Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 9

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 9

 

 

Johann opens his eyes and walks to the window.

He slightly lowers the blinds.

‘Someone’s there.’

Cars, scooters.

People are watching Larry’s house. Cameras hang around their necks.

‘Reporters. Paparazzi.’

“Don’t those people ever sleep.”

Larry said it would become a real issue starting today.

Still, aren’t they being a bit too diligent?

‘What makes them rush in like this.’

Is it pressure from their bosses, or for their own benefit?

It’s an emotion you can’t understand until you experience it.

“I’m glad I came to the city.”

Every single day isn’t boring.

Curiosity and interest bubble up.

Johann smiled and headed toward Larry’s room.

It was a bit early, but it was time to wake up.

 

“….”

‘Ada’s not a morning person.’

Even though they went to bed past 2 AM yesterday, she can’t open her eyes.

Johann looks at Larry.

“Uh, what should we do?”

This had never happened with his agency artists either.

What’s certain is that they’ll come at them even harder than yesterday.

This involves Giselle Buncheon. They’ll go crazy trying to write even one more line of sensational article content.

“F-first, Johann, you get ready to leave through the back door. With Ada… Ada? Ada. Wake up, Ada.”

“Mmmmph.”

“I said wake up!”

If Ada doesn’t come to her senses, he’ll have to call Johnny.

Johann watched him getting anxious and spoke up.

“Larry, did we commit a crime?”

“…Huh?”

Instead of continuing, Johann just stared quietly at Larry.

“Ah!”

Larry smacks his forehead.

He’d been stupid. Since it was his first time experiencing this situation, and especially because it involved Johann whom he was going to adopt, he’d panicked.

“…Phew. Johann, could you make some coffee?”

“Should I toast some bread too?”

“Please.”

Larry crosses the living room and throws open the front door.

At that moment, the people outside are startled and rush over.

“Mr. Jefferson! What did you discuss when you met with The Body yesterday!”

“The Body seemed to covet the child you’re protecting, regarding this…”

“You’re all cold, aren’t you?”

The unexpected comment makes everyone shut their mouths.

Larry smiled warmly.

“Let’s talk over coffee.”

“What…”

The people stared blankly at Larry as he turned his back.

 

* * *

 

“So this child Mowgli…”

“It’s Johann.”

“Ah, sorry. You’re saying Johann was cute so she played along?”

People’s gazes turn toward Johann.

And they acknowledge it.

“You get in trouble for making girls cry.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not thinking about dating yet.”

“Hahaha!”

With one cup of coffee, their anxious hearts that had grown cold became calm.

“I heard his future looks promising.”

Johann’s eyes light up.

“I just copied what I briefly saw at Larry’s company… Oops?!”

“Haha. Please pretend you didn’t hear that.”

Instead of answering, their hands move quickly over the notepads.

A genius Johann who caught The Body’s attention just by copying what he briefly saw, the top model who recognized Johann’s genius.

All sorts of fantasies explode in their heads.

‘That’s enough.’

Now they’ll also mention the Directing Studio’s curriculum. This should count as partially repaying the favor.

“Are you going to make him a model?”

People’s eyes suddenly change.

Larry sighs.

“Do I look desperate enough to contract with this child?”

“…”

“He’s a child who’s been in the city for less than a week.”

He’d appreciate it if they’d refrain from speculation.

People smacked their lips.

“But he’s become famous, Mr. Jefferson.”

The people around won’t leave him alone.

“I’m worried about that point too, but…”

“Is it not allowed?”

“Johann.”

“I could do modeling and other things too. If you do modeling, you can’t do other things?”

People’s eyes light up.

“Oh! Do you have something you want to do? Like acting, for instance?”

“Hey now.”

Larry urgently tries to stop them.

Johann thought for a moment then spoke.

“President?”

“Huh?”

“This president is the first Black president in American history, right? Then couldn’t an Asian like me become one too?”

“…Puhahahaha!”

“Hahaha!”

Someone pats Johann’s head.

It’s an impossible story, but it’s a childlike story. An ordinary childlike dream you could see anywhere.

‘Right. He’s a child.’

They come to their senses.

‘What are we doing to a kid like this…’

He’s not even a celebrity’s child, just a kid who came down to the city to live a normal life. As adults, they couldn’t devour him when they should be protecting him instead.

Not knowing this was Johann’s intention, not knowing that appearing like an innocent child was intentional, they sighed and stood up.

“Thank you for inviting us like this. We’ll write a good article.”

“Please do.”

“Johann, thank you for agreeing to the interview too.”

“Don’t mention it. But you should give me something, right?”

“Huh?”

