Chapter 539: 535: Timmy’s Bottleneck Period<div>


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    Richelle clucked her tongue and said, “Master Lewis, may I ask when you’re nning to retire?”


    Roy Lewis’s mind was rapidly calcting.<div>


    “Ideally at forty, that way both of us would still have the energy to travel and have fun. If possible, we could even get two tickets to the space station to broaden our horizons,” he remarked.


    Roy originally thought that Richelle was just casually making conversation, but now that she hadid out their retirement ns so specifically, he realized that she was quite serious.


    “Alright, dream on. Even if our three precious children can take over our responsibilities seamlessly, they still need to enjoy their youth—they need to make friends and fall in love!”


    And so, the couple went from chatting about the non-existent love interests of their children to discussions about their own experiences having children. “Richelle, do you think we have twin or triplet genes? If we do, their children would multiply by three, making our family lively for sure,” Roy wondered. Richelle couldn’t help butugh at his imagination and wild associations. “Indeed, if that were the case, we’d have to build a huge castle on a mountain to amodate all the rowdy kids,” she mused.


    Just thinking about that scene made Roy chuckle as well.


    “That’s right, we’d have enough for a ser team and could even open a kindergarten!”


    While the parentsughed their heads off in the study, upstairs in the entertainment room, Timmy was attending an online ss with his teacher.


    After ss, his teacher asked, “Timmy, I’ll be giving a lecture at Hontrug University next week. Would you like toe and listen?”


    Timmy really wanted to go, but he knew that his parents were both busy right now, and he didn’t know when his father would be avable.


    If he went, his mother would have to leave his father and siblings to apany him.


    “Master, I won’t go…” Timmy declined reluctantly.<div>


    Seeing Timmy’s disappointed expression, his teacher asked, “Is there anything troubling you, child? Tell me, maybe I can help you!”


    Timmy shook his head, “No, Master, I just don’t want to leave my parents and siblings.”


    His teacherughed, “Oh you silly boy, it’s just for a few days! I’m not asking you toe live with me as my son.”


    However, no matter what his teacher said, Timmy kept shaking his head.


    Finally, his teacher gave up and stopped asking.


    He then told Richelle about the situation.


    Upon hearing this, she immediately understood her foolish son’s thoughts.


    “Mr. Kingston, there is a limited number of seats for your event, right? Please reserve one for Timmy. I’ll try to persuade him, and I’ll give you a definite answerter,” she promised.


    A master’s lecture like this was a rare opportunity not only for Timmy but also for Richelle herself, as they didn’t happen often.


    However, these masters were usually advanced in age and reluctant to exert themselves. Even when many universities or organizations offered them lucrative invitations, they often didn’t want to attend.


    Furthermore, a lecture like this typically invited more than one or two masters —there would be at least five or six.<div>


    Therefore, from the perspective of gaining knowledge and experience, this was an excellent opportunity.


    “Alright, try to persuade him. After all, he’s still a child and doesn’t know how rare such chances can be,” Mr. Kingston agreed.


    He had only three guest seats for his lecture, and the other two were already upied by associate professors in their forties.


    Master Kingston truly appreciated and valued Timmy, wanting him to experience such high-level gatherings.


    Richelle first mentioned the matter to Roy Lewis, who immediately understood their son’s thinking.


    “That silly boy is probably concerned about my special situation right now and doesn’t want to burden you with apanying him. That’s why he’s refusing,” Roy deduced.


    Richelle agreed with his assessment.


    “I do want him to go because such lectures only happen once every few years. Moreover, I think he’s now reached his bottleneck period, just like I did. Master Kingston likely wants to use this lecture to help him break through. With a boost like this, Timmy could make exponential progress,” she reasoned.


    Roy didn’t fully understand the intricacies of the professional field.


    “Have you experienced this before?” he asked.


    Richelle nodded, “Yes, I spent about half a year with my teacher when I hadpleted all my university courses and entered my bottleneck period. Timmy’s situation right now should be quite simr to mine. Master Kingston has trained many outstanding students over the years, so his judgment is likely much shrewder.”<div>


    Roy, intrigued by her words, inquired, “Didn’t Master Seaton notice this back then?”


    Richelle confirmed, “My teacher is actually quite careless, and her strange personality prevents her frommunicating well with others. At that time, I was so frustrated with my studies that I had even considered quitting and switching to my favorite design major.”


    Roy found this extremely interesting. “So, how did you, the lost girl, find your way back to the right path?” he asked.


    Though the events urred four or five years ago, they were still crystal clear in Richelle’s memory.


    “Years ago, there was a horrific serial traffic ident in South Asia. Nearly ten critically injured victims were sent to the hospital. My teacher took me in as an assistant during the bloody emergency rescue operations. It was only then that I realized the importance of my field. Since then, though I asionally argued with my teacher, I never thought of quitting again,” she recalled..