"Clark, I thought you were hanging out with rugby clubs recently and didn't have much time to do extra social activities."

Eric said to Clark who came in.

"Sorry, I've been practicing more recently. Coach Watt said he wanted to prepare for next Monday's game, so..."

Clark explained to Eric awkwardly.

"I understand, sometimes you have to make some trade-offs."

Eric responded, looking at the paper in Clark's hand, "You're not here to persuade me to join the football team, right?"

“Not.”

Clark sat down and handed the paper to Eric.

“This is a form for the school’s blood donation activity.”

“Blood donation activity?”

Eric frowned, "You know, we are different from others."

"I know."

Clark showed a helpless expression on his face, "The blood donation event was hosted by Lana. She wanted to hand over this form to you, but she didn't find you after school, so I asked me to help transfer it, even though I explained to her that you are not suitable to donate..."

"oh."

Eric took the form and nodded, "Lana? I remember she wasn't bleeding? She drew her first blood in the seventh grade, but her legs became weak and she fainted. Now she is still hosting a blood donation activity?"

Looking at Clark's surprised expression, Eric's mouth raised to explain to him: "Don't be nervous, I'm not interested in Lana's private life. You told me about this at that time, didn't you?"

Before Clark could speak, Eric continued, "Let me guess how you reject Lana. 'It's not convenient, but you can help, such as finding someone else to attend or distribute small cookies.'"

"You seem to know everything, Eric."

Clark shrugged and took the "blood donation form" from Eric, "and will always 'hit' me just right."

"No, it's not about understanding you, but about 'you who are involved with Lana'. After all, anyone will see your ulterior motives about Lana."

Faced with Eric's teasing, Clark's expression was a little unnatural, "I just want to help her, as a good friend."

"Then you have to be careful, otherwise once you cross the boundary, you can't use friendship as a guise."

Although he had never been in a relationship, Eric still said to the "cheap brother" in the tone of "experienced".

After hearing Eric's words of teasing or encouragement, Clark nodded thoughtfully, stood up and prepared to leave.

But after hesitating for a moment, he stood up and a look of struggle appeared on his face.

"You look weird today, Clark."

"No, just..."

Clark sat down again and said to Eric, "I just saw you come in from outside with something."

"so what?"

Eric's expression remains unchanged.

"And I smelled a faint smell of blood from you."

Clark became a little hesitant and uneasy, "I don't know if you did those bad things, but Eric, you can't keep this happening all the time. I can't keep it for you. If my parents know about it, I don't know what will happen. I don't want to lie..."

"No one can tell the truth all the time, Clark, just like you won't tell Lana the truth about why you can't donate blood."

Eric's expression, Gujing Wubo, "This is the price we pay for our abilities."

"I know I can't convince you."

Clark stood up slightly disappointed, "It's getting late, I think I have to go back first."

"Clark!"

Eric called out to the elder brother who was about to leave, "Sometimes, you can't trust your eyes because your eyes will deceive people. Pay attention to the people around you!"

“…”

Clark was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Eric said.

Will the eyes deceive themselves?

Pay attention to the people around you?

What's the meaning?

This sentence kept hovering in his mind, so that Clark, who had always been sleeping well, would not fall asleep late.

......

The next day, in the afternoon.

Kent Farm.

"I said...Jonathan, don't use the toilet upstairs, the toilet is blocked, and I have to spend a lot of effort to clean it up."

Martha shouted to her husband while sitting at the dining table calculating income and expenses.

"Sorry, I didn't notice."

Jonathan explained to his wife a little embarrassedly, "I will fix it."

"You don't have the talent of a plumber, Jonathan."

Martha looked up, "At most, only the talent of electricians and agricultural machinery maintenance workers."

"Can I think this is your praise for me?"

Jonathan entered the toilet with the tools and turned around and said to his wife.

"call......"

Martha was not interested in joking with her husband.

Looking at the serious overspending data on the bill, he let out a heavy breath.

"It seems that the bank loan business is going to be put on the agenda."

Just as I was worried about how to avoid being overwhelmed by high profits after the loan, several uninvited guests came to the farm.

Several middle-aged men in suits and ties came to Kent Farm accompanied by Neil.

"You're looking for Eric?"

"Yes, but you, as guardians of Eric Kent, have no problem discussing a publishing contract with us."

The middle-aged man who introduced himself as "Metropolitan University Press" explained to Jonathan and Martha with a smile.

"etc......."

Jonathan asked the other party with some confusion: "What do you mean is that you have a crush on Eric, that is, my son's contribution, and want to discuss publishing a book with him?"

"In fact, it was Mr. Eric's manuscript recommended to us by Ms. Neil. It was full of strange imagination and incredible immersion, and we thought it had extremely high commercial value. Given that Mr. Eric had no book broker, we had to visit us."

The middle-aged man from the publishing house replied patiently.

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Martha and Jonathan turned their quest to Neil, and received the other's affirmative look.

"This... can we take a look at Eric's manuscript?"

Martha asked the other party in disbelief.

She never thought that her youngest son would publish a book. Although she often saw Eric writing and painting on weekdays, she thought that it was just his leisure interest.

Martha took the manuscript from the other party in a daze and browsed it roughly.

Just like before, although I felt a sense of feeling in my heart when I was confused, I was not infected by the text, but more like a meaningless physiological reaction.

No matter how you look at it, you don’t think it is a work with any “commercial value”.

"We have to wait for Eric to come back before we can discuss the publishing contract with him, after all, this is his work."

Although he was filled with doubt and shock, Jonathan calmly expressed his attitude.

"Cruff!"

The door was pushed open and Eric happened to come in at this time.

The crowd immediately turned their attention to him.
Chapter completed!