In the early morning, a ray of sunshine streamed through a gap in the curtains,
illuminating the sleeping face of the young boy. Albert was not yet awake, but he
would soon be roused.
The door to the room on the second floor, near the stairs, was quietly pushed open.
A brown-haired girl poked her head in, her large brown eyes fixed on the sleeping
boy on the bed. She softly called out, "Albert, it's time to get up."
Seeing no reaction from the boy on the bed, the girl pouted unhappily, pushed open
the door, and walked in, followed by a British Shorthair cat.
"Tom, please." The girl picked up the Shorthair cat and placed him on the bed,
gently taking his tail and sweeping it across the boy's face a couple of times.
Albert, still sound asleep at first, reached out to push away the cat's tail. He
opened his eyes, looked at his mischievous younger sister, covered a yawn, and
greeted her, "Good morning, Nia!"
"Dad said he's taking us to London today," Nia said, blinking at Albert. "To get
your Eton College uniform custom-made and to buy the items on the list."
"Alright, alright, I got it. I'll change." Albert covered another yawn, picked up
the Shorthair cat who was stretching his claws on the bedsheet, placed him on the
floor, stretched, and began to change his clothes. He washed up and then headed to
the living room for breakfast.
"Were you up late again last night?" Daisy placed a hearty breakfast on the plate
in front of Albert.
"Son, we'd better hurry. Today's schedule is a bit full." Herb spread out the
letter from Eton College that had arrived a few days ago on the table, his face
beaming with pride.
It is well known that private schools in Britain are where elites are cultivated,
and Eton College is a leader among them. To enter this school, two conditions must
be met: talent and wealth.
The Anderson family were a middle-class family in Britain. The couple ran a law
firm, and they also had a good amount of savings.
As for Albert, he was considered a genius in everyone's eyes. Not only were his
grades excellent, but he had also participated in many inter-school competitions
and won awards.
Whether Albert was truly a genius, only he himself knew.
A genius?
No, Albert never considered himself one. Albert had a big secret unknown to others:
he was a transmigrator.
As for why he was given the title of genius, he himself was baffled.
A child who didn't know what a Rubik's Cube was could easily solve a scrambled
3x3 Rubik's Cube.
In the eyes of most adults, this was genius.
In fact, he could solve the Rubik's Cube only because he had played with it in his
previous life, knew its mechanism, and therefore knew how to solve it.
As for maintaining the image of a genius, Albert wasn't worried at all, because he
had the legendary golden finger.
Transmigrators come with golden fingers; online novels truly didn't lie to him.
This all started when Albert was seven years old and suddenly discovered a panel
in his mind.
The panel had two main functions: accepting quests and allocating skill points.
Sometimes, quests would appear, and upon completion he would gain experience or
skill points. Experience could be used to level up skills, while skill points
directly increased a skill by one level.
The first skill Albert possessed was English Mastery. He spent many years raising
this skill to Level 3.
If the English mastery of an ordinary Briton was Level 2, then a regular English
teacher would be Level 3.
As long as he maxed out his technology-related skills, Albert could become a
genius scientist.
Of course, Albert never wanted to become a scientist; he had no such desire in his
previous life either.
In his last life, he enjoyed reading and eventually became an ordinary online
novelist.
He had written a few books, accumulated a small amount of savings, lived a
carefree life, and did what he loved every day.
In other words, in his previous life, he was essentially a slacker.
As for how he transmigrated?
It was embarrassing to say.
One day, he was leaning on the sofa watching a Mr. Bean movie, casually picked up
an apple, and ate it while watching. Because the movie was so funny, he forgot he
was still chewing food and ended up choking to death on a piece of apple at the
age of thirty.
After waking up again, he found himself a baby. He lived in this family in a daze
for many years and then got another cat, also named Tom.
Of course, that name actually came from the cartoon Tom and Jerry.
When he was seven, the game panel suddenly appeared, making Albert question his
life, even suspecting for a time that he was an NPC in some game.
Later, since he never found any such beings as players, he regarded the panel as a
blessing that came with transmigration.
Transmigration plus a golden finger equaled being a winner in life.
Albert had no great ambitions. He felt it would be best if he could have a few
relationships after becoming an adult, a simple and easy job after graduating from
university, marry before thirty, and accumulate enough wealth to squander for a
hundred years, allowing him to live freely and without worries.
To achieve such a future, Albert already had a plan: he intended to enter Wall
Street in the United States after graduation. Relying on his maxed-out economic
skills plus remnants of his previous life's memories, he believed he could quickly
earn a lot of money.
However, panel skills were not easy to level up, especially after Level 2; each
level required a large amount of experience.
Albert needed to do quests to earn experience and skill points, and being accepted
into Eton College was one of those quests.
"Son, what are you thinking about?" Herb cut the steak on his plate with a dining
knife, looking at his daydreaming son.
"I'm thinking about what I want to do in the future," Albert said, stuffing a
fried egg into his mouth and speaking only after swallowing.
"So, what do you want to do in the future?" Daisy asked curiously. The couple
rarely heard their child talk about his dreams.
"Finance." Albert answered without hesitation.
"We thought you'd want to be a scientist or an astronaut." The Andersons looked at
each other.
"Finance makes good money." Albert looked up and said, "While we're at it, please
buy me a few books on economics. Consider it an early birthday present."
"Son, don't mislead your sister. Only capable people can make money in that
field." Herb's face twitched, and he coughed lightly into his fist. "Besides, our
family isn't poor."
"Alright, eat your breakfast. Less nonsense." Daisy interrupted. "Nia, remember to
drink all your milk."
"Oh." Nia didn't like drinking milk very much.
Life after rebirth was wonderful in every way: a lovely sister, a harmonious
family, a prosperous life, and a golden finger that could lead him to the pinnacle
of life.
If there was one thing that truly depressed Albert, it was British food.
Before, when he read online that Britain was a culinary desert, he was
half-skeptical, thinking most Britons simply preferred a simple and comfortable
life.
However, after experiencing it firsthand, he no longer doubted the truth.
After finishing their meal, helping to clear the dishes, and closing the doors and
windows, the Anderson family were ready to leave together.
Albert had just opened the Ford's car door, preparing to get into the back seat,
when he suddenly heard Nia exclaim in surprise beside him, "Look, is that an owl?"
The Andersons looked in the direction their daughter was pointing, puzzled, and
saw an owl flying toward them. As it passed over their heads, it dropped a letter
at Albert's feet.
At that moment, the expressions on the faces of the Anderson family froze.
An owl delivering a letter?
Since when did owls start moonlighting as postmen?