“I did an interview. You should pay me an appearance fee.”

“…Hahahaha!”

‘I’m serious though.’

They should pay for waking him up this early in the morning.

Johann’s expression turned sulky.

 

As the people who patted Johann’s head left, the other reporters and paparazzi who had gathered in front of the house widened their eyes.

“Oh, a hundred dollars.”

By Rodeo Drive standards, that’s enough money to buy ten cheeseburgers.

“Johann, shall we go to the bank today?”

The reward Edward Sherman gave him, the money he squeezed out of people today, and the future sales proceeds from the animal hides sleeping in the garage.

It’s too much money for a child to have.

“You mean to save it? Do you have a bank to recommend?”

Larry chuckles at Johann’s response.

Even though this wasn’t the kind of talk that should come from a young child’s mouth, especially from a child who had only lived in the mountains until just a week ago, he found himself laughing at how unfazed he was by it now.

“Of course…”

Larry, who was about to speak, closes his mouth.

Last year, the subprime mortgage crisis that drove the American economy to ruin made bank stability untrustworthy.

Though he has a main bank, they’re subtly recommending early loan repayment, making them hard to trust.

“You two men over there. Stop chatting and get up.”

“Huh? Time to go to work already?”

“No. We need to go to the Child Protection Agency.”

The reporters and paparazzi’s words that the surroundings wouldn’t leave them alone. They had to move first.

Ada, who had come to her senses, glared sharply.

 

* * *

 

“So you’re saying it wasn’t intentional.”

The business card reading Lewis & Boris Senior was impressive.

A Child Protection Agency employee who came to work even though it wasn’t work hours. A superior to the official they’d met before.

“It was simply a happening. I don’t want the agency to misunderstand.”

“I understand. Could you step out for a moment?”

As Larry and Ada reluctantly stood up, the black man in his 50s looked at Johann.

“Hello, Johann? I’m Dan Smith.”

“Hello, Mr. Smith.”

“Oh. You’ve learned a lot of words in two days.”

“No.”

‘I can’t show a clumsy appearance.’

Thanks to Ada, he realized the seriousness of the situation. If he acted childish, troublesome things would definitely happen.

“I already knew how to speak. I just couldn’t trust people.”

“…My goodness.”

“I know what you’re worried about.”

Johann looks at the flustered black man and the psychological counselor beside him.

“Whether Larry might be trying to exploit me for his own greed, whether I’m enduring hardship because I want to stay with Larry who saved me.”

“…Oh! Johann, we’re on your side. Everything said here won’t reach your temporary guardian outside.”

“Thank you for your concern. That’s reassuring.”

He feels reassured that this country called America is on his side.

“But I’m fine. No, there couldn’t be a better guardian than Larry.”

“…Do you have a reason for thinking that?”

Johann tells them everything Larry had done for him over the past two days.

“It’s only been two days, but Larry always asked for my opinion first. If he had bad intentions, could he have done that?”

“No.”

“Ada is the same. She, who hasn’t even married for Larry and my sake, moved into Larry’s house. Am I valuable enough for her to make such a difficult decision?”

“…You do seem that way now.”

According to the birth certificate, though temporary, he’s only 11 years old.

Even if his actual age is older since he doesn’t remember his exact age, he’d be 12 at most.

It’s difficult for a child of that age to speak so coherently and rationally. Especially alone in front of adults.

This boy is a genius. A talent America definitely needs.

“If I seem unusual to you, then you must also know that I can escape to the Rocky Mountains anytime, right? That’s where I originally lived, and I have no particular reason to cling to this city.”

Flinch!

That’s right.

The black man and psychological counselor look at each other with troubled faces, then nod.

“Thank you for telling us everything. Johann, so you want to continue staying with Mr. Larry Jefferson?”

“I just hope you’ll allow that.”

As long as this feeling doesn’t change, he hoped the agency wouldn’t misunderstand no matter what happenings occurred.

“If anything happens against my will, I’ll contact you anytime.”

“…Alright. I’ll try to accommodate your opinion.”

“Thank you.”

The black man who patted Johann’s head called Larry and Ada.

“We’ll continue to monitor the situation.”

“…Thank you.”

Larry, who left the Child Protection Agency, looks at Johann and moves his lips.

“I conveyed all my thoughts.”

“…That’s not what I was going to ask about.”

“Then?”

“It’s just something.”

Larry, who patted Johann’s head, headed to the company with a much lighter expression.

“Oh! Larry, why are you just getting here! Do you know how many calls are coming in?!”

“Huh?”

“Never mind, just follow me quickly!”

Due to the SNS post Giselle Buncheon uploaded, the SNS post Larry uploaded yesterday, and this morning’s interview, inquiry calls were exploding.

