Even though Li Wei felt somewhat uneasy, Smith, on the other hand, let out a long sigh, setting aside those expectations and beautiful dreams, finally returning to reality. His head, which had been floating like a hot air balloon among the clouds, cooled down at last.
"How does that saying go? 'Welcome to the Professional League.'"
"Here, interests always come before the individual. Before embracing vain and impractical fantasies, everyone must firmly remember this."
It was eventually a release, a final release.
But still, it remained bitter.
Li Wei wanted to say something but stopped, not knowing how to start.
Smith stopped him, "There's no need for consolation, your comfort would only make me look more pitiful. In fact, I'm not that pitiful."
"Haha." Li Wei could taste the self-mockery in Smith's words and realized that since Smith was in the mood to joke, it meant he had gotten over it.
"So, how are you planning to reply to them?"
