I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 409: Chapter 279:1 Don’t Listen to Rap t

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“How was it?”

Carrie Thomas asked with a grin.

Her eyes were crescent-shaped as they smiled, and the glow of the setting sun made her face appear somewhat blurred but breathtakingly beautiful.

Harrison Clark stared at her blankly.

After a long while, Harrison nodded heavily and said, “It was good, a unique and beautiful dream.”

“Do you feel better now?”

Carrie Thomas stood up and sat across from him, asking.

Looking at her so close, he could smell the faint fragrance coming from her body, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

He turned his face away, not daring to look at her anymore, and muttered,

“Yes, I feel better now, thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me? Didn’t you teach me all this?”

Carrie rolled her eyes and continued to watch him with a cheerful look.

Harrison felt his face turning red.

It wasn’t shyness, it was embarrassment.

That sentence might be reasonable for Carrie, but it sounded very harsh to him.

Every time Carrie brought up his “guidance,” he couldn’t help feeling guilty secretly.

As someone who had plagiarized songs for so long, his conscience should have been full of holes by now, but he still couldn’t get rid of his bad habit of wanting to save face or of his secret sense of inferiority.

At first, he only intended to sing “You Think I’m Not Here” to Carrie to see if that song, along with the others to be sung by other people later, could inspire her further, but instead, her own talent seemed to explode effortlessly.

This made Harrison doubt his own value and wonder if it would be better to let her be free.

At that moment, the door was knocked on, and the housekeeper delivered new clothes. Harrison quickly got up, took the new suit from the housekeeper, and gave them a hundred-dollar tip.

“I’ll change in the bathroom.”

He called out to Carrie and hurried into the bathroom.

After locking the door, he didn’t rush to change but looked at himself in the mirror.

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Indeed, whether he was aware of it or not, his facial expression in the mirror appeared much more relaxed and less tense than before.

He sighed again, thinking that he could infect even Galactic Humans with his sense of inferiority. Carrie, you were truly extraordinary.

He washed his face once more and smiled at the mirror.

Not bad.

Really not bad.

Having such an incredible teammate, he shouldn’t give up easily.

The cosmic wonders depicted in “Dreamwalking in Virgo” conveyed Carrie’s most genuine thoughts.

Before reaching the end of life, one shouldn’t set limits on their dreams.

Harrison didn’t know when or how his time-traveling would end or if it could continue to loop once a month until the normal lifespan of a Galactic Human was exhausted.

Let me try and see how far I can go.

If the Compound – Eyed Observer was indeed the ruler of the Milky Way Galaxy, then he would break through the Milky Way Galaxy.

If the Milky Way Galaxy was just a branch of the Compound-Eyed Observer and their main base was in the Local Group, then he would break through the Local Group.

The same principle applied to the Virgo Supercluster.

If the civilization providing the Solar System Barrier came from an even larger galactic space, then he would break through…

If the whole universe was his enemy, then he would break through the entire universe.

If the universe was infinitely large, as long as the potential of humanity was also infinite, there would eventually be an end to everything.

As long as the director didn’t give up, the movie would continue to be made.

Harrison clenched his fists tightly.

He was indeed deeply influenced by the new version of “Dreamwalking in Virgo,” much more so than an ordinary person, because he had an understanding of the universe that others didn’t have.

He felt both overwhelmed and awe-inspired by Carrie’s terrifying talent.

Actually, after tasting the rapid and immediate progress of science, Harrison had unknowingly shifted his focus to science.

Even when dealing with songs, he began to slack off, leaving the selection of songs to buy to others except for some crucial ones.

But now Carrie made him taste the fear of being dominated by a strong person once again.

Having encouraged himself, he felt the power of art even more deeply.

It seemed that he would have to change his mindset and return to the glorious tradition of grasping both hands firmly in the future.

He couldn’t be lazy anymore.

He quickly changed into the new clothes, carefully checked the bathroom drain for any precious resources, then gently put them into his pocket and emerged from the bathroom.

Carrie, who was waiting by the door, looked at him up and down, “Why did you take so long?”

Harrison picked up the neatly folded Zegna casual suit, “It was hard to fold, and I was afraid of dirtying your bathroom.”

Carrie looked puzzled, “Why not just throw it away? It’s all painted like that, can it still be used?”

Harrison retorted decisively, “Nonsense! It’s worth tens of thousands, how can I just throw it away? I’ll send it to the dry cleaner later to see if it can still be worn after being washed with a lipid – soluble solvent. Do you have any spare pockets? I’ll put it in.”

Carrie had no choice but to hand him a woven bag.

Harrison carefully placed it inside, fearing that the paint would spread elsewhere.Seeing his homely demeanor, Carrie Thomas couldn’t help but smile.

That guy.

