Nonsense! Do you think football is something you can rely on? Look at those retired athletes; how many of them have good prospects? You're young and don't understand the hardships of life. Once you step into society, you'll realize how important a stable job is!"
"But I don’t want to live a life that’s monotonous and devoid of passion!" Nezha raised his voice, years of pent-up emotions bursting forth. "Every day from nine to five, scheming for year-end bonuses and promotions—what does that lead to? A lifetime of mediocrity and insignificance!"
"Mediocrity? Insignificance?" Li Jing's face turned ashen. "Are you saying that about me? I've worked diligently my whole life to create better living conditions for you, and you dare call that mediocrity and insignificance?"
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