Billionaire's Reborn Baby

Bart returned to the Alberton's and entered the training field.

The training field was very large. There were boxing rings, sandbags, and wooden targets.

She went straight to the martial arts field. Then Bart threw her bag away and got on the stage to fight.

When Deon and Bernice arrived, Bart had already knocked down two rivals.

"Why are you so angry at midnight? Who made our little sweetheart unhappy?" Bernice asked.

Deon turned to look at the bodyguard.

The bodyguards all shook their heads. They did not know what happened.

Compared to Deon, they were more afraid of Bart.

"Go and get some water, "Bernice ordered the servants. She turned around and called Bart on the stage, "it's time for dinner. Come here."

After that, Bart jumped up and kicked one of her rivals on the stage. Bart didn't pause until her rival had no way to fight back.

"Bart, I thought I was going to be beaten to death by you," her rival kept his face covered until Bart stopped.

Bart smiled at him and jumped off the stage.

Bernice brought Bart water for a drink and a towel to wipe her sweat. Bernice asked gently, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Bart took a sip of water, "it's too boring to go to school."

"Well," sighed Bernice, "I thought something bad had happened. You can stay at home."

Deon nodded. "Yes, where do you want to go? Let's leave for it tomorrow."

When Emma heard this, she frowned. "She has already grown up. Don't spoil her anymore."

"I'm hungry." Bart made a face.

"Come on, let's have dinner." Bernice tried to pull Bart.

"Wait a minute," Emma replied, "mom, I have words for Bart."

"Don't blame her for what she did," said Bernice in a low voice.

Emma was speechless.

Deon also came over and said angrily, "Bart hasn't caused any trouble recently. You can tell her anything you want. I would never agree with it if you punish Bart." Emma kept silent.

After a few of them left, Bart stood there and asked, "What should I do?"

Emma asked her, "We're going to choose the major in high school soon. Have you decided which major to choose?"

"No. I prefer nothing," Bart said honestly.

"Because you always like sports, I discussed it with your dad. If you want to get involved in the sports field, it is okay to join a basketball team, badminton team, or baseball team. Now the national team is asking for new members. We want to ask your opinion," Emma said.

"Are there any fighting teams?" Bart asked casually.

"There's a martial arts team," Emma said with a serious face, "you can join it. If you want to, you can drop out of school and join the martial arts team tomorrow."

"Then forget about it," Bart thought for a moment.

"Bart," Emma said considerately, "no matter what choice and decision you make, we and the whole family will support you. But you should not regard everything as a boring topic. Your father and I, every decision we make have been carefully considered. But we want to make you happy and do not want to interfere with many decisions in your life. So you can make your decisions, do you understand?" When filling in the paper for choosing a major, Bart who sat in his seat thought over what Emma had said.

Bart was a little confused at her age, she did not know what to do when she grew up.

She was not like that idiot Kaden, whose goal in his life was to chase after Livia and be close to her.

Bart thought about it carefully and found she seemed to have no dream.

Therefore, she had nothing to prefer in choosing the major.

"Later, help me hand it over." Bart pushed the paper onto the table of her deskmate.

Her deskmate glanced at it and said, "You didn't fill it up."

"Then help me fill it up." Bart picked up her bag and pulled open the window. Then, she stepped on the table and jumped outside through the window.

Her deskmate was shocked.

Although it was the second floor, she still stretched her head to take a look at Bart worriedly.

Bart had already stood up. As if she felt it, Bart suddenly turned around and looked up, just in time to run into her deskmate's eyes.

Bart raised her eyebrows slightly, then turned around and left without looking back.

What she didn't know was that at that moment, a young man admired her a lot because she was confident and determined.

Half a month later, the classes were divided again according to different majors.

Bart entered a classroom with her school bag in her hands. Just as she entered, she saw the boy sitting by the window.

"Hello, nice to meet you, my deskmate." Bart directly threw her schoolbag over. Her deskmate reached out to catch it and helped her hang it on the chair.

There were a lot of unfamiliar faces in the classroom. Bart looked at them and felt boring. Suddenly she seemed to remember something and asked, "My deskmate, I don't know your name yet."

Bart's deskmate was reading his notes and opened the first page of his notebook to show her his signature.

Kael.

"Kael?" Bart stared at him and asked, "what does it mean? I think it's normal. Why did your parents choose this name?"

Kael shook his head but kept silent.

Bart had been sitting at the same table with him for so long, but she always found him silent.

There was no difference in which class Bart was. The classroom was always busy and noisy. Those who wanted to study would quietly sit in class while those who didn't want to go to class were all gathered in the back row of the classroom.