Way Out
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Late that night, Yue Zhao was tossing and turning restlessly in his bed. He couldn't fall asleep. He had been quite touched by his parents' words during their lunch.
He was already twenty-six, and no longer an ignorant adolescent anymore. Many people his age had established their family and had children. Yue Zhao felt as if he had yet to achieve anything. His family was in a debt crisis because of his illness.
If I hadn't devoted myself to a sports career as an athlete and had studied hard in school, maybe I would have had a stable job, a family, and a kid. Yue Zhao turned over in bed and sighed regretfully.
However, if I stopped being an athlete now, what else would I do? Would I set up a stand and sell food? Yue Zhao turned over in his bed again. He knew merchants who sold breakfast could make a lot of money, which would at least be more than the salary of an unknown athlete.