"Mark, my dear son. If you have any unhappiness, tell Dad~"
In a super luxurious villa, the rich second generation Ned saw his friend slump on the sofa as soon as he returned, so he leaned over with a smile.
A typical bad friend's behavior.
To be honest, Ned was quite envious that his friend could return to his youth. Even now, he felt it was a bit unreal.
Obviously both were middle-aged men; why could his friend return to school to make up for regrets, while he had nothing but money?
"I'm Mike O'Donnell, not Mark, nor your son... Forget it, whatever you like!"
Mark, with something on his mind, had no energy to correct his bad friend, so he just let the other party take some advantage.
Ned Friedman, a super-rich second generation with money and leisure, had a reason for not having a family even in middle age.
The villa was filled with expensive life-size models of Batman, The Flash, etc., and Star Wars equipment. Ned was actually a severe sufferer of chuunibyou (eighth-grader syndrome).
"No enemy before us!" Noticing his friend's bad mood, Ned picked up a lightsaber and struck a handsome pose, shouting: "Who bullied you? Tell father, father will help you take revenge~"
Looking at his bad friend's funny appearance, Mark said helplessly: "No one bullied me. But someone seems to have discovered my identity."
To be honest, at the moment his identity was called out in school earlier, Mark was truly frightened.
"Shouldn't be~" Ned was also surprised and said: "I handled your new identity personally. Besides, you have changed so much now, even acquaintances might not recognize you."
"I hope so!" Whenever Mark thought of the process of contacting Mike earlier, he felt faintly uneasy.
The reason why middle-aged Mark was unhappy at work and often complained about his wife, making a mess of his life, had a reason.
In college, as a star player of the school basketball team, he should have embarked on the road of professional basketball players and had a bright future.
But before a crucial basketball game, his girlfriend, now his wife, told him she was pregnant.
It was this news that made Mark, who was playing, give up the game and choose to start a family with his wife.
Thus leading a mediocre and "cowardly" ordinary life.
In a flash, eighteen years passed.
The gap in life made middle-aged Mark regret the choice he made in college as much as he was unsatisfied.
Therefore, he developed the habit of complaining to God, mostly hoping for a chance to start over.
Then, the turning point appeared here.
God seemed to have heard his plea.
On a rainy day, Mark met a "homeless man" in the supermarket who had no money to pay.
The unhappiness in life did not wear away the kindness in the man's heart.
So out of kindness, Mark paid for the homeless man.
Then turning around, the homeless man leaving the supermarket took out a dagger and robbed Mark, returning kindness with enmity.
Although surprised, seeing the homeless man looking equally destitute, Mark still took out all the money on him.
At the same time, he kindly advised the other party to get on the right path.
"You are a good person; now please state your wish." Before leaving, the homeless man suddenly turned back strangely and asked.
"I want to go back to college to make up for my regrets; can you help me?" Influenced by the atmosphere, Mark answered as if possessed.
Then, he laughed himself.
"Very good, hope you won't regret it~"
Just then, the homeless man snapped his fingers. Mark's vision went black, and he fainted magnificently in the heavy rain.
When Mark woke up again, he found himself turned into his seventeen-year-old appearance.
God really gave him a chance to start over.
This time, Mark firmed up his goal to re-embark on the road of professional basketball.
However, Mark, who went to Columbia with a new identity, discovered that his daughter, who behaved very ladylike at home, was actually a "boy-crazy girl" at school.
Totally fascinated by the handsome Mike.
And his son Alex O'Donnell, tall and big, was actually a "punching bag" on the university campus, the kind anyone could bully.
Yes, Mark's son and daughter both inherited his good genes and got into Columbia at the same time.
Just looking at his children's "unpromising" appearance on the university campus, Mark, the old father, was also worried sick.
"Ned, I've decided." Mark, who had struggled for a long time, suddenly said seriously: "While fulfilling my basketball dream, I also want to take care of Maggie and Alex. At least let them correct their bad habits."
Sure enough, no old father can watch his children degenerate and turn a blind eye.
Obviously, on major issues concerning his children's future, Mark made concessions.
"Are you sure? You know your identity issue hasn't been resolved yet." Ned reminded his friend.
Once Mark chose to contact his children, the risk of his identity being exposed would only be greater.
"It doesn't matter; you said it yourself, with my appearance, no one will believe I am Mike O'Donnell." For the children, Mark was going all out.
"Alright, what do you plan to do?" Ned said loyally: "I'll try my best to cooperate with you here."
"First is Maggie; I want to help her reshape her correct view of choosing a spouse. At the same time, I want her to understand that a man who is too handsome is not a good match. She can't handle him at all..." Finding an opportunity, Mark didn't forget to blacken Mike Quinn while talking about the plan.
Then, he continued: "And Alex, his character is too soft. I want him to join the school basketball team and exercise well."
"Very good, the plan is perfect. But it seems I have nothing to do." Ned deliberated for a moment, to have a sense of participation. Then, he said generously: "How about this, I can provide financial support for your plan."
It must be said that the brain circuit of a chuunibyou rich second generation is indeed very strange.
On the other side, Mike, who also returned to the villa, had already enjoyed dinner served by the little maid.
Carly, who took time to sign up for a temporary chef training class, had significantly improved her cooking skills recently.
"Mike, I learned some massage techniques recently; do you want to try?" Carly, having cleared the tableware, returned to the living room.
"Of course~" Mike lay comfortably on the sofa, very satisfied with the little maid's "ambition."
Then the lonely Lisa and Jessica also gathered around to observe and learn.
Paige on the other side curled her lips and silently returned to her room.
On the sofa, Mike, enjoying the massage with his eyes closed, interacted with the girls with his hands while silently chanting in his heart, integrating the [Blessing: Return to Youth (Trait)] into his body.
You know, this was the first time he got such a weird trait.
With a burst of refreshing feeling spreading, Mike felt all the cells in his body seemed to come alive, and the whole person seemed to return to seventeen years old.
Possessing endless energy.
What? Mike is seventeen now? Then it's fine.
Mike, who integrated the [Blessing: Return to Youth (Trait)], also understood its use. Judging by the effect, it seemed a bit like the eternal youth trait in the Demon Body, but this [Blessing] trait was more like a layer of buff.
Injecting vitality into Mike's body cells all the time.
An alternative "perpetual motion machine."
"Alright, let me reward you~"
Feeling his kidneys full of vitality, Mike got up and pushed the three girls to the floor-to-ceiling window.
...
Under the hazy moonlight, the bright lights of the Big Apple looked like stars scattered from the Milky Way.