Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight shone through a gap in the curtains and reflected on the youngster's sleeping face. Albert hadn't woken up yet, but would soon be roused.
The door to the room on the second floor against the stairs was quietly pushed open, and the brown-haired girl poked her head in, her big brown eyes staring at the still sleeping youngster on the bed, calling softly, "Albert, it's time to get up."
Seeing that the youngster on the bed didn't respond, the girl pouted in dissatisfaction and pushed open the door to her room and walked in, followed by a cat, a British Shorthair.
"Tom, please." The girl carried the short-haired cat onto the bed, gently picked up the cat's tail and swept it twice over the youngster's face.
Originally, Albert, who was still asleep, reached up and pushed away the cat's tail placed on his face, opened his eyes to look at his mischievous younger sister, reached up to cover a yawn, and greeted, "Good morning, Nia!"
"Daddy said he's taking us to London today." Nia blinked and looked at Albert, "To customise your Eton uniform and buy the items on the list on the way."
"Okay, got it, I'll change." Albert muffled another yawn, picked up the short-haired cat who was stretching his claws on the sheet, set him down on the floor, stretched, and began to change before shuffling off to the living room for breakfast.
"Stayed up late again last night?" Daisy placed a plate of hearty breakfast at Albert's seat on the table.
"Son, we'd better move fast, we have a bit of a full schedule today." Herb spread out the letters that had arrived from Eton the other day on the table, a proud smile on his face.
It is well known that in Britain, private schools are where the elite are nurtured, and Eton is the best of the best, and to enter this school, one must meet two points: talent and wealth.
The Anderson family in Britain belongs to the middle class, the husband and wife run a law firm, the family also has some savings.
As for Albert, he was a genius in everyone's eyes. Not only did he get good grades, but he also participated in many inter-school competitions and won prizes.
Whether Albert was a genius or not, only he knew.
Genius? No, Albert never thought he was a genius. Albert had a big secret he was a transmigrator.
As for why he was labelled a genius, even he himself wasn't quite sure.
A child who didn't know what a Rubik's Cube was could easily put together a messed up third-order Rubik's Cube.
In the eyes of most adults, this is genius.
In reality, being able to put together a Rubik's Cube was because he had played with it in his previous life and knew the secret of Rubik's Cubes, so he knew how to put it together.
As for how to maintain the image of a genius, Albert was not at all worried that he would be exposed, because he had the legendary Golden Finger!
A cross over comes with a Gold Finger, webnovels didn't lie to me.
When Albert was seven years old, he found that a panel suddenly appeared in his brain.
The panel had two main functions, accepting Quests and adding points to skills.
Sometimes some Quests would be revealed, and after completing the Quests, you would be able to gain experience or skill points, which could be used to upgrade skills, while skill points were used to directly upgrade level 1 skills.
The first skill Albert possessed was English Proficiency, and it took him some years to raise this skill to Level 3.
If an unusual Britain's English Proficiency was Level 2, an ordinary English teacher would be Level 3.
As long as the skill in science and technology was increased to MAX, Albert could become a genius scientist.
Of course, Albert never wanted to become a scientist, and he didn't have that desire in his previous life.
In his last life, he liked to read books and ended up becoming an ordinary internet novelist.
Having written a few books, he also had a small savings, lived a carefree life, and did what he liked every day.
In other words, the last life was actually a salted fish.
TL/N: Internet slang describing someone that is lazy and has no more ambition
As for, how did he cross over? It's shameful to admit.
One day, he leaned back on the sofa to watch a Mr Bean film, casually grabbed an apple and chewed on it while watching it, because the film was so funny, he forgot that he was still chewing food in his mouth, and as a result, he choked to death on a chunk of apple at the age of 30.
After waking up again, he found himself turned into a baby, and spent some years in this house in a daze, and re-homed a cat, named Tom.
Of course, the name actually comes from that Cat and Mouse cartoon.
When he was seven years old, the game panel suddenly appeared, making Albert begin to doubt his life, and even wondered for a while, if he was an NPC in some game.
Later, having never found something like a player, he took the panel as the boon that comes with crossing over.
Stringing together crossing over with a Golden Finger is tantamount to winning in life.
Albert didn't have any big ambitions; he thought he'd be better off having a few relationships as an adult and a simple, easy job after college. It would be best to get married by the age of 30 and make enough money to be able to splurge for a hundred years, leaving him free and unencumbered for the rest of his life.
To realise such a future, Albert already had his own plan, and he was going to enter Wall Street in the United States after graduation. Relying on the points-to-maxed-out economic skill, plus the remaining memories from his previous life, he believed that he would soon be able to earn a large amount of dollars.
However, the panel skills were not easy upgrade, especially after level 2, each level required a lot of experience.
Albert needed to do Quests to earn experience and skill points, and being admitted to Eton was one of the Quests.
"Son, what are you thinking about?" Herb sliced the steak on his plate with his dinner knife and looked at his son who was in a daze.
"I'm thinking about what I'm going to do from now on." Albert shoved the poached egg into his mouth and swallowed it before speaking.
"And what do you want to do in the future?" Daisy wondered, it was not often that couples heard their children mention their dreams.
"Finance." Albert said without thinking.
"We thought you'd want to be a scientist or an astronaut." The Andersons looked at each other in disbelief.
"What's finance?" Nia was upset she'd been excluded from the conversation by her family.
"Finance is for making money." Albert looked up, "Buy me a few books on economics this time by the way and consider it an early birthday present."
"Son, don't mislead your younger sister, only powerful people can make money in this field." Herb's face twitched and he clenched his fist over his mouth and coughed lightly, "Besides, our family isn't exactly poor."
"Well, eat breakfast and cut the crap." Daisy interrupted, "Nia, remember to drink your milk."
"Oh!" Nia didn't really like drinking milk.
Everything about his life after being reborn was wonderful, a cute younger sister, a harmonious family, a rich life, and a Gold Finger that could lead him to the peak of his life.
If anything, the only thing that depressed Albert was definitely the food in Britain.
Previously, when the internet said that Britain was a food desert, he was only half believing it, after all, most of the British people preferred a simple and comfortable life.
However, after experiencing it for himself, there was no longer any doubt about the authenticity of those descriptions.
After finishing their meal, cleaning the dishes, and closing the doors and windows, the Anderson family was ready to leave the house as a group.
Albert had just opened the door of the Ford and was about to get into the backseat of the car when he suddenly heard Nia next to him make a surprised sound, "Look! An owl?"
Puzzled, the Andersons looked in the direction of their daughter's finger and saw an owl flying their way, dropping a letter at Albert's feet as it swept over the heads of the group.
At this moment, the expression on the faces of the Anderson family froze.
An owl, delivering a letter? When did owls start moonlighting as postmen?