At this moment, there was a noise outside, and there was the sound of footsteps stepping on the wooden floor of the living room.

"Jonny, Jonny!" Outside the room, Roger shouted, he poked his head in, and when he saw Cornell standing by the window, he rushed into the room.

"I wonder who you're talking to, I see...... Hmph, how can you two still have anything in common? He looked at Johnny in confusion, and then at his father.

"It's surprising to you!" Cornell grinned.

"Cut, it's not about some boring fallacies." Roger pouted, turning to Jonny, a look of remorse on his face. "Don't let the old drunkard lure you into the devil, Jonny, soaked in the poison of lies all day long, his words are naturally sweet, but as for the twists and turns hidden in them, they will drag you into the abyss of error and cannot extricate yourself."

"Look at what you said, many of my uncle's words are thought-provoking and refreshing." Half truth, half compliment, seeing Roger say these words in front of Cornell, Jonny was anxious to play a round for the father and son.

"The stinky boy's words are actually not unreasonable, staying in these forever talkative bastard circles for a long time, and the thinking and behavior will change accordingly." Cornell smiled, not only did not feel offended, but rather a picture of usefulness.

"But you never thought of staying out of the world, nodding to your fox friends, saying goodnight, and then running away?" Roger said teasingly.

"Where can you flee to? Go to "Black Songs" and be a conspiracy theorist with a mouth full of misanthropic curses? Or do you want to join those who are dying, and go to the church of Yahweh every day to pray for the afterlife? Cornell snorted. It's better to save it, boy, it's not like you have a rugby to escape the world, that's all I have to ...... hobby," he said, sensitively sensing a slight change in his son's expression, so he quickly shut his mouth and tried to comfort him.

"It's inevitable that young people will be frustrated, and if you really want to do something, there are thousands of paths to choose from in front of you, and what is a ban from the Odd Arena? Didn't I tell you, that one is Jensen. Harris bastard I don't know, but the current leader of the major football league, Charles. Nathan and I know each other well, and with a small favor, you and Jonny's lifetime bans will never be a problem anymore......"

"I'd better keep your favor, old man, I don't want your help in this matter." Roger shook his head.

"But that's your dream? How can you give up so easily? Cornell wondered.

"Once a dream, once was." Roger said slowly. "To hell with that, if the many victories you've earned from training with all your might can be easily negated by the individual strength of a fool." He ran two fingers across his eyes, as if to repel annoying mosquitoes.

"I admit that I still love the sport, but a ban has made me see the reality that it can be easily controlled by the powerful and that I have to make a career plan and give all my youth to it? All for what, money? Thanks, I think it's better to forget it. He pinched his curled fingers in front of him, and opened them in an instant, his face becoming angry.

So that's it...... It was only at this moment that Jonny finally understood Roger's true thoughts about the lifetime ban, and his love for the movement itself was probably the real reason why he did not fight, because the more he loved it, the more he could not ignore the bureaucratic style in it, and since he could not change it, it was better to stay away.

"Look, where are we going to do this?" Roger closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, his face had changed to a different expression.

"Forget all those unpleasant annoyances, we're on the Four Seasons! Instead of staying in the house and listening to the nagging of drunkards, it is better to go out and see this world in its own way! He said excitedly.

"But I haven't packed my bags yet......" Jonny pointed to the mountain of clothes on the bed.

"Leave them alone, the only thing you have to do is follow me." Roger urged. "Bring your swim trunks and sunscreen, that's what you really need, you should go and see the sea, it's endless, it's just like the real thing......" he said and ran out of the room, and Jonny had to quickly find the two things he said and followed.

"Uncle......" Jonny remembered to signal to Cornell as he left the room, and the latter waved at him.

"Come along, or what are you doing here again?" The middle-aged man said to him with a grin.

……

The sky is blue, and the warm sun shines on the blue sea, reflecting a dazzling halo of light. The tide rises and falls, the white sand beats, the towering palm and coconut palms dot the dotted beach chairs and umbrellas that remind you of the upcoming happy hour, and the light rail in front of the hotel to the Aegean region is invigorated by the moist and fresh air.

The rounded bluestone pavement, the trees and flowers planted everywhere, these unnamed plants, which are not part of the human world, make the entire coastal recreation area look lush.

Dressed in loose-casual attire and holding a drink from a waiter, Jonny walked through the service area in the midst of the constant flow of people. Here, the various food salons on both sides of the road have been opened, with all kinds of food from Puxing and Chilian, and a variety of ice cream self-service machines, drink distribution points, dessert stations, and barbecue stalls with a strong aroma, and the delicatessen of the tantalizing colors are completely open for free.

The scorching sun and the sea of people are like a tide, this replica of the paradise beach of the summer mirror sea, but on a spaceship that is speeding in the vast universe, which can't help but make Jonny sigh with emotion, sighing at the unparalleled creativity and imagination that came from Heisenberg's business empire.