Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets! Chapter 174 - 146. Help you find yourself

"Co over here and drink~"

Guan Yongyi shuffled over in flip-flops, hands carrying two cans of craft beer, and moved onto the sofa in the living room.

The hostess picked up the TV remote casually, pressed the power button, and waved Lu Jincheng over.

The screen slowly lit up, and she continued watching the partly seen movie.

A young man nad Andrew, drumsticks in hand, squinted his eyes as he strategized the sacrifice of himself before entering the Ultimate Hall.

It was the recently released "Whiplash," which had swept up most of the awards in 2014, and still maintained a high rating of 8.6 on Douban even ten years later—an absolute classic.

Conveniently, Mr. Lu had seen it too.

"If this is what it takes to realize a dream, would you be willing to do it if you were in their shoes?" he asked as he got up and moved closer, sitting beside Guan Yongyi, his eyes fixed on the screen while various scenes from the movie instantly ca to mind.

Astronomy and geography, zodiac and taphysics, literature and music, movie critiques.

Mr. Lu, having lived two lives, could naturally find topics to discuss from any angle.

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Guan Yongyi blinked, biting her lower lip in thought.

The two were sitting so close that one could notice her long eyelashes, distinctly separate, casting beautiful curved shadows below her eyelids.

"Not really."

A few seconds later, she shook her head, providing her answer.

"If pursuing a dream ans sacrificing oneself, love, and everything that stands in the way like Andrew did, I definitely couldn’t do it."

Success learning has always been one of the mainstream societal values, and for filmmakers with ideas, challenging the notion of success has beco another classic track.

In this track, anger at diocrity seems to be a standard emotion.

For instance, in this movie "Whiplash."

A newcor driven by interest, a devilish drill instructor, tears of humiliation, vicious curses, ntal breakdown under overwhelming pressure, steadily and unwaveringly progressing towards suffocation.

In such a world, it seed there were only two options.

Leave, or stand firm against a slap in the face.

"You can’t thrive without a bit of madness; with your mindset, it would be hard to beco a genius artist."

Lu Jincheng nudged her with his shoulder, smilingly lifted his can, and clinked hers in a full display of ceremony.

"Of course, I’ve known since I was young that I’m definitely no genius."

Guan Yongyi gave him a sidelong glance, crossed her arms behind her head, bent her knees, and let out a long sigh on the sofa.

Everyone loves a genius. A genius is effortless strength, sudden inspiration, divine strokes in every pen movent.

If life starts at a starting line drawn at one’s feet, a genius is soone whose parents gave birth to them directly at the finish line.

"Being an artist might be difficult, but what about being a genius lawyer?" Lu Jincheng teased.

"That’s even more out of reach!"

Guan Yongyi wrapped her arms around her knees, turned her head to look at Lu Jincheng, her eyes sparkling.

"Let tell you, in her circle, my mother is recognized as a genius."

"She’s been the top student all her life, and from a very early age, she set her mind on studying law. Not only did she pass up Peking University and Tsinghua University to beco one of the top graduates of Law University, but she also gave up the chance to go to the Supre Court, without even a second’s hesitation."

"A genius judge, just gives up like that?"

"Exactly."

Guan Yongyi smiled, her expression bittersweet, "My mother always knew what she wanted to do and executed it without hesitation, unlike ."

"You’re doing great now, though."

"Not even close!"

Guan Yongyi opened her knees, leaned forward between them, reached for the can on the coffee table, took a big gulp, and continued.

"Actually, my mother’s education of is pretty much the sa as Fletcher’s, thoroughly high-pressure."

"Huh?"

Lu Jincheng was taken aback.

The ice-cold beer gurgled as it disappeared beneath the short-haired girl’s jawline.

Guan Yongyi first jiggled the empty can in her hand, then tossed it in an arc toward the trash can, and then nestled into the sofa, taking a deep breath.

"So I’m not a genius at all, at best I might be considered ’grounded brilliance.’"

Every minute watching this movie, her neurons rapidly assembled mories precisely like those depicted.

Many scenes reminded her of the past.

For the entrance exam to South China Normal University High School, she had a fever of 39 degrees, a throat so swollen she couldn’t speak, forced by her family to sleep at three in the morning and wake up at six to hand in a math paper, burning with fever, rushing to the cram class.

We’ve only seen people who have succeeded in various fields, but geniuses are not necessarily successful, and those who are successful are not necessarily geniuses.

Most of them are the grounded ones.

What are the grounded ones? They are the futile delusions of an ant trying to shake a tree, the joke reserve for the masses, the lonely march of those who either succeed or die trying.

Just like its creator Jolin Tsai, with ordinary talent and plain looks, she fought her way through thousands of sweet girls in the music industry, without the naturally gifted singing voice bestowed by the heavens—she practiced acrobatics, overdid split legs, even if the outco involved being made fun of by the screenshot gangs or laughed at and mocked by fans for her old embarrassing monts.

Diseased with the dream of genius, but only destined to be average.

"...No ti to eat, no ti to sleep, having to run even to go to the bathroom, the phone on standby twenty-four hours a day, morizing while showering even when the water stopped half-way, with suds all over, she continued for an entire hour and a half, afterward her hair turned stiff, thumping like a drum."

Guan Yongyi’s gaze drifted towards the ceiling, filled with mories.

"My mom being a genius, had too high expectations of ."

"Sotis I don’t even believe that I struggled through such circumstances. I’ve seen Yangcheng at two, three, four, five o’clock in the morning, and on every day results co out, I didn’t dare call my mother, only dared to cry my heart out to the half-dialed number on the phone."