After a long wait, the picture finally appeared on the TV.

Ding Yi saw Shen Qian.

Even though he was different from usual today, wearing nice clothes and with his hair styled nicely, Ding Yi's eyes were immediately drawn to him.

Shen Qian stood in front of the stage, holding the microphone with one hand, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below. He paused for a moment before speaking again.

The boy's clear, resonant voice, as sharp as a mountain rock, traveled through the television and echoed throughout the living room.

"...I think I heard someone asking me if I came from a martial arts family."

"You're overthinking it."

"I can answer you honestly, my home... is in a resettlement community in the south of the city."

“I’m not very talented. Even six months ago, I was still debating whether to give up martial arts and switch to humanities.”

Shen Qian's words caused a commotion at the scene, with countless people exclaiming in disbelief.

Ding Yi's bracelet rang again; it was Lin Xiaoqian calling back. Ding Yi's eyes remained on the TV as he turned on speakerphone and put the bracelet aside.

Lin Xiaoqian finally regained some of her senses and began chattering to Ding Yi about what had happened that day.

Ding Yi sat on the carpet, hugging his knees, listening intently to Lin Xiaoqian's story, while the boy's speech continued.

"Defeat Wang Shuo?"

"...Not really. In fact, I didn't even know he was Wang Shuo at the time. I just lightly slapped him a few times."

"What I really want to tell you is that talent isn't that important; hard work is the most important thing. After all, that's what the books say."

A moment of confusion flashed across Shen Qian's eyes, which then slowly transformed into honesty and determination.

The chaotic scene gradually quieted down, and even the powerful figures on the platform looked at Shen Qian in surprise.

"But actually, that statement is wrong."

"Talent is very important, extremely important."

“I was once overwhelmed by the fact that I was not talented enough, and this repressive process lasted for more than ten years.”

"So having talent is really a lucky thing. It can easily help you get things that others have to work ten or a hundred times harder to get."

The playground gradually fell silent. Zhou Xu and Wang Yangming, who had been laughing and joking as they watched the sinking, quietly clenched their fists. At this moment, they were just a microcosm of the situation.

"But hard work is worthwhile."

Shen Qian suddenly smiled brightly.

"Because there will always be someone who sees your shining points, sees your heart that has never cooled, and when everyone else has forgotten you, she... will always be watching you."

Ding Yi, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, suddenly realized that the image on the screen was blurry and quickly rubbed away the tears in her eyes.

"Luck will always come."

"And sometimes it might exceed your expectations."

"Persisting may not be useful, but if you give up, it definitely won't be useful."

He was more serious than ever before, and he finished speaking his last words, word by word.

"We all have some kind of potential that we have never discovered."

"There must be!"

"Perhaps you are the one favored by fate, but the gift it gives you may be late, even more than a decade late..."

"So just do your best and leave the rest to fate."

"When you look back after all the trials and tribulations, you'll find that you've unknowingly reached the end, and all that came along the way was nothing but a bunch of worthless trash!"

"For example... Wang Shuo."

"As long as I am here, Jingcheng will never decline!"

The boy's sudden, soaring voice seemed to pierce through the clouds, through the signal, through all barriers, echoing in the deepest part of every named person in Jingcheng.

...

Ding Anbai stood at the bedroom door, his gaze complex as he watched the spirited young man on the television.

Has this day finally come?

Ding Anbai prided himself on his superior intelligence, but he misjudged Shen Qian. After what happened last time, he realized that this young man was not simple.

However, he clearly underestimated his opponent.

Ding Anbai glanced at Ding Yi sitting on the ground. She was tilting her head back, her delicate profile full of undisguised smiles.

It had probably been many years since Ding Anbai had seen her so happy.

Ding Yi didn't even notice Ding Anbai's return. Her eyes remained fixed on the boy on the television, her usually cold eyes now shining like stars.

Ding Anbai felt that the day of "social death" was getting closer and closer.

Lately, he keeps having nightmares about Shen Qian knocking on his door, carrying gifts, shouting "Uncle, hello!", then pointing at him in astonishment and saying, "So you're XX! No wonder you used to be XXX!"—an awkward scene...

"What a terrible thing!"

The thought that such a scene could happen at any moment sent chills down Ding Anbai's spine.

"Cough cough!"

Seeing that Chen had already stepped down from the stage, but Ding Yi was still staring blankly with his chin propped up, Old Ding finally couldn't stand it anymore and coughed a few times.

"Dad, before he drowned..."

Ding Yi snapped out of her daze and stood up excitedly, wanting to share this unreal surprise with Ding Anbai.

"I know." Ding Anbai didn't want to talk about Chen Qian, so he subconsciously stopped Ding Yi.

"You knew?" Ding Yi was taken aback. "How could you..."

"Uh, I just found out myself," Ding Anbai quickly added, "Yeah, I was quite surprised too..."

"Dad, do you think I'm dreaming?" Ding Yi suddenly felt a pang of panic, his face turning pale. "Actually, it's all just my imagination..."

"Xiao Yi!" Ding Anbai felt sorry for him and quickly said in a deep voice, "This is not a dream, that kid... has really turned his life around."

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