That evening wasn't just "calm"—it had that rare hush, like the city took a breather after a long week. Honest, sometimes the city feels like an overcaffeinated squirrel, but that night? Just... mellow. Li Wei strolled home, his brain kinda on autopilot but his hand always fiddling with that weird pendant in his pocket. Could've sworn the thing was alive, pulsing gently like it was singing a really quiet song only he could hear. Kinda freaky, kinda comforting, you know? Makes you wonder what other family heirlooms out there are hiding low-key superpowers.
Now, let me paint the picture in Li Wei's kitchen: Madam Li sitting there, not just waiting—she was practically vibrating with worry. Classic mom move, right? Hands all knotted up, staring holes into the door every twenty seconds. She probably did three loops around the kitchen before Li Wei even got his shoes off. And here's the friendly tip: moms have a sixth sense for Trouble Brewing.
Anyway, as soon as he walks in, she launches right into it, all gentle but urgent. "Sit down. We gotta chat." She didn't even wait for the kettle to boil—now, that's how you know it's real. And Li Wei? Dude tried to look chill, but you could see it—his foot's bouncing under the table like a drumline warming up. Cannot fake that level of anticipation.
So here comes the real bomb-drop: she starts talking about his dad—not the way people talk about some boring old accountant, but like his dad was some low-key action hero or maybe just a super-secret oddball. "Dangerous things," she says. Let's be real, what kid doesn't dream of their family having a mysterious past? Only... this wasn't the fun kind. It had that edge—the kind that leaves heavy footprints in the house and secrets stashed under floorboards.
And when she finally brought up everything—the pendant, the weird books, all the old trinkets—it was like all the puzzle pieces from Li Wei's childhood suddenly tried to force themselves together overnight. Stuff he ignored—boring warnings, that time she wouldn't let him keep that dusty old box, her crazy eyes when Dad's stuff came up. All of it now, crystal clear. Almost too clear, honestly.
She tells him flat out: danger's not just a thing in movies; his dad left him a legacy, and it's already waking up. That's wild, right? Imagine being told you're the inheritor of some secret war nobody bothered to prep you for. The pendant isn't just cool jade—it's more like some key, or an alarm bell, maybe both.
So, naturally, Li Wei pulls it from his pocket, awkward hands and all, and she stares at the thing like it might bite. "Your dad barely ever let go of it," she says, and for a second you can just see all those years—her watching, him hiding, nobody saying what they really wanted to say. Feels kinda heavy, when you think about it.
She wasn't dramatic about the warning. Pure tough-love, straight shooter: "You aren't just stepping into your father's shoes. You're about to walk into his whole mess." And you gotta respect her honesty. That's love, plain and simple—she's just trying to protect him, even now when it's way outta her control.
Li Wei tries to keep it together, says he's not scared. Typical, right? But what else are you gonna say in that moment? Sure, nerves are doing cartwheels in his stomach, but this was always more of a leap-before-you-look kinda kid. And his mom's hand over his? Warm, steady, like a little anchor in a world with shifting ground.
After that? Well, sleep was basically out of the question. The pendant glowed dim under his pillow, and the dude's dreams went full cinema mode—foggy mountains, weird shadows, cryptic whispers telling him to "find strength or be crushed." Nothing like some supernatural pep talk to ruin your REM cycle! He woke up drawn tight, heart pounding, but somewhere inside he gets it: stuff's about to get weird.
Honestly? The next day, you'd expect him to be a zombie at school. But nope—he's sharper, bouncier, almost like someone tuned up his reflexes overnight. Basketball practice? The guy was a machine—dodging, weaving, catching passes like he's got Spidey-sense. If you want to freak out your classmates, that's definitely one way to do it.
Of course, his buddy Zhang Jie is like, "Bro, what are you on?"—classic banter. Meanwhile, across the court, Chen Guang's giving him that soap-opera-villain glare, already plotting his revenge arc. There's ALWAYS a Chen Guang.
And that was just day one with the "legacy." Li Wei was buzzed on adrenaline—the pendant pulsing, secrets teasing him, destiny looming. Yeah, life was about to get wilder, crazier, maybe downright dangerous. But with his mom in his corner and mystery powers kicking in? He wasn't backing down. As far as Li Wei was concerned, bring it on.