I Don't Want to, I Don't Want to, I Don't Want to Grow Up

Before reality had slapped them until their faces were covered in blood, many people firmly believed that miracles existed in this world.

Only after reality had beaten them bloody and left them unable to think, leaving them able to do nothing but instinctively cry, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me," did they understand that everyone had dreams and pursuits.

But having them did not necessarily mean they had to pursue them, nor did pursuing them necessarily mean they would achieve anything.

Someone once conducted a survey, randomly questioning young pedestrians by the roadside. Among the respondents under twenty-four, more than half wanted to become stars.

When you counted up their reasons for wanting to become stars, they were actually a little more innocent than many adults imagined.

Reasons like "Being a star would be cool," "I'd have lots of friends after becoming a star," and "I hope I can make my family proud," along with many others, were all quite simple.

On the other hand, very few wanted to become stars purely to make more money. That was what people called the beautiful values of youth.

In reality, they had simply taken too few blows and were still filled with fantasies about the future.

The girl beside Lin Qi had once thought the same way. She believed she was beautiful. Back in high school, the quarterback had even fought other players over her.

Students from every grade liked her wherever she went. She even had a nickname: "Sweetie."

In the words of feminists, this was an insult to her dignity. But the girl herself did not think it was a problem. She liked having people orbit around her. She was like the sun, with everyone else as planets circling around it.

With her pretty face and the figure she had