I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 607 - 389: Bumps on the Head_2

Chapter 607: Chapter 389: Bumps on the Head_2

Carrie Thomas might trust him deeply as well…

Well, even Mr. Clark, who has a profound understanding of civilization and countless advanced post-modern technologies, and can even handle terrifying high school textbooks from the 31st century, is now baffled by his thoughts.

Forget it, just pretend to be an ostrich and hide. Didn’t I manage to hide for a whole month in the previous timeline? So it would be logical for me to continue hiding now, right?

With “Planning” in his mind, he doesn’t have to devise specific execution plans this time. He decides to idle this month and not do anything important. But now, he’s genuinely bored.

When people are bored, their minds tend to wander aimlessly. Afraid that he might confuse himself, he decides to distract himself by browsing news on his phone.

He opens the Tencent News APP Client…

“Shocking! Genius Scientist and Famous Musician Harrison Clark Is Engaged! His Fiancée is…”

“Terrifying! Pop Princess Avril Green Is Engaged, and Her Fiancé is…”

“Talented and Gorgeous Carrie Thomas Has a Third Party Involved in Her Love Life…”

Smack.

Mr. Clark throws his phone away.

It hurts his eyes.

All the headlines are about himself – he can’t take it.

Forget it, just watch some TV.

It can’t be that bad…

Ten minutes later, he turns off the TV as well.

The world is so boring.

Is there nothing new under the sun?

How idle are you people?

Why do you keep playing my news over and over again in a loop?

Lots of news channels are covering Avril Green’s press conference.

Maybe it’s because both parties of the engagement are big names, or perhaps Avril Green deliberately made an effort to spread the news, so her family can’t suppress public opinion when they find out.

At one in the afternoon, he’s so hungry that his stomach is growling. He has to go out to eat.

Before leaving, Harrison Clark hesitates for a while and calls Carrie Thomas first.

“Carrie, please hear me out.”

Carrie Thomas: “Thanks for the invitation, but I’m in the United States now and just got off the plane.”

Okay, Carrie’s opening statement is slightly different from what he imagined.

“You saw the news online, right?”

“Yes, I saw it.”

“I didn’t know what was happening.”

“I know.”

“Don’t you mind?”

Carrie Thomas: “Of course I don’t mind. In no more than three days, we’ll be able to resolve the current difficulties facing Summit Ventures and your research institute. So, I have absolute trust in both you and Avril Green. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Harrison Clark remains silent for a while, “Okay.”

“Oh, how did the battle go this time?”

Harrison Clark contemplates, “Pretty good, won half the battle.”

“Better than before?”

“Yes, much better.”

“Then your efforts weren’t in vain.”

“It was everyone’s effort.”

“You’re always so humble.”

“I should be.”

“Harrison.”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

“Were you still sad this time?”

“It’s alright, not too sad since there’s been progress.”

“The things we left behind for the future…oh, nevermind, don’t tell me. I shouldn’t know these things.”

“Yes.”

Both of them become silent on the phone.

But five seconds later, Carrie Thomas suddenly bursts into laughter.

Harrison Clark is puzzled, “What are you laughing at? I’m getting goosebumps.”

“I just thought of an interesting scene.”

“What?”

“In the timeline where you didn’t travel back in time, when the other you called me, I must have asked the same questions as well. Then he probably would have replied with an aggrieved face, saying that he hasn’t gone back yet. Hahaha! Isn’t it so amusing?”

Harrison Clark’s lips twitch at this cold joke.

After laughing, Carrie Thomas abruptly changes the topic: “Don’t worry. I’m still myself. I understand your pursuit, but I will have my own thoughts. Sometimes, my decisions may not make sense to you at first, but please trust me. Whatever I do is for our common ideal. I also hope that you won’t feel lonely at any moment. I don’t want to see your hopeless side anymore. You’ve been doing great since the last time you came back.”

Harrison Clark nods, “Okay, I understand.”

After hanging up, he calls Avril Green.

Harrison opens the conversation directly: “I know everything now. Thank you, you did a great job.”

Avril Green is silent for a few seconds on the other end, probably because she had prepared a lot of lines but didn’t expect Harrison to be so open-minded.

“As long as you’re not angry, it’s fine.”

“How could I be angry with you? I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything. It’s the future of humanity that owes me.”

Harrison is taken aback, “That makes some sense.”

“Well, it’s not like anyone owes anyone anything – we chose to contribute voluntarily. Elevating ourselves to greatness by thinking that others owe us is meaningless. We’re just being ourselves. I won’t regret it.”

She’s truly open and upright.

Deep down, she’s a very determined and stubborn person.

She’s only concerned about Harrison’s understanding and forgiveness, and hasn’t considered changing her mind at all.

These brief words reveal a piece of information to Harrison: even if he hadn’t overslept and had arrived at the scene before nine in the morning, nothing would have changed.

Harrison knows that he would still be persuaded by her.

“Sigh, you must know what kind of gossip you’ll face in the next few years, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t care.”

She speaks very lightly, making Harrison feel heavy-hearted.

“Okay,” he says.

Avril Green suddenly asks, “Did I write any good songs this time?”

Harrison thinks for a moment, “I did say that I didn’t want you guys to ask about your futures, but I indeed brought back a few songs of yours. This month, I don’t plan on doing anything, but I’ll give them to you next month.”

“What are the songs called? Can you tell me now?”

“The Invincible War God, Gentle Breeze, Dawning Glimmer, Lone Giant…”

Avril Green laughs, “It sounds great just from the titles.”

“Yes, they are great. You can read your entire first half of life from these songs. I don’t want you to read them, but I can’t stop you.”

“Ah, so I won’t have any expectations for my future then?”

Harrison Clark shakes his head through the air, “No, in this timeline, everyone in Solution still experiences an unprecedented new life. The future is always changing, so you can still have different expectations.”

“That’s true.”

After making these two calls, it’s already one thirty in the afternoon. The restaurant at the entrance of Chesterton Apartment has received his notice and prepared a sumptuous meal for him.

Harrison Clark puts on a duckbill cap and coffee-colored non-prescription glasses and steps out of the door.