I am a Big Player
Chapter 330 - 328, Crossing the Ocean to See You (Second Update)_1

Chapter 330: 328, Crossing the Ocean to See You (Second Update)_1

When An Si and Liu Erbao accompanied Ren He to the airport, they both felt a tinge of melancholy. Liu Erbao forced a smile and said, "Damn it, just the day before yesterday, I was bragging that our Liu Erbao team, along with TK and the Knight, made an Iron Triangle. Didn’t expect that as soon as I said it, we’d have to part ways."

Ren He laughed, "You’re an international team now. Even if I go abroad, if I need a video, I’ll still have to find you, right? I don’t trust anyone else. Haha, we’ll meet overseas then!"

Liu Erbao’s eyes lit up, "What are you up to next?"

"Don’t rush," An Si glanced at Liu Erbao dismissively, "let him get some proper rest first. Ever since he returned from Mount Everest, he hasn’t been able to adjust his mindset properly. If he tries to force a crossover again without the right state of mind, it could truly be life-threatening."

"Right, right, right," Liu Erbao slapped his forehead, "I’ve got a pig brain. No worries, I’ll try to take on more work in the US in the future so I can go for drinks with you! An Si has been in the US for so many years. When the time comes, I’ll drag him along."

"Do we have a deal?" Ren He asked with a smile.

"A deal it is!" Liu Erbao and An Si said in unison.

This time, when Ren He left, he didn’t say much to Liu Bing and the others. He only mentioned that he was going overseas to study and that if they encountered any problems, they could email him at any time. After all, there was a time difference and it wasn’t always convenient to make phone calls.

However, Ren He wasn’t in the habit of checking his email frequently, so he reminded them that if they sent an email and he didn’t reply, it meant he hadn’t had the chance to look at it yet.

The Qinghe Club shone brightly in their first year of high school, setting up their own scholarships and earning tens of millions in revenue. Now that Ren He was leaving, it was as if they had lost their core, having just climbed Mount Everest together.

The first club from No. 4 Middle School to reach the summit of Mount Everest—this achievement alone was enough to make the Qinghe Club the coolest existence within the school.

However, for Ren He, what he truly left behind wasn’t the "killer game" nor the experience of summiting Mount Everest, but the manifesto he wrote.

What he didn’t know was that long after his departure, no matter how much time had passed, the most striking thing left in the Qinghe Club was still that handwritten manifesto. That was the most enduring legacy.

But since he had already left the Qinghe Club, he didn’t plan to meddle too much in its affairs, just as he had thought when he left the teaching village: his life moved too fast for others to keep up with. Thus, all the experiences, events, and people that appeared in his life were merely part of the scenery on his journey. He had done enough for the Qinghe Club: for a thousand miles, I accompany you for only one stage; from then on, I don’t concern myself with snowstorms or sunny days.

To live well or not, that was down to one’s own fate. Ren He couldn’t possibly help anyone for a lifetime.

After agreeing to meet in the US with Liu Erbao and the others, Ren He walked through the security checkpoint without looking back. At that moment, An Si seemed to understand the description of Ren He by that female journalist named Safety in the Chinese travel magazine: We tried to stop him, but no one could keep up with his pace. We could only watch his solitary figure walk away. That figure was so lonely, so lonely that at one point, I even thought he was a hero at the end of his road.

At this moment, An Si had a sensation that Ren He’s pace had already outstripped the era, leaving even him and Liu Erbao with nothing but a receding back to gaze upon.

However, An Si knew that the feast they shared with Ren He would not dissipate.

"I keep feeling an emptiness inside now that Ren He has left," Liu Erbao muttered softly.

"We can only hope he’ll adjust his state soon and embark on a new journey," An Si said.

"I don’t know why, but lately, I’ve been wanting to leap off the roof of my abandoned factory building using the ’Leap of Faith’..."

An Si fell silent for two seconds: "Me too..."

The two exchanged a glance and then burst out laughing as they walked out of the airport terminal.

...

