A few seconds later, Hank hesitated to say sothing but seed to fear dampening Jordan’s enthusiasm, and imdiately 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 ti.
Jordan: "..."
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 so 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..."
A male singer!?
A man!?
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, ca 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.
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, excitent 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 stamred and scratched his head, continuing, "How about you take along? Let 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 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 amusent shouldn’t ss with the show, so she decisively refused him.
After fruitless persuasion, Jordan had no choice but to sit back down on the sofa, disheartened.
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