There was a slight "beep, beep" sound next to my ear. The sound was very familiar, like the notification sound when the original world bracelet communication message came...
Witt finally blinked his eyelids twice, opened his eyes, habitually slapped his right hand to his side, and patted it on the heat-sensing bed frame made of titanium alloy light gold, and the balance control system of the whole room immediately started to run silently. , the environment suitable for sleeping was adjusted from a low and dark room color to a warm light for waking up early, the temperature increased by 3.5, and the humidity decreased by 10.4, the intelligent system of the sink was turned on immediately, and the toiletries were immediately in place.
He rubbed the hair on his forehead in doubt, and looked around—from everything around him, this was his bedroom in the East Building. This pavilion faces the sea, which can give people a good mood every day, so Witt has spent the most time in recent years.
When he walked to the sink, he only needed to take off his body, open his arms and open his mouth, and the intelligent system would clean his body and mouth immediately. Afterwards, he always got used to stepping into a half-swimming pool, watching the slowly drawn curtains open the beautiful scene of the sky and the sea, adding a bit of brilliance to this another mediocre day.
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After taking a shower and just putting on the clothes selected from the light screen, the butler Russell informed the owner through the internal communication system on the wall: "Master Witt, Mrs. and Master stayed in the East Building last night, and the two of you are already waiting for you in the restaurant on the first floor Let's have breakfast."
Hearing this, Witt was not half happy, but sighed heavily.
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Going down the spiral staircase, you come to the dining area on the first floor. As expected, two parents and adults are sitting at both ends of the dining table in a dignified manner.
Witt had already gotten used to everything in front of him, and sat in the middle of the dining table expressionlessly. After Russell laid out the tablecloth for himself meticulously, he began to eat his own breakfast. During this process, the two parents were talking without saying a word, and most of the content was old-fashioned, and it only made a "buzzing" sound in Witt's ears—
"I heard that your scientific research institute has made a breakthrough in the project of gene grafting and evolution?" Mother asked blankly.
"Yes, our human gene grafting on a white monkey has worked. That monkey has started to learn language, and now it is able to communicate with us in English." The father replied indifferently.
"When will this project be commercially available? You have been researching it for ten years, and my family has invested more than 10 billion in it. You have to know when to stop."
"Of course I know. Otherwise, why would I be working day and night? Today's breakthrough is unprecedented. Just wait and see."
"Very well, this way my father will look at you differently—you also know that when you marry into my family, my father has always been jealous. You haven't done anything for ten years, and Witt is not outstanding. In the family, the three of us have always looked up to you." I can’t get my head up. I’m just waiting for you to commercialize your research as soon as possible, so that you can win for us!”
"I know all about it." The father's tone was obviously suppressed.
However, Witt, who had been used to all this for a long time, finally got up and left this meaningless breakfast after swallowing a strawberry.
"Is this ready to eat?" The mother turned the conversation to her son.
"Eat." Witt lowered his head, moved his chair and prepared to turn around.
But his mother stopped him: "What have you been up to lately? - You still have to find a few serious things to do for yourself. If you can't, just go to any company in the family to find a job. It's not an option to do nothing like this every day." .”
"Your mother is right." Father also turned his head, "Born into a family with such excellent genes, it shouldn't be so mediocre. You can't embarrass us too much."
Only when it came to preaching to themselves did parents stand on the same side, Witt was used to it. He said "hmm" twice, didn't want to stay any longer, and walked away.
At this time, both parents stood up together. Mother turned her head and said to him: "Witt, you don't seem to be patient enough to listen to our lectures. Are you ready to leave our side?"
Witt was stunned for a moment, not yet ready to answer. The father said again: "No, it won't. Witt will never leave this family. He is too mediocre. If he leaves this life, he really has nothing."
It felt like a sharp arrow passed through his throat, which only made him feel uncomfortable. Wit frowned—from the moment he woke up, he realized that this was just an illusion. A disgusting fantasy!