——Is it the information of the perfect clearance in the ruined world that makes people suddenly trust the perfect clearance? Or is it that the human era just happened to reach a point where the accumulation of strength is about to explode, allowing the organization to begin to hand over sovereignty and hope to individuals?
Do times create heroes, or do heroes create times?
In the face of the current situation, even the most knowledgeable scholars and the most authoritative politicians cannot explain the cause and effect of all this. The world seems to be woven into a psychedelic net that tightly holds everyone.
After the meeting, Su Mingan chose to walk back to his villa. The moonlight was bright tonight, and the road was wide and bright.
While passing by a park, he heard a discussion between a mother and son.
"Look, Su Mingan is about the same age as you, and he has become the top player, but you are still stuck in the main world!" The mother pulled her son and tapped his forehead with her fingers, looking very disappointed. In front of her was the replay of today's meeting: "Son, can't you learn a little from Su Mingan and save your mother some trouble?"
The son turned his head away in grievance: "Who wants to be him? It's so miserable!"
"How can it be hard? Several of my colleagues are so envious of me. They all wish they could be their mother! Standing under the lens of the world, it would be so bright and glorious!" the mother chattered on and on.
"It's so miserable! It's so miserable!! Who wants to be him? I don't want to be him!!"
The son was scolded by his mother in public, and ran out in anger, shouting:
"Who wants to be Su Ming'an? He may not be alive in a year. Even if he is alive, he may not be able to save humanity. Even if he saves people, he may not be appreciated by them. I don't want to learn from him! If you like him as a son, why do you need me? It's glorious, but everyone knows his hardships! I almost suffocate when I put myself in his shoes!"
"I'm only 22 years old. If I were to take on such a heavy responsibility, I'd be so nervous that I'd vomit every day!"
Su Mingan paused.
He clutched the paper of the agreement tightly and watched the mother chase after her son.
When the figures of the mother and son disappeared into the distance, he came back to his senses as if in a daze, raised his feet, and walked away gradually along the gravel path of the park.
The moonlight cast a cool glow.
The moonlight was silent, and his shadow gradually lengthened.
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