She suddenly recalled the scene when they recorded a song together for the first time, agonizing over the few hundred dollars for studio rent, everything seemed just like yesterday.

She had changed first, while he had changed a lot in some aspects, but some things remained the same.

“Harrison, let me tell you some good news.”

Just before starting to play “Pure Heart” on the ukulele, Carrie suddenly said.

Harrison quickly shook his head, “Don’t talk about good news, just play.”

He has a million reasons for not wanting to hear good news.

If she writes another song that doesn’t reach the heights of “Dreamwalking in Virgo,” he would be out of ideas.

“I must say it, you got more handsome.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know how to describe it, but you look a lot more handsome than before. Your face gives me a mysterious feeling, the more I look at it, the more comfortable I feel.”

Harrison touched his face and felt a little embarrassed, “Really? I got more handsome? Don’t flatter me, can people really get more handsome as they live?”

“Really.”

Harrison shrugged, thinking it was probably due to the evolution of his galactic human genes.

Now he just wants to get on with business, so he joked, “Alright. Maybe it’s because you like me too much, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, so I look more handsome.”

Carrie flirtatiously scolded, “Show off, so shameless.”

“Fine, I’ll be shameless. Just pretend I really got more handsome, don’t get too mesmerized by me.”

Carrie plucked a string on the ukulele, making a crisp sound.

She didn’t say anything, started playing the intro to “Pure Heart,” thinking to herself, “I already am.”

Once they started working on the task at hand, both of them were now professionals. The chaotic thoughts in their minds quickly vanished.

The practice that day was extraordinarily effective.

Harrison, with the admiration of Carrie, Layna, and other accompanying musicians, once again became a vocal training instructor.

Early the next day, Harrison left the hotel across from Mason Academy.

His next stop was Boston, the capital of Massachusetts on the east coast.

Boston is one of America’s oldest and most culturally valuable cities, as well as a center for higher education and health care in the northern United States.

The city has the highest level of education per capita in the United States, with an economic foundation based on research, finance, and technology development.

Harrison’s trip to Boston was related to Rainer.

Rainer had previously served as a senior researcher at the Linton Research Institute’s Applied Physics Laboratory in Boston, leading his own project team. Harrison’s poaching was very successful, with Rainer determined to leave. Even if the Linton Research Institute didn’t want to let him go, there wasn’t much they could do about it.

First of all, Rainer had successfully completed his project, and secondly, the contract period between the two sides was about to expire, making it difficult to retain him forcibly.

Rainer was going to leave anyway.

The Linton Research Institute had previously planned to use some unconventional means to keep Rainer in the United States for some time, in hopes that through coercion, bribery, or introducing him to a “virtuous” Chinese wife loyal to the United States, he would change his mind.

Unfortunately, no one expected Rainer to go to China to make connections for Charles Butler’s major project with Chinese authorities, and never come back.

While they could still contact him by phone, he refused to return, even willing to buy out the remaining two months of his contract at his own expense.

Angry and helpless, the Linton Research Institute simply held onto Rainer’s resignation paperwork, not agreeing to buy out the remaining contract legally and fairly.

Although Rainer is already working for Harrison now, from a legal standpoint in the international academic community, his behavior is still against the rules.

Harrison decided to personally settle the matter, as soon as possible, allowing Rainer and his Summit Research Institute to gain international recognition and legal status.

In the previous timeline, he had also taken care of this matter today, but unfortunately, without success.

Stalling and evasiveness exist in any political system, and the larger the interests involved, the better the tai chi.

The Linton Research Institute, backed by the American Association for the Advancement of Science (AAAS), managed to drag the matter out for another two years before finally resolving it, causing Harrison some minor trouble. Harrison sat in Paul Powell’s car, heading straight for Los Angeles Airport.

This black brother had almost become Harrison’s exclusive driver here.

Harrison didn’t treat him badly either, giving him generous tips every time. “Mr. Clark, I recently wrote a new rap, you want me to perform it for you?” Powell was always so cheerful, but his intention of performing a rap for Harrison might not have been so pure.

Now that he knew how powerful Harrison was, he might have been having unrealistic dreams.

For example, this amazing music producer would be stunned by his black talent, and then sign him with a hefty check.

From then on, he would leave the real estate and driver business behind, transform into a music industry celebrity, marry rich white women, throw supermodel parties, and reach the peak of his life.

“No, no, no! Fine, thank you.”

Harrison decisively stopped him, knowing full well the style of black rap. Without a few F-, B-, and S-starting words mixed in, it would be considered inauthentic.

He didn’t appreciate that stuff.

Not to say that swearing is completely unacceptable.

Swearing is just extreme emotional expression. If you don’t have emotions in the first place, but rely on swearing to drive emotions, it’s pretty low.