Chapter 1

The noisy venue was a chaotic scene. Americans always boast about their high civic qualities, as if they were several stories tall, but today's scene here was rather ironic. This is the Angel Stadium of Anaheim, the home stadium of the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Today, they were swept in a very humiliating defeat, losing the game by a large margin. In terms of team performance, they were already at zero to three, and they were directly eliminated, just like being struck out.

Given the team's history and their respective strengths, such an outcome seemed to have been predetermined from the start. This "AB Battle" was never an equal match. The Boston Red Sox, who orchestrated this tragedy, have a long-standing rival in Los Angeles, but it's not the Angels of Anaheim; it's the Dodgers.

Lee Jung-myeong was wearing a baseball cap with a large "B" on it, not the "B" from some fancy headphones, but a single "B" printed on his forehead. Yes, Lee Jung-myeong is a Red Sox fan. As for why he is a Red Sox fan, it's simply because the Red Sox's stadium is close to his university campus, at least initially. If there were any other reasons, it might be that there were too many Red Sox fans at his school, and Lee Jung-myeong didn't want to be an oddball. In Korea, he mostly heard about the New York Yankees, given their glorious record, which was so dazzling that people often became fans of the winners. If someone dared to walk around the school wearing a cap with "NY" on it, they wouldn't be beaten up, but they would definitely receive cold stares from other students, as the Yankees are also the Red Sox's archenemies.

By the way, the name of the university is "Harvard."

The exit process was still ongoing, but Lee Jung-myeong remained calmly seated, not because his civility was higher than those Americans, but because his seat was closer to the front. Since he couldn't leave for the moment, he might as well sit and wait. Standing and crowding together would be far less comfortable.

"Tsk, bro," Kim Jae-young, who was sitting next to him, pointed at the crowded exit with his chin, looking amazed. "They say this is the City of Angels, but I haven't seen any angels; I've only seen a bunch of wild beasts."

"You'll get used to it," Lee Jung-myeong said nonchalantly, drawing a letter "T" in the air with his finger. "This is the City of Angels that can make even angels lose their way, 'Lost Angels.' Even if there were real angels, they would be lost here."

Unlike his cousin who had just arrived in the U.S., Lee Jung-myeong had been in the U.S. for five years, and these kinds of chaotic scenes were commonplace. He knew his cousin's personality well; he wouldn't be able to stay in a place like Boston, but this City of Angels had everything that could attract Kim Jae-young. It's not bad for young people to see more of the world, and UCLA is also a great school.

Kim Jae-young was absolutely in awe of his cousin. It wasn't just because his cousin was already a Harvard master's student at the age of 22, but more because of the memories from his childhood. From as far back as he could remember, his cousin seemed to be an all-powerful figure.

"If I threw a homemade bomb, I bet I could kill a hundred people or so," Kim Jae-young said, looking at the crowd with boredom. Koreans have a very contradictory attitude towards Americans, but Lee Jung-myeong had no such contradictions; his thoughts were always clear, and Kim Jae-young knew this, which is why he made such a bloody joke.

Lee Jung-myeong rolled his eyes, his cousin really said anything. However, Lee Jung-myeong himself had a strong dislike for Americans, even to the point of hatred. "Don't make jokes like that; it will scare these guys. Since the Twin Towers fell, Americans have been living in fear, and many things are as fragile as glass to them."

"Don't worry, they can't understand Korean," Kim Jae-young shrugged.

"You won't see such things happen here," Lee Jung-myeong patted his cousin's shoulder.

"Why?" Kim Jae-young asked curiously.

Lee Jung-myeong sneered, "Because those bearded guys can't afford the tickets."

The ticket prices for Major League Baseball games are always exorbitant. For example, Lee Jung-myeong and Kim Jae-young spent $3,000 to get in tonight, enough to form a small team and crash several buildings.

Kim Jae-young just pulled the corners of his mouth, shook his empty cup, and threw it on the ground. The ground was already a mess, and even in the so-called high-priced area, it was like a storm had passed through.

Lee Jung-myeong frowned at Kim Jae-young's action. "You'd better pick that up."

"Why?" Kim Jae-young looked around at the scene that resembled a garbage dump. "What's one more cup? Ha, ha, don't you know about the broken window effect? Even if something shouldn't be done, if enough people do it, it becomes acceptable. I'm not doing anything wrong."

Lee Jung-myeong shook his head. "Not only is it wrong, but it's also terribly wrong!"

Seeing Kim Jae-young's indifferent look, he sighed and continued, "Because you're a foreigner."

"On this land, Americans littering isn't a big deal. In this country with the highest crime rate in the world, Americans committing arson and murder isn't a big deal either. But if a foreigner litters, it will be seen as extremely low-quality. If a foreigner commits arson and murder here, it could even change the visa regulations for that country. That's why you're wrong."

