Eternal Burning

Chapter 78: Faith is such a thing (end)

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Shang Muxiao's first official game on behalf of Chiya was held on time at 10 am on Saturday.

Compared with the Frost Cup, this game is more professional and more lively.

Fans of the team wearing uniform red uniforms took their seats in the auditorium early, some holding small flags for refueling, some with "must win" ties on their heads, and some even carrying professional-level photography. The camera snaps, and the footage is incredibly long.

Shang Muxiao arranged for me to be very close to the podium this time, saying that I could see him standing on the championship podium as soon as possible.

Not long after I was seated, someone tapped my shoulder. When I looked back, it was Yang Haiyang.

"I saw you right up there." He pointed to the VIP box above the arena, "Why didn't I reply when I sent you a message?"

When I reached into my pocket, I realized that I seemed to have left my phone in the car.

Although I have absolute confidence in Shang Muxiao and support his dream, deep down I will inevitably feel nervous for him. In front of him I always try not to show it, but it is inevitable that I will show clues in the details.

"Forgot to bring it," I said.

Yang Haiyang tugged at my sleeve: "Come up with me, it's so hot down there. Yunrou and her dad are up there too. The box is big, with champagne and fruit, and the sofa is big enough for ten people."

It's very hot down there, it can be 30 degrees. It's better in the early morning, but the temperature is expected to be higher in the afternoon.

I thanked him, but didn't intend to change positions: "No need, I'll just sit down."

This is the position that Shang Muxiao specially prepared for me. If I change to another place, he will definitely lose his temper.

Although he won't quarrel with me indiscriminately now, but he is not soft at all when it comes to tossing people, which makes me often give birth to a kind of absurd gladness that "fortunately my lower body does not feel".

"What are you being polite? Yunrou asked me to ask you. They are all from the same family. Why are you so outspoken?"

Since Yang Haiyang knew about my relationship with Shang Muxiao, his attitude towards me gradually changed from a "friend" to an emotion similar to that of a "junior". Sometimes when I am a little bit distracted, I feel that he is like a "mother", a warm and rambling, kind and heart-warming mother.

"It's really not necessary..."

As I was about to explain the reason in more detail, there was a commotion behind me, followed by a sudden voice in the direction of the track not far from me.

"Teacher, come here."

Shang Muxiao appeared on the sidelines wearing a racing suit, and it was because of him that the rustling commotion started.

He didn't say why he was looking for me, just hooked his fingers and let me go.

"Go up, I'm in a good position, I can see more clearly." After I finished speaking to Yang Haiyang, I got up and was about to go over.

Yang Haiyang tutted lightly, and there was a bit of hatred in his tone: "That's fine, do whatever you want, I'll go back." After that, he went up the stairs and went back to the VIP box.

"Why is my brother-in-law looking for you?"

There was a half-person height protective iron net between Shang Muxiao and me. He rested his elbows on the railings, his posture was casual, and he looked very relaxed with a smile on his face.

"Your dad and the others are here. In the box, he said it was cool and wanted me and him to watch the game in the box."

He frowned, a little unhappy: "But I saw you for the first time when I wanted to accept the award."

If he really had a tail, he would have suddenly froze from a spiral state by now, and was lying on the ground listlessly.

I wanted to touch his head a little bit, but I was afraid that it was in the public eye, so I finally held back.

"Not going. Will watch you accept your award," I promised.

Hearing this, he immediately smiled again, as if a little kid who was self-satisfied and got a lot of candy. Once he knew that he was favored, his tail would almost go up to the sky.

"Teacher, open your hands." He suddenly said.

Although I didn't know what he was going to do, I still opened my hand and handed it to him.

A silver star earring was stained with Shang Muxiao's body temperature and lightly landed on the palm of his hand.

"You can't wear the helmet when you put it on. You can keep it for me," he explained. "When the game is over, you can put it on for me yourself."

He took my hand in both hands, folded his fingers for me, and held the earring firmly into his palm. Then he leaned down and kissed my fingertips in an almost devout gesture.

Eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. It was as if there was a warm stream of water flowing from my fingertips, rushing into the softest part of my heart, filling my entire chest with emotions that were more fiery than the weather.

This emotion prompted me to grab the back of his neck as he slowly straightened up, leaned in and kissed his lips.

There seemed to be a faint whistle behind me, pulling me back to reality.

So many people are watching, maybe Shang Lu and others will also see that I am doing such a thing in public, I am too impulsive.

I am so impulsive...

After thinking about it this way, his lips were still tightly attached to Shang Muxiao's, unwilling to part.

After wasting a lot of willpower, I let go of Shang Muxiao's hand, stepped back again, and ended the sweet entanglement with him. I gasped and said, "I'll wait for you, show me the win."

His eyes were full of excitement, his chest heaved violently, and a word was dropped loudly.

