A few seconds later, Hank hesitated to say something but seemed to fear dampening Jordan’s enthusiasm, and immediately said in a gentle tone, "Don’t worry, Uncle Jordan, I believe in you, miracles can happen."
Not everything he said was a joke. When Jordan was punished by the old man in Ashton, he would often boast about his proud rock music to Hank.
After hearing it, Hank had nightmares for several days straight and almost ran away with Jordan’s drum set in the middle of the night.
The kids all laughed at his teasing tone.
Hearing his words clearly, Jordan feigned anger, grabbed Hank’s collar and said, "You insolent brat, disrespecting your elders, are you itching for a beating?"
Unafraid, Hank, the terrible child, was not one to be easily beaten. He even turned his head and pulled a face at Jordan during his free time.
Jordan’s face was as black as a pot, gritting his teeth in anger. Although deep down he felt a heavy blow, he still held back from giving Hank a beating.
He quietly consoled himself.
It’s my nephew, I can’t resort to violence, I absolutely can’t resort to violence.
After doing some psychological construction, Jordan released Hank’s collar and snorted coldly, "I don’t need to deal with a little brat."
With that said, he lowered his head and focused on the contract, ignoring everything else.
The contract had the program rules, and when he reached the end, Jordan’s eyes lit up.
Reading out a clause as if to confirm he had understood correctly, he read it aloud, "The show will also invite a male singer to critique from a unique male perspective..."
Jordan’s eyes shone brighter than the light, emitting a dazzling brilliance that could almost blind.
Just then, the study door opened and Charlotte, laughing, came out of the study. Before she could reach the couch, the children surrounded her, excitedly asking about the show.
After Charlotte patiently answered all their questions, she told them to wash up and go to sleep.
She yawned and finally felt sleepy as she sat down on the sofa. She reached for the laptop on the table, preparing to head to her bedroom. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel_fіre.net
Just as she stood up, Jordan, who was sitting on the sofa reading the contract, suddenly called out to her.
Charlotte turned around to see Jordan stand up abruptly, excitement clearly written all over his face.
"Sis, I’ve read your contract, this show is absolutely brilliant!"
Hearing this, Charlotte’s eyes flashed with confusion, she nodded and asked, "So?"
"So..." Jordan stammered and scratched his head, continuing, "How about you take me along? Let me make an appearance."
As the words fell, Charlotte looked even more confused and asked, "The participants of the show are all females, why would a grown man like you want to join in?"
Jordan raised his eyebrows a little, "Sis, don’t tell me you didn’t read it properly."
He handed over the contract in his hand, then pointed at a few lines of text, saying, "They can accept a male singer."
Hearing this, Charlotte glanced at it and then looked away.
She now understood - Jordan wanted to participate in the show as a male singer.
However, it was clear that the people of Druarus were not very interested in rock music. She knew Jordan’s love for amusement shouldn’t mess with the show, so she decisively refused him.
After fruitless persuasion, Jordan had no choice but to sit back down on the sofa, disheartened.