“You really have to study hard. At the very least, you should get a college degree. If nothing else, going back home as a ‘sea turtle’ wouldn’t be bad either.”

After class, Brian Carter made a small decision.

He went to the parking lot with John, who never stopped talking about trains. John’s car was much better than Brian Carter’s—a brand new Porsche bought earlier this year.

“What are we going to buy?” John asked.

Brian Carter casually replied, “Some fitness equipment. I’ll work hard—who knows, maybe an NBA team will notice me, and I can go play in the NBA someday?”

“Noah, are you kidding? You want to try playing professional basketball? Didn’t you say that was something only those brainless, muscle-bound black guys do?” John exclaimed.

Brian Carter quickly ran over and covered this teddy’s mouth. Luckily, there was no one nearby in the parking lot. How could you say something like that in America?

With his mouth covered by Brian Carter, John realized he’d said something wrong. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.

That comment was just a joke. John could get along so well with Brian Carter, an Asian, so he obviously wasn’t a racist. But most black people are thin-skinned and can’t take this kind of joke. If you say white people lack explosiveness and are just fat slobs, or that Asians are short, cunning in business, and full of schemes... white people and Asians—mainly white people and Chinese—don’t really care.

But black people... as soon as you mention anything about them, they’ll blow it out of proportion.

Having almost a year’s worth of memories in America, including some fights with black people over this kind of thing, Brian Carter was already very cautious about it.

Seeing that there was no one around, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Neither of them were racists, because they didn’t see this as racism. In fact, those who are always conscious of it are the real racists.

Brian Carter also felt that saying he needed to work hard didn’t sound like “himself” at all, so he came up with an excuse: “If you don’t build a strong body, you won’t be able to handle girls in the future. John, do you want that?”

John felt that made a lot of sense, but... he asked, “Noah, have you changed? Are you really planning to work hard now? You were so focused in class today—did you even understand what was being taught?”

This... Brian Carter hadn’t expected this teddy to be so observant. But thinking about it, it made sense—otherwise, he wouldn’t be so good at picking up girls.

After thinking for a moment, under John’s gaze, Brian Carter said, “Yeah, I’m already 19. I have to start thinking about my future. What about you, John?”

This was a question Brian Carter wanted to use to make a decision.

This “friend” was indeed a good friend, but if he was the kind of friend who would really drag down his future, Brian Carter might still keep things friendly—after all, he was a true friend of the previous Brian Carter—but he definitely wouldn’t hang out and mess around together all the time like before.

Seeing how serious Brian Carter was, John sighed, “I think I should start planning for my future too. Noah, you have no idea—my old man actually said he’s going to donate his business!”

That’s the reason he wants to work hard? Still, Brian Carter felt he’d never really understand how Americans think. He only knew that a lot of American tycoons choose to donate their fortunes instead of leaving them to their kids.

Brian Carter joked, “Your dad’s right. If he left it to you, the company would probably go bankrupt...”

“I think so too. I’ll just focus on my studies. If my old man doesn’t leave me any money, I’ll have to make my own.” John laughed.

Sometimes, “enlightenment” comes all of a sudden, like one day you just suddenly grow up.

Brian Carter was just being his true self, completely different from the Brian Carter in his memories, so the change came naturally. As for John, he was just influenced by his friend.

Brian Carter knew that even if his dad said he wouldn’t leave him any money, this rich kid would still get at least ten or twenty million dollars as startup capital.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed Brian Carter got. He was the one who really had to work for everything. He said seriously, “Let’s work hard together!”

“Yeah, let’s work hard together!”

“But we can’t give up on girls!” The two partners in crime looked at each other and said this at the same time, then burst out laughing in perfect sync...

Chapter 0006: Crazy 24 Hours, Part 1

“Noah, are you crazy? You still want to keep going?” John looked at Brian Carter, who had just been lying there like a dead dog but seemed to have recovered after a few minutes’ rest, and complained, “I can’t do it anymore. I really don’t have the talent for this. I’d better just learn business from my old man...”

Before the training, during the warm-up, John was all smiles. He’d hired two female massage therapists with great figures to give them both over an hour of stretching and massage. Being pampered like that, of course he was happy.

Brian Carter hadn’t expected John to know about this stuff. He’d never even thought about doing this kind of prep before training—just goes to show how much more these rich kids know.

But after the enjoyable massage and stretching session ended, when John saw the sticky notes Brian Carter had written and stuck on the mirrored wall, he almost had a breakdown...

There were sticky notes in eight different spots, and each spot had three layers...