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.”

I won, he’d let me join his team. He’s ten years older than me, and at that moment, I thought, ‘How could I

terrifyingly strong! I feel like there’s nothing he can’t do. He wasn’t really trying to recruit me; he just wanted to preach to me, to get me to focus on my studies. At first, I thought you’d hired him to talk to me, but then I realized he’s wealthier than our family, so that couldn’t

weren’t many

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

adjusted her coat and didn’t respond directly. She only told Joe to come

and carefree, didn’t notice Grace’s shift in mood. He cheerfully agreed

late, and the race starts in a few hours. Why aren’t you

and the hope he’d given his

you serious? We’ve been planning this for ages, and now you’re backing out? What’s going on? Did your family shut you down? Where are you? I

see the point anymore. I’ve wasted a

You failed three 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

money was tempting, but it was never about the money for Joe. His family had plenty. He joined the race for

struck a nerve. Joe had thought they shared a passion for racing, but now

risked their lives, betting everything for a

chosen the wrong

newfound clarity, Joe said, “I’m serious. I won’t be participating in these races anymore. You should avoid them too—one wrong move,

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