Well, now the cleaned uniforms are back in their hands.Holding Zeach's uniform, which he often spat on but actually treasured, Nathan raised the corners of his lips slightly.Gary Bowers raised an eyebrow, "When did Nathan learn to be so out of his depth, huh?" And in the nick of time.The uniforms of each school, which were selected, made the camp colorful and vibrant, with a youthful and enthusiastic atmosphere."Is it possible that everyone in the First Army from No. 11 to No. 20 were eliminated by these junior high school students?" The high school students asked, with deep fear, "That's terrible." They're just junior high school students, but they managed to eliminate the NO.11-NO.20 of this camp.After putting on the uniform, the vice-captain who was always on the move and never allowed to fail seemed to be back.It was difficult to catch such a ball in a hurry. But even so, the yellow ball was held firmly in front of the two of them, and could not be moved any further."So tha
On the world stage, this young man is preparing to take flight in a way that will shock the world. And this kind of tennis is like adding wings to his dreams. "America team wins, 3-2, change sides." During the side change, Nathan's steps remained steady, despite the intensity of his running causing him to breathe lightly. He knew that his tennis had undergone changes and breakthroughs, but he understood that it wasn't enough for the World Cup final. The opponent wouldn't easily give up hope of victory, and there seemed to be something they were hiding from him. With this knowledge, Nathan became even more cautious and determined. He was well aware of the difficulties he had faced to reach this point, and he was determined not to lose here. A newfound feeling of determination washed over him, leaving him with only one obsession—to win! As he lifted his head, the youth's eyes shone brightly, captivating everyone around him. "Today, Nathan looks remarkably different," Aryan from
Nathan just sent a message to the employer. He took a deep breath as he stood in front of the majestic house. It was his 18th birthday, but there was no time to celebrate. He had to work to earn a living and make ends meet. He was a cleaner. He didn't have anyone to fall back on. He raised his fist to knock on the door when it suddenly swung open. Nathan's eyes widened in shock as he stared into the face of his former classmate, Dylan Blanchard. The boy who used to tease him in school, the one who made his life a living hell. And now, he was his employer. "Nathan, what are you doing here?" Dylan's voice was cold and distant, and Nathan felt a shiver run down his spine. "I'm here to clean." Nathan tried to keep his voice steady, but his hands shook. Dylan's voice was filled with amusement, and he laughed loudly. "I can't believe the cleaner I hired is none other than my favorite punching bag from high school!" Nathan felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as Dylan called out to e
Tears mixed with the grime from the dirty water on Nathan's face as he tried to put as much distance between himself and the house as he could. He felt embarrassed and uncomfortable as he made his way to the bus stop, but he had no other option - his home was too far away to walk, and he didn't have enough money for a taxi. The driver and assistant immediately noticed the odor when he stepped onto the bus. The driver wrinkled his nose and stepped back while the assistant covered her mouth and nose with her hand. Driver: "Sir, you need to get off the bus. The smell is making everyone sick." Assistant: "It's not safe for everyone if you’re on here like this." Nathan tried to explain his situation, but the driver and assistant were not moved. They told him that he would have to leave the bus immediately. Two other passengers on the bus agreed with the driver and added their comments: "Looks like this guy dived the dump. And now he’s a dump guy.”"I don't understand why he got on th
As he looked at his phone, Nathan sat on the bed, lost in thought. He remembered the day he got the text message that said he had seven hundred thousand dollars in his bank account. Nathan was over the moon. He couldn't believe his luck. He quickly ran to the nearest ATM to withdraw the money, but as soon as he inserted his card, he was caught on video by Andy Vaughn, Dylan Blanchard, and Anthony Turner, his classmates who had sent him the fake SMS message. Dylan laughed while recording the video: "Nathan's bank account must be feeling lonely, with just a few cents in there." Andy Vaughn, the head of the pranksters, didn't miss the opportunity to mock Nathan and said: "Yeah. Poor guy. He can’t withdraw because his withdrawal limit is zero dollars. Haha.” "Nathan, you should stick to daydreaming about being rich rather than trying to withdraw fake money.” Anthony Turner join in. The incident made him a laughing stock, and the video went viral. Nathan felt humiliated and vowed nev
Nathan walked into the local bank, his heart racing with anticipation.The early morning sun was just beginning to peek through the windows, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floor.Nathan scanned the lobby, noting that there were few people around. He passed the two guards standing at the entrance, their eyes watching the road outside. As Nathan walked by, he noticed that the guards exchanged a glance, and their eyes seemed to look at him with disdain.Nathan felt annoyed; he didn't know why the guards were acting that way, but he pushed it aside and continued to the counter.Nathan walked up to the bank counter, where a female employee was sitting. She looked up at him, but her expression was one of disappointment. Nathan felt embarrassed as he realized she must judge him based on his cheap clothes."Can I help you?" the woman asked, her tone cold and distant."Yes, I need to withdraw some money from my account," Nathan replied, trying to sound confident.The woman nodded a
Declan couldn't believe it. He had never been ignored like this before, especially not in a place like a bank. Declan was furious and couldn't help but think of a way to get back at Nathan. Declan had a sudden idea and started laughing. He turned to the manager and said, "You know, Nathan's not as rich as you think. He makes a living by cleaning at others house." Sensing Declan's plan, Hayleigh added, "I think you should check his bank account more carefully. I have a feeling something's not right." The manager and the staff needed clarification. How could someone with a hundred million dollars in their bank account be a cleaner? But Declan had a card up his sleeve. He pulled out a black card and handed it to the manager. Hayleigh: "Wow, a black card? It's awe-inspiring." Declan said as he turned his head to look at Nathan with expressive eyes: "I'm glad you appreciate it. It's not easy to come by, you know. Only those with 200 million dollars in their account got this card."
The manager sat in his office, gesturing for Nathan to sit across from him. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Mr Jimenez. I must apologize for the confusion earlier. My name is Rory Heath, and I am the manager of this branch. I had to verify your identity because this account belongs to the Jimenez family." Nathan asked: "Okay. What do I need to do?" Rory Heat is not showing any emotion in his tone: "To verify your identity, I will need to see a government-issued identification card such as a driver's license or passport.” Nathan handed the identity card over to Rory Heat, who took it and inspected it visually to ensure that it was valid and that the photograph matched Nathan's face. Rory Heat said: “Now, I will be using a specialized ID scanner to extract your personal information from your ID card and verify it against our bank's records." Nathan nodded: "Okay, got it." Rory Heat then asked Nathan to provide a signature, and he compared it to the signature on the ID and