"Professor!"
"Professor!"
Layer upon layer, wave upon wave, in an instant, the chilly Houston winter turned into a scorching hot summer, the fiery air almost searing the skin.
Over the past three seasons, Li Wei had witnessed the ferocity of Gillette Stadium, the throngs on the streets of New York, and the wild frenzy of Wembley Stadium, but none of it compared to what was before him.
It wasn't about the size of the crowd or the intensity of the cheers, but the youthful, innocent faces before him.
Without the tempering of society or the tests of life, despite their naivety and confusion, they still held hope for the future, believing in life, dreams, and miracles, convinced that with a long enough lever, they could move the world, confident that they could change the world with their own two hands.
Perhaps some adults, weary of the trials and hardships, may cynically strike down these youths: "Once you've been beaten down by society, you'll wake up to reality."
Dreams?
