The headmaster nodded his head, "It's highly irregular, but your academic background allows for an exception."
Lance felt relief flood his system. "Thank you, headmaster. You won't regret it. I am fully committed to excelling in no matter what I attempt."
The headmaster stood up and shook the young man's hand. "It's my pleasure. We'll see you at school tomorrow morning."
"Hey, son, do you want to take a break and toss the ball around?" he asked.
Lance tried to keep from groaning. Great, throwing the ball around with good, old dad. Should be loads of fun, he thought sourly.
"That was awesome! Did you see how I put the twist on that last ball?"
Victor smiled and patted Lance's back. "I sure did, son. That was real good. Maybe next time I'll show you a trick for putting more spin on it."
"Yeah? That'd be great!"
Victor glanced at his watch. "Want to go check out the sports channel. I think there's a game on."
"Lead on!" Lance said happily.