We asked you to make tokusatsu films, and you actually became Ultraman?

After dropping off the office worker Yun downstairs, Su Mo waited quietly by the restaurant entrance.

After the office worker Yun finished recounting the conversation in the restaurant, Su Mo couldn't help but widen her eyes, her tone full of amazement.

"Wow, is that really how it is?"

A gentle evening breeze rustled through the roadside trees, swirling up a few fallen leaves. Su Mo gazed at the young man before her, her eyes softening, her voice tinged with nostalgia:

"This scene reminds me of when we first met."

The office worker Yun was slightly taken aback, her brows furrowing gently, full of confusion.

"Just met?"

"Yes, that was two years ago when you first joined the newspaper." Su Mo looked up at the churning sea in the distance, lost in memories of the past. After a pause, she slowly spoke:

"When I interviewed new recruits, I specifically asked you a question, do you remember? I asked you, what was your initial motivation for deciding to become a journalist?"

A simple question instantly brought the office worker's thoughts back to the sweltering summer of two years ago.

At that time, he had just graduated from school, full of enthusiasm and ambition. He stepped into the newspaper office with his resume in hand, his eyes full of longing for the future.

As a senior interviewer, Su Mo sat at the desk and earnestly inquired about his initial motivation for entering the journalism industry.

He gave a very confident answer at the time, and when he got home, he wrote that sentence on a yellow sticky note and posted it in the most conspicuous place in his home.

  

But day after day, he was worn down by the monotonous work and consumed by endless overtime. That sticky note had long been casually thrown into the trash can, along with his youthful ambition, buried in the trivialities of life.

My memory is hazy; the answer is stuck on the tip of my tongue, but I can't quite make it out clearly.

"Remember it quickly..."

In the depths of my heart, it seemed as if a gentle voice was urging me on.

The next moment, the surrounding scenery blurred, and the office worker Yun seemed to return to the time when he wrote down his dreams. He held a black pen in his hand, and the nib fell on a small sticky note, where he solemnly wrote down the goal in his heart word by word.

The vow that had been buried deep in my heart for so long uncontrollably slipped out of my mouth:

"My dream is to report a single exclusive story that goes viral across the country!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the illusion before my eyes slowly dissipated, returning to the evening breeze downstairs.

Su Mo's eyes lit up, and she nodded with a smile, her expression full of satisfaction.

"That's right, that's the sentence. Even after two years, I still remember it clearly."

One sentence left the overworked office worker standing there dumbfounded, a tightness gripping his chest.

Since my predecessors can remember my ideals so well, why do I choose to forget them? Why did I throw the sticky notes filled with my dreams into the trash can without hesitation?

If Yunyu hadn't found that sticky note, that note containing her dreams might have been lost forever...

The daily grind and endless mundane routines gradually wore down his edges. He began to habitually belittle himself, attributing all his frustrations to the harshness of reality, and naturally lost his initial enthusiasm.

Su Mo saw through his inner struggle and confusion at a glance. She walked slowly to the railing, facing the vast sea. The salty and humid sea breeze blew in her face, lifting her long black hair, which swayed gently in the evening breeze.

She gazed at the surging tide and spoke softly:

"After being repeatedly washed away by the torrent of reality, youthful dreams do seem small and fragile, as if they are not worth mentioning at all."

However, the heavy burden of reality is never an excuse for us to abandon our original aspirations.

Su Mo turned around and stared intently at Yun, the dejected office worker.

"Once a person chooses to admit defeat, they will be completely swallowed up by a mediocre life and will no longer have the courage to move forward."

So whenever you feel like giving up, please tell yourself to keep going!

These few words, like a thunderclap, shattered all the self-comforting excuses of the overworked office worker.

He always finds all sorts of reasons to back down...

I'm just an ordinary, unambitious office worker. I'm just a regular person. Back then, when I dared to speak out about my ideals, it was just youthful arrogance.

But all of these are just excuses to cover up cowardice.

It's never reality that crushes dreams; the only person who truly loses their original aspirations is themselves.

Su Mo watched his expression change quietly, knowing that he had resolved the knot in his heart. She couldn't help but smile, quickly walked to his side, raised her hand and patted his back hard, the force crisp and strong.

"Stop wallowing in self-doubt, move forward, Yunyu!"

The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed against the rocks on the shore again and again.

The office worker Yun suddenly raised his head, all the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and a bright fire was rekindled.

Just then, the sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, a strong wind swept through the streets and alleys, and that familiar oppressive darkness once again enveloped the entire city.

Hipporito Fusion Beast descended once more, and this time his penis had grown back, and there were no signs of injury on his body, as if nothing had ever happened.

At the same moment, the dormant Sylvia star chart on the chest of the office worker Yun lit up, the third star shone brightly once again, and a warm power spread from his chest to his limbs.

He looked at the enormous black shadow appearing on the horizon, then turned to look at Su Mo beside him.

"I'm going to do what I can!" He paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and shouted with even greater determination:

"Do what a human being can do!"

Su Mo nodded vigorously against the strong wind, her eyes filled with worry, and finally couldn't help but throw herself into the arms of the corporate slave Yun.

"You must come back..."