Ren He lounged in his first-class seat, listening to the sweet voice of the flight attendant on the broadcast: "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this is Air China flight CA983 bound for New York, United States. The journey will take 13 hours and 25 minutes. If you need any assistance during the flight, please press the help button near you. Now, please fasten your seat belts as the flight is about to take off. We wish you a pleasant journey."

In his past life, he had gone to UC Berkeley on the west coast of America as an exchange student for a year because of Ren, so this trip was a bit of a revisitation for him. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help feeling nervous.

Ren He mulled over Yang Xi’s text message again and again in his mind. What struck him most was Yang Xi’s self-reproach: blaming her family circumstances for making Ren He travel miles and fight against all odds to reach Capital Fourth Middle School, only to find out that she herself was going to study in America.

It seemed as though Ren He was chasing after her, accompanying her every step of the way, and as time went by, guilt would set in Yang Xi’s heart. She would wonder if Ren He was still willing to chase her endlessly.

But the reality was that be it Su Ruqin, Yang En, or even Yang Xi, they all underestimated Ren He’s perseverance.

He loved Yang Xi’s character and personality, a love that had long since transcended mere appreciation of exterior beauty. He loved how she braved a journey to a 6000-meter altitude camp just to tell him that she supported him. Her stubbornness was just like Ren He’s own.

Ren He not only wanted to give himself a profound and intense love but also wanted to give the same to Yang Xi.

Some people’s emotions can be worn down by time, but Ren He felt that, setting aside his past life, his current mindset was already mature and he had seen enough of the world. His remaining emotions were only enough to love this one person for a lifetime.

If he even lost this love, he didn’t know what the point of being reborn was.

Some people, including An Si and Liu Erbao, didn’t understand his mindset. Was it worth it for one woman?

Ren He felt it was worth it. After all, being happy is what matters most.

The massive plane roared as it took off from the runway, and Ren He blankly gazed out the window before unconsciously falling asleep. He dreamt he was stirring things up in the new land of America, wearing a Red Scarf and loudly singing "I Am the Successor of Communism".

When Ren He woke up, he was amused and bewildered by his dream. What kind of dream was that?

...

At that time, Xia Yuting walked into Ren He’s Courtyard House in Liu Hai Alley wearing a T-shirt and shorts. After seeing Fang and Mrs. Wang, she greeted them with a smile, "Fang, Mrs. Wang, are you busy?"

"Oh, the big star is here! We’ve been watching the martial arts TV series you’re in these past few days. You performed marvelously!" Mrs. Wang’s eyes twinkled with joy when she saw Xia Yuting. She truly felt that her employer was extraordinary, having stated that he would be abroad for a long time as soon as he left the country, and all his friends were high-class figures. Xia Yuting, standing before them, was currently one of the most popular actresses in the industry, inundated with so much work that she could hardly keep up, and with offers flying in like leaves.

Thinking back, she once had to fight tooth and nail for roles, but now she could pick and choose at will.

Indeed, she was different now, and one role in Kunlun had changed her destiny.

Even in Ren He’s previous life, this was the case. Jin Yong’s works had made many actors famous...

Xia Yuting smiled and asked, "Where’s Ren He? He’s back from Tibet, isn’t he?"

She was following Knight, wasn’t she? While others might need to stake out at the airport, she didn’t have to; she could just come knocking. She had been filming recently, and as soon as she returned to the Capital, she came here. She didn’t even know why as soon as she got home, she felt the need to visit Ren He’s place, as if her feet had carried her there on their own volition.

Fang chuckled, "The young master has gone abroad to study and said he won’t be back for a while."

Gone abroad, Xia Yuting stood there, stunned, as she gazed at the lush walnut tree in the courtyard. Those spots of sunlight that filtered through the leaves onto the ground seemed like cool raindrops...

Xia Yuting smiled feebly, "No worries, we’ll talk when he returns to the country."

Her smile was a bit forced, as if their fate was destined to be a series of missed connections.

...

I was busy until 9:30 pm sending off guests, and there’s more to come; tonight I’ll be staying up late to write.