Almighty Star Daddy

  Chapter 470 Similar People in Different Worlds

  Everyone moved their things first, and the plane did not take off immediately. Agra proposed to bring the crew to celebrate the film's success. Everyone has indeed been suffocated these days and all agreed to Agra’s proposal.

  Han Mo did not attend the celebration banquet together because of more important things.

  It is the hottest time in the noon when the sun shines directly on the ground, and layers of heat waves rise from the ground far away.

  Han Mo walked alone on the streets of India. Compared with Beidu, the streets here seem to be much behind.

  He is not hanging out, nor is he trying to feel the customs of India. Han Mo refused the celebration banquet because he has an important friend to see, a friend he has never met.

  Han Mo stood at the door, looking at the training room through the glass window.

The training room is not big. To be precise, there is not a spacious training field that Han Mo used in filming, but there are constant sounds of body hitting the ground and the girls' roars in order to concentrate their attention. .

  Han Mo stood outside the window for a while, attracting the attention of the Indian men in the training room.

  "Mr. Han?" The middle-aged man standing in the training room was stunned when he saw Han Mo outside the window, and then called him tentatively.

  Han Mo nodded, walked around the door, and gently opened the door.

  The Indian man was not tall, with dark skin and a beard, strode towards Han Mo, extended a powerful hand, and took the initiative to shake hands with Han Mo.

   "I thought you would look older, but I didn't expect to be so young." The Indian man's eyes showed an incredible expression.

  Han Mo smiled.

The Indian man continued, "I knew your name for a long time. I heard it all. I rarely watch TV and don't have time to watch movies, so I don't know anything about news." The man was a little embarrassed, and his tone of voice was self-deprecating. .

   "That's because you spent all your time doing more meaningful things." Han Mo admired the man in front of him very much.

  The Indian man smiled, with a middle-aged figure and a slightly raised belly, but his eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

  He asked Han Mo to sit by and poured a cup of tea for Han Mo.

  Han Mo was a little surprised that he started from observing the training room outside the window, and then walked in, standing, walking, and sitting in this not-so-large room, without attracting the attention of any girl in training.

  Maybe for these girls who sweat on the training grounds, training is what they care about most. Except for training, everything is irrelevant.

The man saw that Han Mo was observing the girls in training, and said with a smile, “Many people are asking me why it’s too shameful to let girls learn to wrestle. Those who say this include my neighbor, I Friends, and the children’s teachers and classmates."

  Han Mo shook his head slightly, "There is no shame in this. Your actions are great. You have changed the destiny of the children. Those who oppose you will understand one day that you are right to do so."

"Haha, I don't care if they will identify with me, I just hope that my daughters can be good enough to have their own lives, instead of pinning their youth on others." The Indian man's dark eyes looked towards working hard. The girls who are training have pride in their eyes.

  At this moment, Han Mo can feel that in his heart, these children are the best girls, even better girls than boys.

"How are the children's grades?" Han Mo asked casually. He knew that now India does not allow girls to engage in sports. It is very shameful to cut hair and wear sports shorts. It is impossible to be accepted and not suitable. Without the support of people around them, their training is lonely and difficult.

  Han Mo is not sure whether girls can achieve results in India in this world.

   What he did not expect was that his voice just fell, and the Indian man’s eyes flickered, "I can guarantee that no boy in the entire Haryana State can beat my daughters."

   "Oh~ that's really good. Haven't you thought of letting the kids go one step further?" Han Mo asked.

  At this moment, the Indian man sighed for a long time, “A formal game requires some formalities. For us, it’s a little troublesome.”

  The Indian man didn’t say it directly, but Han Mo knew what the trouble he was having, and more clearly, what these obstacles meant to the girls on the training ground.

  Han Mo knew that any comforting words were useless now, and any words seemed so pale and weak to the sweaty children.

  It was just a momentary depression. The Indian man immediately smiled again, and the lines on his face became a bit deeper because of this smile.

The men looked at the training girls in the field with anticipation, "They all know what they should do now. They eat as much as boys every day and endure the same training intensity as boys. They surpass most male wrestlers of the same age. I am proud of them. They are the best. All their efforts now are to have a better life, and they can see a wider world in the future."

  Han Mo didn’t know if he had said these words to his daughters, but he was sure that his daughters must have felt these a long time ago.

  Han Mo talked with Indian men for a long time, which was different from the strictness during training. When talking with Han Mo, Indian men talked about their daughters, their faces were full of father’s love.

  Han Mo walked out of the training room alone. From beginning to end, the girls in training did not respond to his arrival and departure. They have been training every minute and every second.

  Han Mo knows that many people think that this is not for the ideals of the daughters, but that the father imposes his unfinished ideals on the daughters.

But Han Mo knows that this is not the case. If people insist on saying this, then the ideal of Indian girls is to marry a man whom they don’t know at all when they should be the most carefree and enjoy their youth in their teens. Does he wash and cook and wait for her in-law's house?

   Obviously not.

  So how can the daughters wrestling be said to impose the regret of not being able to win the international competition medals on the daughters? Isn't this the only way for daughters to change their destiny?

  Just like many children in backward rural areas in China, many of them are studying hard, because the college entrance examination may be the only way to change their destiny.

  In India, which has always favored boys over girls, women have always been disadvantaged. The rate of child marriage in India is as high as 47%. They are forced to marry when they are teenagers in exchange for wages for their parents.

  Some of the women who are discriminated against do not leave their homes, while others work in the countryside, dredge gutters in the city, move sand, clean the streets, etc., doing rough jobs that men don’t like to do.

  Unable to imagine, when someone wants to break the shackles of this inferior tradition on their own strength, it takes so much courage, so their father is not selfish, nor does he impose his ideals on them.

  It opens a new door for them, the door to a happy life, and every drop of sweat they put in on the training ground will be rewarded.

  Han Mo once again looked back through the glass to his father in the training room who strictly instructed his daughters to train.

   Silently rejoiced in my heart that in two different worlds, you can actually find similar people doing similar things.

  He recalled the excitement when he discovered this name in his heart.

  This man who may change the history of sports in India.

   Mahavira!

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