When the game was about to start, Zhou Yanyi took a seat beside me.

"The road was a little blocked, and I almost missed it." He kept fanning with the competition brochure, sweat dripping from his forehead.

On the track, the drivers entered the field one by one according to the results of the qualifying race, came to their designated positions, and were ready to go.

Shang Muxiao's car No. 28 is in the second row, which is a very forward position.

"It's amazing to be able to get this ranking in such a professional-level race." Zhou Yanyi acted as my race commentator, and suddenly changed the subject and said, "I didn't expect you to agree to let him become a professional driver."

Hearing this, I raised my eyebrows slightly: "Because of my profession?"

"Not exactly. Professor, you don't look like someone who likes extreme sports like this."

"I really don't like it," I said bluntly.

Zhou Yanyi was not surprised and said with a smile: "Actually... if you let him continue his studies and don't play with cars, he will definitely listen to you, just like he used to listen to his sister's words."

For people he values in his heart, Shang Muxiao will have a subconscious "pleasant" mentality, and he will become obedient from the inside to the outside. This point, he never wanted to cover up, so that friends around him seem to take it for granted.

"Do you know Kant's interpretation of 'belief'?" I looked back at the track.

"Ah? Did you talk about it in class? I... I don't remember." Zhou Yanyi was a little confused by my question.

"In Kant's view, subjectively certain and objectively uncertain 'truths' can be called 'beliefs'. That is to say, beliefs do not require the participation of others at all."

When Kant elaborated the concept of "belief", he also gave an example. Say a small remote mountain village with only one doctor. One day, this doctor received a seriously ill patient, he had never seen such a disease, but since he was the only doctor, the small mountain village was far away from the city, and the patient could not endure the long-distance bumps, so he could only bite the bullet for this treatment of patients.

The process of diagnosis and treatment is to first establish a belief of what a patient may have, and then treat according to this belief. If that doesn't work, revise the belief and keep trying until the patient gets better.

Faith is such an existence that as long as you take it as true, you can keep exploring, keep trying and make mistakes, and finally achieve something, and even the ideal effect of your entire life.

"Belief is very important, and everything needs it as a support. People can be confused and fail, but they cannot be without faith. Once people lose faith, they will lose their goals and become confused."

It is the beginning of "going forward", and it is the starting point of all "Rising Clouds"; it is the cornerstone of dreams and a good partner in life.

Zhou Yanyi seemed to understand, but tried to understand: "So... you can, but you don't want to."

I smiled: "Yes, I don't want to."

I will never be the one who destroys the belief of Shang Muxiao, which is also my belief.

After tens of seconds, all the players lowered their bodies and waited with bated breath.

I couldn't help but calm down, staring at Shang Muxiao's direction, focusing on the game, and no longer talking to Zhou Yanyi.

Suddenly, Shang Muxiao raised his head to look at me, raised two fingers, and across the helmet, he flew a kiss to me as he did in the Frost Cup. At this time, the camera just swept to his row, so on the big screen facing the auditorium, the captured picture was broadcast truthfully.

It seemed to the audience that he was blowing kisses to the crowd.

The audience suddenly screamed.

Zhou Yanyi blocked his ears and couldn't bear to complain: "When is it time to be handsome."

In such a series of screams and shouts, the countdown was over and the game officially started.

Shang Muxiao's flaming motorcycle is like a flaming bird with wings, rushing out of the starting point, rubbing the track, and navigating through the traffic with ease. Wherever he went, even the air seemed to be hot.

I watched his car disappear at the end of the track and looked up at the blue sky above me.

The sky is clear, it is a good weather.

The stars that we can see with the naked eye may be very far away from us, tens of thousands or even millions of light-years away. They may not be "one" stars either, but galaxies like the Milky Way, star clusters.

I used to hate cloudy days. When the weather is bad, the clouds thicken, the stars dim, and the sky becomes very dull.

But in fact, the stars are not dimmed by the clouds. The reason why we feel dim is because we are blinded by the clouds. The light of the stars is always shining, the clouds cannot block it, the wind cannot blow it away, and even if it dies, we can still observe its afterglow for a long time.

All kinds of suffering in this world are like the wind, waves, haze, ice, rain and snow on the earth, and our will is the stars in the sky. Suffering can block our light, blind our senses, and overshadow us, but it can never really destroy us.

One day, the clouds will dissipate, the rain and snow will end, and your light will be seen by all.

You will light up the dull night sky, form part of the vast universe, make it dazzling and continue to shine.

June 25, 20xx

Thank you for your support over the past three months, take a few days off, and start the update on the 7th. There will be content about Fang Qinian and Shang Lu. Readers who don't like this pair and don't want to see their cause and effect, be careful not to renew!

Finally, may each of you shine like a star and be a jewel in the night sky.

Ask for a harvest, ask for a starfish ~ I love you =3=

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