"America, this place will teach you a lot. You're already twenty, and I'm not really worried about you, but I have to tell you these things. In Korea, you can fight, drink, and chase girls, but not here. Remember my strict orders; you're not even allowed to drink beer here."

Lee Jung-myeong rarely spoke so much, and whenever he did, it was in a completely didactic tone, which might be annoying. However, for people who didn't matter to him, he wouldn't bother with such long-winded speeches. But for his younger siblings, when he took this stance, it was always extremely serious.

After living in the U.S. for five years, Lee Jung-myeong knew that this place had the power to change a person's appearance. The various temptations would be hard to resist if he didn't have special self-control. Among the Lee, Kim, Min, and Cho families, Lee Jung-myeong was the oldest of this generation. The elders treated all the young people as children, except for Lee Jung-myeong. The young people of this generation also treated each other as peers, except for Lee Jung-myeong.

Kim Jae-young, who was nineteen and still in the last phase of his rebellious period, picked up the empty cup silently. He was the only one who listened to his cousin, but he squeezed the cup into a ball.

"What, are you sulking just because I said a few words?" Lee Jung-myeong looked at his taller brother, who was acting like a wronged little girl.

Kim Jae-young weakly replied, "For a moment, I thought it was my high school homeroom teacher. I thought I had come to America, but that woman was still haunting me, using you to wake me up, and she was always with me. Ah, life is as lonely as snow; I might never get out of it."

"Hey, you little brat, are you mocking me?" Lee Jung-myeong slapped Kim Jae-young's head.

The two of them played and fought, and finally left the stadium. Outside, some Red Sox fans who were celebrating on the spot started to provoke local Los Angeles fans. Some were fighting after drinking, and some were showing half their butts to others. Lee Jung-myeong couldn't understand how these Americans thought; this wasn't humiliating others; it was clearly inviting them to do something to them.

They drove and randomly found a roadside store, bought two cups of cola and fast food from the window, and ate in the car, solving their dinner. The place was where Lee Jung-myeong stopped because he saw it on the road, and Kim Jae-young ordered the food.

"You really have a child's taste," Lee Jung-myeong looked at the cola, burger, and fried chicken, realizing his brother was still a child. "Why are you drinking cola in America?"

When he first saw his cousin, who was already taller than him, Lee Jung-myeong was a bit stunned. He had been away from home for ten years, and each time he returned for the holidays, he stayed for only a few days, so he didn't see his cousin much. He didn't expect him to have grown up so much. When he was young, Lee Jung-myeong didn't have many opportunities to play outside; he mostly played with his brothers, and their bond was naturally strong. Kim Jae-young, who used to follow him around, was now a grown man.

"Didn't you just give me a strict order?" Kim Jae-young looked at the big "M" sign outside, wondering if there could be any alcoholic drinks sold here besides cola, burgers, and chicken nuggets, especially at a drive-through window.

"It's good if you can remember it." Lee Jung-myeong just wanted his brother to remember it for the atmosphere.

Kim Jae-young didn't respond to Lee Jung-myeong's words but asked, "Bro, do you have something on your mind?"

Since the game, Lee Jung-myeong had been distracted, and Kim Jae-young naturally noticed.

Lee Jung-myeong chuckled, "Just a bit nervous about going back."

"What do you mean?" Kim Jae-young, unlike his cousin who had lived in China for five years, didn't use such profound sentences in everyday Korean. He knew his cousin went to China at the age of fourteen, first to the imperial capital and then to the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. He vaguely remembered his cousin's high school, which was abbreviated as "Jinzhong."

"It means I'm about to go back, and I'm a bit nervous. I don't know if Korea is still the Korea I know." Lee Jung-myeong's young and handsome face showed a serious expression.

Kim Jae-young, who was eating, didn't see Lee Jung-myeong's expression and asked vaguely, "Bro, are you going back?"

Kim Jae-young had just arrived in the U.S. and was hoping his cousin would take care of him, but he didn't know his cousin was about to return to Korea.

Lee Jung-myeong reined in his expression, smiled, and asked, "Why stay here if I'm not going back?"

Unlike most Koreans, he had no American dream. After ten years of wandering, Lee Jung-myeong wasn't trying to achieve something in a foreign land; he was just preparing to make a difference when he returned to Korea.

"But why do you seem a bit unhappy? Going back is a good thing," Kim Jae-young looked puzzled. If his cousin went back, his aunt and uncle would be happy.

Lee Jung-myeong looked at the bright lights outside the car and remained silent for a long time.

He suddenly asked softly, "What if I go back and become a star, what do you think?"

"What?" Kim Jae-young exclaimed in surprise.

In the distance, a huge sign on a hill was shining brightly, "HOLLYWOOD"!

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