Genius Club
Chapter 1346 - 27 Little Johnny_3

Chapter 1346: Chapter 27 Little Johnny_3

"Mr. Douglas!"

Little Johnny looked up at Lin Xian:

"Please let me be your servant, and follow you around!"

Lin Xian looked at the child kneeling on the ground, feeling amused and touched:

"Little Johnny, I already gave you a lot of money yesterday, didn’t I? Whether you want to move to another city or start a small business, it’s enough to last you a long, long time. Don’t cling to me here."

However.

Little Johnny pulled out a neatly stacked wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to Lin Xian with both hands:

"Sir, I don’t want the money; I haven’t spent a cent of it. It’s all here."

"I don’t want to spend my life aimlessly. I want to become powerful, prestigious, and live a meaningful life!"

He lifted his head, eyes firm, looking at the high and mighty Lin Xian:

"[Mr. Douglas, I want to be a person like you!]"

"I’m sorry, I can’t take you in."

Lin Xian shook his head:

"I advise you to leave this city quickly, otherwise, those black people will keep bothering you. I’ve been generous enough by giving you this money."

With that, he stepped over the kneeling little Johnny.

He opened the taxi door, got in, and drove away.

...

On the road, the taxi made a temporary stop at a department store.

Lin Xian bought a map of Brooklyn, a pair of binoculars, and a pen.

After preparing these items, he got back into the taxi and headed to the rooftop of the Williamsburg Savings Bank.

He stood where CC turned into Blue Stardust and disappeared, looking westward.

Yesterday.

The Space-Time Particle with its flashing blue light had flown in from the west.

"How did the Space-Time Particle actually come into being?"

He stood at the highest point in Brooklyn, picked up the binoculars, and looked westward from near to far.

From the bustling city streets, he sighted the sparsely populated suburbs.

He put down the binoculars.

Opened the Brooklyn map he just bought.

Lin Xian located his current position and traced the map with a pen, moving westward.

Soon, the pen stopped.

"The western suburbs of Brooklyn, the orphanage where CC was, and... Einstein’s Farm."

He unscrewed the pen cap and circled the location of Einstein’s Farm.

"Could that Space-Time Particle have come from Einstein’s Farm?"

Although this guess seemed a bit far-fetched.

At least from the flight direction of the Space-Time Particle and the linear trajectory, it was likely.

"Surely not..."

Lin Xian squinted his eyes:

"The Genius Club President, the creator of the Millennium Stakes, the origin of everything...is it truly this historical Einstein?"

He sighed.

As feared, what was feared had come.

But, thinking too much about it now wouldn’t help.

Once November 5th arrives, and he meets Einstein at the farm as scheduled, the truth will be revealed.

As evening approached, he returned to the hotel.

Finding little Johnny still curled up, squatting in the corner by the entrance, looking toward him with hopeful eyes.

But Lin Xian ignored him.

Went straight into the hotel.

The next day, November 4th, little Johnny still sat there waiting...

On the third day, November 5th, little Johnny was still there waiting...

Oh boy.

Lin Xian felt this little boy was somewhat like the devoted seeker of wisdom stories he had heard before.

He packed his things at noon, ready to head to Einstein’s farm for the appointment, and stepping out of the hotel, he saw little Johnny still squatting in the usual spot.

Lin Xian walked over:

"Even if you squat here for a lifetime, nothing will change."

Little Johnny stood up, looking at Lin Xian:

"Mr. Douglas, my parents died early, no one ever taught me how to live life, how to make life meaningful."

"You are the only one in all of Brooklyn... who was willing to save me, willing to talk to me. I have no intention of pestering you, but if you could, might you give me direction in life? I also want to live proudly and greatly like you."

Lin Xian exhaled heartily.

Looking down at this hunched and hungry-thin little boy:

"Do you still have any impressions of China?"

"Yes!"

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"When my parents took me away from China, there was war everywhere, life was very poor, people didn’t have enough to eat..."

"That’s right, but that’s your homeland."

Lin Xian said softly:

"If you want to live a meaningful life, to live proudly, then what you should do now is...study hard, learn all the knowledge you can here."

After a pause, Lin Xian continued:

"You can choose to wander and beg in Mi Country for a lifetime, or you can use the money I gave you to start anew; whether learning knowledge or a craft, learn everything you can in Mi Country, and then... return to China to build up your backward homeland."

"If you can do these things, Little Johnny, I would be very happy; in this era, there are many Dragon Country people marching forward on battlefields, and many patriots sacrifice luxurious lives abroad to return to their homeland to contribute strength."

"Since you could persist here for several nights, I believe if you apply this determination to studying, you will certainly achieve something; are you willing... to become a ship yourself, bringing advanced knowledge back to the backward homeland?"

"I am willing!"

Little Johnny’s eyes blazed, fists clenched:

"Mr. Douglas, I will not disappoint you! I will strive to make you my goal!"

Lin Xian patted little Johnny’s messy hair, smiling slightly, turned, and walked toward the taxi.

"Mr. Douglas!"

From behind, little Johnny suddenly shouted:

"Mr. Douglas! Will we meet again in the future?"

Lin Xian waved his hand behind his back:

"As long as you’re excellent enough, great enough, I’ll definitely see your name in the newspaper."

"Then you must remember my real name!" Little Johnny chased after him.

Lin Xian turned his head back:

"Aren’t you called Little Johnny?"

Little Johnny shook his head:

"That name was a nickname given by those black people... It’s a really unpleasant nickname, quite insulting. I was born in China, grew up in China, of course, I have a Chinese name."

Suddenly...

The kite string always tight in the back of Lin Xian’s mind seemed to flutter as if stirred by a gentle breeze, twitching briskly.

Little Johnny raised his head, grinning, revealing his clear white teeth:

"My surname is Ji! As in season! My name is—"

"Ji, Xin, Shui!"