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.”

challenged me to run 20 kilometers, saying if 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 lose to an old-timer?’ But I

just wanted to preach

hurt her, but she had to admit, there weren’t many people in

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

She only told Joe to come

Grace’s shift

racing friend called. “Where are you? It’s late, and the race starts in a few hours.

and the hope he’d given his mother, he resisted. “I’m not going tonight. You guys

this for ages, and now you’re backing out? What’s going on? Did your family shut you

just don’t see the point anymore. I’ve wasted a lot of time and want to catch up on my

hard? 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.

adrenaline junkies. The prize money was tempting, but it was never about the money for Joe. His family had plenty. He joined the

had thought they shared a passion for racing, but

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

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

be participating in these races anymore. You should avoid them too—one

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