From contacts wanting Johann as a child model to directing studio registration inquiries.

All of Rocky Management’s phones were on fire.

 

* * *

 

Meanwhile, at the Child Protection Agency that Johann and Larry had left.

Dan Smith picks up his mobile phone.

“It’s me, Mr. Kurtz.”

-Ah, Mr. Smith! What will you do?

“I’ve reviewed the information you provided, but there doesn’t seem to be any problem.”

The interview results are also satisfactory.

-What?

“Then I’ll hang up.”

Dan Smith, who ended the call, puts a cigarette in his mouth.

Beck Kurtz had raised questions last night about whether Larry was suitable as a temporary guardian.

“Greedy human.”

Dan Smith knows.

He knows how greedy Beck Kurtz really is, despite being regarded as a good person who is a diligent taxpayer in LA and makes many donations.

‘He must be targeting that child.’

But this time it seems he picked the wrong target.

“They’ll handle it wisely.”

If a situation arises where they can’t, then he can intervene at that time.

A genius like Johann would adapt well in any foster home.

Click! Hiss!

Dan Smith lit his cigarette and smiled with satisfaction.

 

“Interview? Ha!”

It’s Ada Wong.

Ada Wong, the senior lawyer at Louis & Boris, who is stupid Larry’s strong ally and the top investor in Rocky Management.

She had moved one step ahead.

“Tsk. Being too perceptive for her own good.”

She’s making something that could be easily resolved unnecessarily complicated.

“Sigh. If it comes to this…”

Beck Kurtz picked up his mobile phone.

 

* * *

 

“The singing course is $250 per month…”

“No! We haven’t signed a contract yet…”

“Please leave your contact information and we’ll call you back! Yes!”

Click!

With the last phone call finished, the staff members’ shoulders slump with exhaustion.

Being bombarded with phone calls, it’s already 4 PM in the afternoon, well past lunch time.

Having skipped even lunch, they looked toward the CEO office with a mix of joy, resentment, and desperation.

“I’m against it.”

“Larry!”

Johnny stirs restlessly, but Larry remains unmoved.

“Johann hasn’t even adapted to the city yet. And you want him to do modeling?”

Absolutely opposed.

“You are the CEO of a company!”

“You know it’s just attention that will pass by like the wind, Johnny.”

“That, that’s true, but…”

Johnny looks at Johann.

Johann also looks at Johnny.

“How much is the modeling fee?”

“Oh! It’s $300 to $500, Johann!”

An amount slightly higher than what a model starting their first modeling work would receive.

Johann nods his head.

“I’ll do it.”

“Johann!”

“I know what you’re worried about, Larry.”

Attention that came like the wind will disappear like the wind. He’s worried about Johann being disappointed by that.

“But I just need to do well, right?”

The talent of ‘the talking mannequin, Ines de Fressange,’ who was Chanel’s first 10-year exclusive model and first haute couture exclusive model that he can summon anytime.

It would be strange if he couldn’t do it even with that talent.

Moreover, she desperately wants it too.

To shine on stage again.

To become the protagonist of the world.

‘I want to feel that emotion.’

Even if he sells this tremendous talent cheaply, he wants to see the result.

“…Sigh. Do you really want to do it?”

“Yeah. I want to try it.”

Larry sighs again and looks at Johnny, who has a desperate expression.

“Help him create the best portfolio, Johnny.”

“Of course! Just trust me…”

Knock knock knock!

The door opens as soon as it’s knocked, and an employee enters.

“La, Larry! Right, right now in the lo, lobby…!”

“Excuse me for a moment.”

“Gasp!”

Larry and Johnny stand up in shock.

“Ms, Ms. Burnham?!”

“Sorry for visiting suddenly, Mr. Jefferson.”

But she couldn’t bear it. Johann, who had such tremendous talent yet seemed indifferent, kept haunting her thoughts.

“No, not at all. Please come in.”

She nods her thanks and approaches Johann, pinching his cheek.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“…I didn’t get any?”

Johann checks his mobile phone with confusion and realizes.

“Right. I turned it off, oops.”

He had turned it off because Emily kept contacting him while the Child Protection Agency was trying to conduct an interview.

“I’m sorry.”

Giselle came directly when she couldn’t reach him.

He feels sorry because he realized how sincere she is toward him.

But…

“But what brings you here?”

That’s one thing, and this is another.

In a way, he feels a slight wariness because things became bothersome since this morning because of her.

Giselle grins.

She shows confidence, thinking he’ll have no choice but to come over this time.

“Johann, would you like to visit a field site?”

“…?”

 

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————