Genius Club
Chapter 1354 - 30: Guide to Roaming_2

Chapter 1354: Chapter 30: Guide to Roaming_2

"Well, Adams, it’s a pleasure to meet you, and I wish you a safe journey."

With that, he turned around, ready to pick up the clothes that Douglas had dropped on the ground.

"Mr. Einstein."

Adams pinched his fingers, timidly standing behind Einstein:

"To meet you here, on my last night in Mi Country, I believe it must be a gift of fate."

"May I... ask a favor from you?"

Adams scratched his head and smiled sheepishly:

"When I left England, my wife was pregnant. My child was born this March, a very healthy little boy."

"Congratulations," Einstein said flatly.

"The thing is, Mr. Einstein,"

Adams quickly walked around to stand in front of Einstein, eagerly saying:

"I have been looking forward to this child for a long time, but because the courses in Mi Country have kept me busy, I haven’t had time to return to England to see him... So, embarrassingly, until now, my son is almost a year old and still doesn’t have an official name."

"My whole family calls him ’Little Adams’, and they’ve been waiting for me to come back to give my son a real name."

"This is what I’ve always wished for too: to see his face and smile with my own eyes before giving him a name."

"But... as I’ve said several times today, meeting you here is fate’s arrangement! So, Mr. Einstein—"

"[Could you do me the honor of giving my son a name?]"

Adams clasped his hands together, eyes full of admiration.

However...

Einstein shook his head wearily:

"I’m sorry, child, as you can see, I am not in the right mood right now."

"Naming a child is a big deal, and it concerns the child’s whole life. As a father, you should wait until you return to England to see your baby with your own eyes before making such a decision."

Adams quickly clasped Einstein’s hand:

"Please, sir! Any name will do. I really hope my son can take you as an example, as an idol, and become a great person like you!"

"If he grows up knowing his name was given by you, he would certainly feel proud, and maybe under your guidance, he can realize his own life’s value!"

...

Adams was articulate, able to elevate the conversation and imbue it with values.

It seems that if he was not satisfied, he would pester here for a long time.

"Alright."

Einstein reluctantly agreed.

He took out the pen he always carried in his coat pocket and looked at Adams:

"Do you have any paper? I like to write on paper when I think."

Adams searched all over himself and shrugged helplessly.

No choice.

Einstein rummaged through his other pockets and found a folded piece of white paper.

He took it out.

It was the draft paper with the number [42] written on it.

Initially, he intended to show it to Douglas and discuss what exactly 42 means...

He had only calculated that the cosmic constant resulted in 42, but he had no idea why it was 42 or what significance it held.

Unexpectedly.

Douglas had left without giving him a chance to discuss anything.

Never mind, he would write on this paper.

Since Douglas had already left, this paper didn’t hold any significance anymore.

Einstein didn’t unfold the draft paper; he directly wrote the surname Adams on the fold.

Then, he paused, starting to think.

What name should be given to a little boy from England...?

It should be grand, simple; perhaps something a bit imposing, with a hint of mystery and an aura of authority.

The more he thought, the more complex his thoughts became, and he had no clear direction. Yet meanwhile, the figure that lingered in his mind became increasingly vivid...

Douglas.

That mysterious man who disappeared in the moonlight, a passerby who sowed hope in his life.

Nigh unconsciously.

Einstein’s right hand holding the pen moved, and he wrote the name Douglas on the left side of the white paper.

Beside him, the eagerly awaiting young Adams widened his eyes and read out the name on the sheet:

"[Douglas Adams!]"

He laughed heartily:

"Thank you, Mr. Einstein! What a great name! Douglas Adams... this will be my son’s name! That’s wonderful!"

At this moment.

Einstein snapped out of his memories of an old friend and realized, in a hazy daze, he’d actually written Douglas’s name...

Seeing the young man from England so happy, he didn’t intend to explain anything and just let things go as they would.

"Here you go."

Einstein put away his pen and handed the folded white paper with the newborn’s name to Adams:

"I wish you a smooth journey, Mr. Adams, and may your yet-to-be-met child be healthy and happy."

Afterward.

He bent down to pick up the clothes Douglas had dropped after leaving, without looking back, he entered the farm’s storeroom.

In the courtyard, the excited young Englishman blew white breath as he held the piece of draft paper Einstein named, as if cradling a shining gold Bible:

"What unbelievable luck! My son’s name was given by Einstein! No one would dare believe this when I go back and tell them!"

"But this paper... what exactly is it? Folded so many times, could there be any important information on it?"

Christopher Adams really did admire Einstein greatly.

He decided to open it up and have a look; if it was indeed something important, he would have to return it to Einstein.