The stepmother control group counterattacked with cubs in the era

"Mom, have I let you down?"

Hearing this, Shen Mingzhu suddenly realized that maybe her son was more sensitive and concerned about getting second place in the exam than she thought.

Therefore, she must take this issue seriously and carefully.

"Before answering this question, mom also wants to ask you a question. Your dad doesn't make as much money as your Uncle Zhao, and his business is not as prosperous as your Uncle Zhao. Will you be disappointed in your dad because of this?"

Pei Ziheng shook his head, "No, although he is indeed useless, I don't think my father is ugly. I will not dislike him no matter how useless he is."

Pei Yang:? ? ?
Don't I want to lose face?
Shen Mingzhu secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, she did not use herself as an analogy, otherwise she would be the one despised by her son.

"This is the answer mom wants to tell you. No matter whether your grades are good or bad, in my opinion, you are the best."

"People can't always strive for first place, but they can choose to be the irreplaceable one."

Pei Ziheng looked at her with his dark eyes, "Mom, am I the only one in your heart?"

"Of course, it's necessary."

Shen Mingzhu's firm tone and warm embrace made him smile and feel satisfied.

He rested his head on Shen Mingzhu's shoulder in a relaxed manner and asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Mom, do you know what the meaning of life is?"

"Mom, think about how to answer you."

Shen Mingzhu thought very seriously and did not take it lightly because of her son's young age.

"There is no standard answer to this question, because people are independent-minded individuals with different ideas and pursuits."

“I think the meaning of life is not something we are born with, but we need to give it different meanings. It is like a piece of white paper. Whether you write or draw on it, it is up to you to choose and create. It can be an understatement.”

"So, Erza, what kind of life do you want to have?"

"I don't know." Pei Ziheng answered honestly.

This is also the confusion and confusion he has been feeling these days.

Shen Mingzhu guided in another way, "You can set different small goals for yourself, complete them one by one, and enjoy the process of completing these goals. This is also very meaningful and fulfilling."

His goal?

Pei Ziheng thought about it seriously and found that his goals had been achieved.

His first goal was to save his father's life, which he had accomplished.

The second goal is revenge, but the mother in this life is not the bad woman in the previous life.

The third goal is to hope that his mother will always love him and stay with him, and this goal has been achieved.

The fourth goal was to make money, which he also accomplished.

Over the years, taking advantage of his rebirth and information asymmetry, he traded, speculated in futures, stocks, bet on horses, and bought Mark Six lottery tickets. He now has a nine-digit deposit in his private account at a Swiss bank and has achieved financial freedom.

He has done all the things that ordinary people need half a lifetime or even a lifetime to do.

Zhao Yun's goal is to become an NBA player, Chen Xiaolu wants to be a movie star, Chen Xiaochao wants to be a pilot, Jian Xun's goal is to surpass him, the goal of his classmates is to be admitted to the university of their choice, and even six-year-old Pei Tang has greatness and ambition. The long-term goal is to become a great painter.

He is the only one with no direction or future. He goes to school, after school, home, eats, and sleeps step by step, over and over again.

Every day is boring and boring.

He came second in the exam this time, not because he was inferior in skills, but because he wanted to see Jian Xun's reaction after he achieved his goal.

But the result disappointed him. Jian Xun still regarded him as a competitor and was ambitious.

Everyone has a goal, but he doesn't.

His nose was sore, he felt helpless for the first time and wanted to cry.

"Mom, I have no goals."

A soft and warm touch fell on the top of the head, "If there is no goal, then we will look for it. Looking for the goal is also a kind of goal."

The dark clouds overhead seemed to disperse, and the sky suddenly became clear.

He is going to find his goal!
..."Pei Ziheng."

Still some distance away from the school, Pei Ziheng, who was riding a bicycle, was stopped by a beautiful girl in a pink dress.

"This is for you. No matter whether you are first or second in the exam, you are still the best!"

The beautiful girl blushed and handed him the carefully prepared gift with both hands.

It must be said that the girl's behavior was quite courageous and bold.

This is the only way to enter the school. There are groups of students on both sides of the road, all looking at this side as if watching a play and whispering.

"Thank you, no need."

After coldly refusing, Pei Ziheng turned the bridle of the car to the side and pedaled away.

"Isn't this Liu Baona, the school beauty of the junior high school? I heard that her family is rich and she is pretty. Boys who like her line up from the school gate to the bus stop."

Many people were whispering to each other.

Liu Baona didn't seem to expect that Pei Ziheng would refuse her overtures. After all, she was the school beauty. She was shocked, ashamed and angry, and ran away with red eyes.

Not far away, several boys surrounded a burly boy, talking all over the scene.

"Damn it, Brother Rong, no wonder the school belle Liu ignores you. I bet it was the boy named Pei who cut off your beard."

"Brother Rong, get him! If he dares to rob you, we have to show him some color!"

The boy named Rong Ge is a student from a nearby martial arts school named Gong Rong.

Because of his boxing training, he is much taller and stronger than an ordinary young man, and his face is also bigger. With his gloomy expression, he is not easy to mess with at first glance.

After school in the afternoon, Pei Ziheng was riding home alone when Gong Rong stopped him halfway.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

Gong Rong's follower kicked the bicycle wheel with his foot. Pei Ziheng couldn't bear the force and fell to the ground together with the bicycle.

"Fuck, he's like a soft-handed shrimp. He fell down without even using any force. You don't want to blackmail me, do you?"

Several people laughed around Pei Ziheng like monkeys.

Pei Ziheng slowly got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body and then asked Gong Rong calmly, "What do you want to do?"

Although Gong Rong was a student at a martial arts school, he relied on his physique and fists to run rampant in several nearby schools and was known to everyone.

Gong Rong stretched out his fist that was bigger than Pei Ziheng's face, lifted Pei Ziheng into the air like a chicken, and warned fiercely:
"Stay away from Bao Na, otherwise you will look good!"

After giving the warning, he let go of his hand and Pei Ziheng fell to the ground like a sandbag.

"Walk."

"Want to challenge one another?"

Gong Rong, who was about to leave, heard this, turned his head, and took out his ear holes with his hands.

"What did you just say? I didn't seem to hear you clearly."

"I'm asking, do you want a one-on-one challenge?" Pei Ziheng said every word.

Gong Rong and his companions looked at each other for a few seconds, and then the whole room burst into laughter.

"He wants to challenge me? Haha, hahaha!"

Gong Rong pointed at Pei Ziheng, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe, "You are riding a horse, do you want to laugh me to death?"

No wonder Gong Rong laughed at him. In fact, the gap between Pei Ziheng and him was not that big.

He is 1.78 meters tall, has a well-trained tendon, and his fists are bigger than Pei Ziheng's face.

Pei Ziheng, on the other hand, was only 1.6 meters tall, with thin arms and legs. Standing in front of Gong Rong, he looked like a primary school student who couldn't stand a punch.

Pei Ziheng seemed unaware of the gap between him and Gong Rong, and said with dark eyes, "I want to challenge you to a duel." (End of Chapter)