"Uncle, are you busy?" Gigi’s cute little voice came through, with a hint of coquettishness.
"Not busy at all." Anton Miller leaned back in the chair, casually grabbed a pillow and put it on his lap, displaying a relaxed and happy smile, "What are you up to? Have you been studying well recently? Finally thought of calling me?"
"Yes, there’s so much to study, I’ve always missed you, okay? Can you play a game with me?" The little guy issued an invitation directly, with the last sentence being the key.
Anton Ford asked, "Now?"
"Yeah, my classmates are all too weak, they’re no fun at all, totally not my match."
"Thank you, Master Gigi, for thinking highly of me." Anton Miller readily agreed, "Then let’s connect."
"Alright!" The little one was very happy, "Uncle, I’m hanging up now! Don’t hold back, we’re going to have a battle to the death!"
"Okay."
The call ended and uncle and nephew connected to start the battle, which lasted for three hours.
Anton Miller seldom encounters opponents usually, and in his view, those kids at the club are also very weak.
At this time, the news of his ex-girlfriend Lacy jumping into the river occupied the headlines, and topics about him were also skyrocketing.
Until Anton Miller realized it was getting late, he said to Gigi, "Master, you should go to bed, you have homework tomorrow."
"Finish this round." The kid was very immersed, "Uncle, can you play with me every weekend?"
"If you win this round, I’ll promise you, otherwise I don’t want to play with someone too weak."
"Don’t be like that!" Gigi was not confident, especially facing the champion today, "You can’t bully a kid!"
Anton Miller chuckled, "Where’s Dolly?"
"Went out to play."
"Grandma?"
"Grandma took Dolly out to play."
Due to the time difference, it’s still broad daylight over there.
After this game ended, Anton Miller said goodbye to Gigi, then went upstairs to bathe, the warm yellow-lit bathroom echoing with the sound of water...
Thinking about those online scandals, his mood was still very gloomy.
Half an hour later, he emerged wearing a white bathrobe.
Taking a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, he poured half a glass into a goblet, then stood alone by the window.
Whenever night falls, living alone in such a big villa, Anton Ford always felt a bit lonely.
Drinking wine and looking at the night outside the window, nobody knew what he was thinking, but his mood was definitely not good.
His short black hair always carried a bit of defiance, his handsomeness always exuded a hint of danger.
Girls nowadays all liked guys with a bit of a bad boy charm, Anton Ford looked like a playboy, but girls close to him could feel he had a hint of asceticism.
He seemed to pass through a sea of flowers but never getting attached, as if no one could stir his heartstrings.
In other words, his heart never opened up to anyone.
He might be waiting, but he didn’t even know what exactly he was waiting for...
The night deepened.
After having a drink before sleep, Anton Miller quickly fell into a deep sleep lying on the bed.
Just past midnight, he entered a dream—
As if riding a time machine back to his sophomore year in high school—
The towering white teaching building, the science museum, the large sun-dappled basketball court.
He wore a white jersey, sweating with his friends, his figure darting through light and shadow, at the time his shooting skills were already first-class.
"Wow!!"
"So amazing!!"
"Anton! Anton! It’s Anton!"
Anton Miller dribbled the ball, leaping and scoring several times no matter how far.
Even his gesture of wiping sweat was incredibly cool, he was immune to the enthusiasm of the surrounding girls watching, as he usually wouldn’t give them a second glance.