Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Grace said, “Son, as long as you want to study, I will support you, whether it’s for a double degree or even ten degrees! I’m so happy right now. If you’re joking, please tell me, or else I’ll take you seriously!”

Joe smiled and hugged Grace’s arm. “Mom, can’t I truly want to be like my brother and make you proud?”

Grace rubbed his yellow hair affectionately. “I used to be proud of you, but after you dyed your hair yellow, not so much.”

Joe was speechless. “Then I’ll dye it back.”

Grace immediately handed him a card from the hair salon. “Go quickly. It closes at midnight, so there’s still time today.”

Joe was delighted, realizing his mother had been unhappy with his yellow hair for a long time. “Alright, alright, I’ll go now.”

As she handed him his coat and sent him out, Grace asked, “Sweetheart, earlier you mentioned that someone talked to you, and that’s what made you change your mind. Was it your teacher?”

“Not my teacher, but he does like to teach others,” Joe replied. Though, in reality, he was just a crafty liar—an extremely capable one.

Grace was curious. “He just said a few words, and you suddenly saw the light? I’ve talked to you countless times, and nothing changed.”

He’s ten years older than me, and at that moment, I thought, ‘How could I lose to

I underestimated him. He’s incredibly strong—no, terrifyingly strong! I feel like there’s nothing he can’t do. He wasn’t really trying to recruit me; he just wanted to

admit, there weren’t many people in Rivera who could out-earn the Esper

afterward, Joe was persuaded to return to school. Connecting the dots, Grace felt

directly. She only told Joe to come home quickly and not stay

shift in mood. He cheerfully agreed and

after, his racing friend called. “Where are you? It’s late, and the race starts

to Keegan and the hope

backing out? What’s going on? Did your family shut you down? Where are you? I

point anymore. I’ve wasted a lot of time and want to catch up on

courses last semester, and now you want to buckle down? Your family’s loaded—what’s the point? Quit joking and get over here. There’s a million-dollar prize. We’ve got it all planned out. Don’t let

race designed for adrenaline junkies. The prize money was tempting, but it was never about the money for Joe. His family

a passion for racing, but now he

was a dangerous shortcut to wealth. He’d heard stories about illegal races where drivers risked their lives, betting everything for a big payout. He was shocked at first, but his teammates spoke of it casually, as if it

motivations. He’d chosen the wrong path and the wrong

won’t be participating in these races anymore. You should avoid them too—one wrong move, and it’s