bookbashuk Chapter 177 Returning Home in Glory
Chapter 177 Returning Home in Glory
Chapter 177 Returning Home in Glory
After Jill entered the dream.
Two small tea tables were placed next to the French doors and windows of the balcony. On the left, on a wooden rattan chair, Ryan's figure quietly appeared.
"A prodigy, huh? — In a way, yes." He looked at the boy who was fast asleep, looking forward to what kind of brilliant performance the boy would give him tomorrow.
Because Parker and others plan to take Gil back to Abingham tomorrow to say a brief goodbye to his family, and then take him straight to London to be selected for the national team and receive the treatment of a national treasure.
"The story of a young man returning home in glory is a tale that never gets old, isn't it? Sweet dreams, Gil Xavier."
He recorded all the data related to the emotions Jill had previously displayed on parchment, then carefully put it away, offering a slight nod to the sleeping boy.
See you tomorrow. I look forward to seeing how you do.
The next morning.
Jill woke up in her opulent bedroom, carefully looking around to make sure she wasn't enjoying the luxury in a dream.
He got out of bed, kicked off his slippers, took a bathrobe from the middle of the wardrobe, put it on, opened the door, and walked out.
After finishing breakfast in the cafeteria, he saw Parker, who was eager to take him to London.
"Pack your things, we're going back to your home. From now on, you'll be shining on the international stage!"
"I can leave after changing my clothes!"
"Then hurry up! Run, young man! Time waits for no one! The more time you have, the sooner you'll become famous!"
The convertible sports car drove out of the building, swaggering through the city. The young man next to him recognized the person in the car as the young man who had sped away the day before.
Jill's swaggering departure left behind a legend in Oakmere, perhaps for many years to come. The young people would tell their brothers and sisters, their children, and their grandchildren: they once saw a man who ran incredibly fast.
This man was a nobody on the first day, but a tycoon on the second, riding in a convertible sports car on the main street of Oakham, flaunting his glory.
Perhaps it can inspire generations of sportsmanship to take root here.
Jill's bicycle was still locked on the public bench by the roadside.
But Jill was already speeding along the main road in a convertible sports car with government staff, heading towards Abingham.
During the journey, Jill finally remembered that there was a problem with her home telephone. After mentioning the problem, one of the officials accompanying her claimed that he had learned how to troubleshoot landline phones and assured Jill that he would take care of everything.
Jill was naturally extremely grateful.
As he drove his convertible onto Abingham Road, he attracted a lot of attention.
"Unbelievable! This is incredible! Isn't that Jill from so-and-so's family?!"
"That's right, now he's driving a nice car! Back in the day, I knew he was destined for greatness even when he was a kid!"
"Yes, yes. Back then, we all thought he would definitely achieve great success and stand out from the crowd when he grew up!"
At this moment, the driver clearly knew how to read the atmosphere and deliberately slowed down the convertible's speed, making it slightly faster than a normal person walking, so that a normal person could keep up with the convertible's speed by jogging.
So along the way, many people jogged along, clinging to the side of the convertible to talk to Jill.
In this harmonious and friendly neighborhood atmosphere, they arrived at Jill's doorstep.
At her doorstep, Jill rang the doorbell and prepared to stroll inside, wanting to show that she was now a "boss".
"You incomprehensible idiot! I already told you! What are we going to do if the phone doesn't work! It was working perfectly fine the day before yesterday!" He was met with a barrage of accusations from his father.
Jill wanted to be angry, but found that her father's behavior was exactly what she had expected.
That's alright then.
People have gotten used to it.
"Father, I've already asked someone to come and check our telephone!" he said loudly.
"I told you! It was working fine the day before yesterday, why isn't it working now!"
"Can someone help us take a look?" Jill said, trying to suppress her father's voice, while inviting several government employees who had come with her into the house.
The person who knew how to repair landlines took the phone apart, but before he could even start testing it, a roar came from his ear.
"You incompetent bastard! Hanging out with a bunch of parade people! And you dare to tear my things apart! Do you want to die?!"
"If you dare touch me again, I'll kill you! You're the one in the wrong! Don't think you're a human being just because you're wearing a suit!"
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Parker looked at Jill with a questioning look in his eyes, as if to ask: Is this reasonable?
"That makes sense, absolutely right"—Jill, in a good mood, didn't care about his father's words at this moment, because he had more confidence now.
It's like if you told Louis XVI that he wasn't good at Latin, that he spoke Latin very poorly, Louis XVI would just smile slightly.
But if you tell Louis XVI that there's a limit to joking, he'll really be on edge.
Parker was momentarily stunned. He had always thought that talented children like him would be born into a family with a good family atmosphere, because if the family atmosphere was bad, even a talented person would be worn down and lose their talent.
But it doesn't matter. As a government employee, a lowly public servant, he has plenty of ways to deal with these kinds of people.
"Hello, Mr. Xavier. We are not scoundrels; we are public servants from the Lateran County government. Although we serve the people, we hope you can give us some dignity."
As he spoke, Parker showed his identification.
Seeing the words "Head of Education and Sports, Rutland County" on the credentials, old Xavier shut his mouth, changed his expression to one of obsequiousness, and gestured to warmly welcome this public institution to visit.
One of the men, who knew a bit about landline repair, took the landline apart, fiddled with it for a bit, and dialed the number again. This time, the phone worked.
"It's fixed now. It was just a bad connection in the dialing wire in the phone," he told Jill.
Before Jill Xavier could reply, old Xavier exclaimed enthusiastically, "I knew my son was something! He's made a few friends! We absolutely have to have a simple meal at home today!"
"No need, Mr. Xavier. I brought Mr. Gil and his colleagues here so that Mr. Gil can say goodbye to you. He needs to go to London to showcase his talents on the international stage," Parker said calmly, taking back his credentials.
Old Xavier's expression changed drastically, then drastically, and then drastically again.
Jill, standing to the side, was indeed dissatisfied with her father's past behavior, but ultimately, it was a father-son relationship, and she was able to get used to this rather rough relationship.
But undeniably, seeing his father with that expression towards him made him feel much happier than winning over a beautiful girlfriend.
He felt that his body was full of power, and his blood was flowing in his veins like magma accumulating power before a volcanic eruption, ready to burst forth with endless heat and potential energy.
He wished he could go out and run a couple of laps right now.
He felt that he had inexhaustible energy now, just like yesterday when he was extremely happy.
Beside him, Ryan stood quietly, with parchment floating in front of him and a quill pen in his hand, recording his observations.
No one could see him; no one could realize that someone had been following them all along.
Words appeared on the parchment:
[Experimental Sample No. 11, Name: Gil Xavier, Gender: Male, Age: 18, Social Status: Lower Class, Family Background: Ordinary]
[Experiment Objective: To verify the relationship between magic and emotions, and to verify whether ordinary people are immune to magic.]
【Experimental Procedure: ——·】