Hearing this, Shen Mingzhu suddenly realized that perhaps her son was more sensitive and concerned about getting second place in the exam than she thought.

Therefore, she must take this issue seriously.

"Before answering this question, Mom also wants to ask you a question. Your dad doesn't make as much money as your Uncle Zhao, and his business isn't as prosperous as your Uncle Zhao's. Are you disappointed in your dad because of this?"

Pei Ziheng shook his head. "No, although he is indeed useless, a son will never despise his father. I will not despise him no matter how useless he is."

Pei Yang: ??? Don’t I have any dignity? Shen Mingzhu secretly felt lucky: Fortunately, she didn’t use herself as an example, otherwise she would be the one despised by her son.

"This is the answer that mom wants to tell you. No matter whether your grades are good or bad, in my opinion, you are the best."

“You can’t always be the best, but you can choose to be the only one who is irreplaceable.”

Pei Ziheng stared at her with his dark eyes, "Mom, am I the only one in your heart?"

"Of course, it's necessary."

Shen Mingzhu's firm tone and warm embrace made him smile and feel satisfied.

He rested his head on Shen Mingzhu's shoulder and asked the question that had been puzzling him for a long time.

"Mom, do you know what the meaning of life is?"

"Mom, let me think about how to answer you."

Shen Mingzhu thought about it very seriously and did not do it perfunctorily just because of her son's young age.

"There is no standard answer to this question, because people are independent individuals with different ideas and pursuits."

"I think the meaning of life is not innate, but we have to give it different meanings, just like a blank piece of paper. Whether you write or draw on it, it is up to you to choose and create. You can use bold or understated strokes."

"So, son, what kind of life do you want to have?"

"I don't know." Pei Ziheng answered honestly.

This is also the confusion and bewilderment he has been experiencing these days.

Shen Mingzhu guided them in a different way, "You can set different small goals for yourself, complete them one by one, and enjoy the process of completing these goals. This is also very meaningful and fulfilling."

His goal?

Pei Ziheng thought about it carefully and found that all his goals had been achieved.

His first goal was to save Dad's life, which he had accomplished.

The second goal is revenge, but the mother in this life is not the bad woman in the previous life.

The third goal was to hope that his mother would always love him and be with him, and this goal was also achieved.

The fourth goal was to make money, which he also achieved.

Over the years, taking advantage of his rebirth and information asymmetry, he traded, speculated in futures, stocks, bet on horses, and bought Mark Six lottery tickets. He now has a nine-digit deposit in his private account at a Swiss bank and has achieved financial freedom.

He has already accomplished things that ordinary people would need half a lifetime or even a lifetime to do.

Zhao Yun's goal is to become an NBA player, Chen Xiaolu wants to be a movie star, Chen Xiaochao wants to be a pilot, Jian Xun's goal is to surpass him, his classmates' goal is to be admitted to their favorite university, and even six-year-old Pei Tang has a great and ambitious goal, which is to become a great painter.

Only he, without direction and future, goes to school, goes home, eats, and sleeps in a routine way, over and over again.

Every day is boring and tiresome.

He ranked second this time, not because he was inferior to others in skills, but because he wanted to see out of mischievous interest how Jian Xun would react after achieving his goal.

But the result disappointed him. Jian Xun still regarded him as a competitor and was ambitious.

Everyone has a goal, except him.

His nose was sore and he felt helpless for the first time and wanted to cry.

"Mom, I have no goals."

A soft and warm touch fell on my head. "If we don't have a goal, then we should go find it. Finding a goal is also a kind of goal."

The dark clouds above seemed to disperse, and the sky suddenly became clear.

He is going to find his target! ...

Some distance away from the school, Pei Ziheng, who was riding a bicycle, was stopped by a beautiful girl in a pink dress.

"This is for you. No matter you rank first or second, you are the best!"

The pretty girl blushed and handed him the carefully prepared gift with both hands.

I have to say that the girl's behavior was quite courageous and bold.

This is the only way to enter the school. There are groups of students on both sides of the road, all looking over here as if watching a show and whispering.

"Thank you, but that's not necessary."

After coldly rejecting him, Pei Ziheng turned the bridle to the side and pedaled away.

"Isn't this Liu Baona, the school beauty of the junior high school? I heard her family is very rich and she is also very pretty. The boys who like her can line up from the school gate to the bus stop."

Many people were whispering to each other.

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Liu Baona didn't seem to expect that Pei Ziheng would reject her advances. After all, she was the school belle. She was shocked and ashamed, and ran away with red eyes.

Not far away, several boys surrounded a burly boy and talked about this scene.

"Fuck, Brother Rong, no wonder School Beauty Liu ignored you, it turns out that the boy named Pei cut off your beard."

"Brother Rong, get him! He dares to snatch it from you, we have to teach him a lesson!"

The boy called Brother Rong is a student at a nearby martial arts school, his name is Gong Rong.

Because of practicing boxing, he is much more sturdy and robust than the average young man, with a big face and a gloomy expression, and it is obvious that he is not someone you want to mess with.

After school in the afternoon, Pei Ziheng, who was riding his bike home alone, was stopped halfway by Gong Rong.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

Gong Rong's henchman kicked the bicycle wheel, and Pei Ziheng couldn't withstand the force and fell to the ground with the bicycle.

"Fuck, he's like a weakling. I didn't even use any strength and he fell down. Are you trying to blackmail me?"

Several people surrounded Pei Ziheng and laughed like monkeys.

Pei Ziheng slowly got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and then asked Gong Rong calmly, "What do you want to do?"

Although Gong Rong was a student of a martial arts school, he relied on his physique and fists to bully others in several nearby schools and was well-known to everyone.

Gong Rong stretched out a fist that was bigger than Pei Ziheng's face, lifted Pei Ziheng into the air like a chicken, and warned him harshly: "Stay away from Baona, or you'll be in trouble!"

After the warning, his hand loosened and Pei Ziheng fell to the ground like a sandbag.

"Walk."

"Want a one-on-one duel?"

When Gong Rong, who was about to leave, heard this, he turned back and cleaned his ear hole with his hand.

"What did you just say? I don't think I heard it clearly."

"I'm asking, do you want a duel?" Pei Ziheng asked word by word.

Gong Rong and his companions looked at each other for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

"He wants to fight me in a one-on-one duel? Haha, hahaha!"

Gong Rong pointed at Pei Ziheng, laughing so hard that he fell forward and backward, gasping for breath, "Fuck you, do you want to make me die of laughter?"

It’s no wonder Gong Rong laughed at him. The gap between Pei Ziheng and him was really huge.

He is about 1.78 meters tall, with a body full of muscular muscles. His fist is bigger than Pei Ziheng's face.

Pei Ziheng was only about 1.6 meters tall, with thin arms and legs. Standing in front of Gong Rong, he looked like an elementary school student who couldn't even withstand a punch.

Pei Ziheng seemed unaware of the gap between him and Gong Rong. His dark eyes said firmly, "I want to challenge you in a one-on-one duel." (End of this chapter)