12dz Chapter 497 My Child Can't Be a Bad Student 3
Chapter 497 My Child Can't Be a Bad Student 3
"Not only that, he can also eat by himself when he's hungry, and he can walk two kilometers on his own and still find his way home."
Having also been tormented all night, Ling Yi didn't hold back when criticizing Tang Cheng.
Tang Muxiao said quietly, "I suspect he switched babies. Why don't we go get a DNA test?"
The maid, who had tidied up the study, carried a large pile of things into the living room. Listening to the couple's complaints, she was at a loss for what to do.
Fortunately, Ling Yi noticed her and waved to ease her embarrassment: "Come on, let me see what surprise my good son has for his mother."
"Yes." The maid's expression was a little strange. After putting the things down, she left as if she were fleeing.
Ling Yi, on the other hand, looked down at the huge pile of odds and ends on the ground.
The first thing that catches the eye is a golden Buddha statue...
This Buddhist disciple is quite devout.
Tang Muxiao also squatted in front of the Buddha statue, and after a while said, "Is this the one my dad brought back from the temple before?"
As it turns out, the harm a grandfather with feudal superstitions can cause to his descendants is immeasurable.
The old man has been gone for five or six years, but his lingering influence is still harming children.
Ling Yi sighed, "Let's burn it for the old folks. Don't let the children waste such good things."
She then shifted her gaze to the next set of 108 beads, paused for a moment, and looked at the bracelet, Buddhist scriptures, wooden fish, and two prayer cushions.
After a moment's thought, she suggested, "Since the child likes Buddhist culture so much, why don't we send him to the Shaolin Temple?"
Don't let the future abbot's piety be hindered!
Tang Muxiao picked up the last booklet and sneered, "How do you think he got his 1.8-meter height?"
He eats meat like a glutton; which Buddha would accept him?
Jigong?
Tang Muxiao casually flipped through the booklet and said indifferently, "Don't think too much about it. The child is still young. We'll definitely be able to..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and his hand holding the booklet trembled slightly.
He glanced at the booklet briefly, then turned the page, and then another...
The way he was flipping through it didn't look like a child's booklet; it looked like a spy's codebook.
Ling Yi chuckled: "You're such a grown-up, why are you making such a fuss?"
She took the notebook, and on the first page it read:
In their circle, dating isn't called dating, it's called following someone. There was someone who followed me for three years.
Ling Yi shuddered, and goosebumps rose on her arms at a visible speed.
The second page:
The Buddhist monk in Beijing's elite circles was as aloof as moonlight, and had not been close to women for years. Yet, he was moved to tears by a woman, kneeling before the Buddha for three days, begging her to look at him one more time.
Ling Yi's throat moved involuntarily, and a strange, muffled laugh escaped from it.
Page 3:
A top female celebrity was caught kissing a mysterious man, and her scandal spread across the internet overnight. A cool and aloof Buddhist monk reposted the paparazzi photos with the caption: "Mine."
"Snapped."
Ling Yi slammed the notebook shut, staring blankly at the sky: "What is this? What is all this?!"
Tang Muxiao's eyes were filled with confusion: "Should we not have come into this world at all?"
It would be nice if this Buddhist monk could carry his prayer beads and, years later, say "mine" to the woman he loves.
Ling Yi said quietly, "How about we create another alt account?"
With so much essence incorporated, how many books has this child read, and how many times has he immersed himself in them!
When he wears the bracelet, is he thinking of a stunningly beautiful female celebrity hugging his neck, creating some kind of Buddhist monk x worldly rich and beautiful couple?
This is this...
This child is way too precocious.
Some kids are still watching "Boonie Bears" at thirteen, and that's when they start becoming part of the Beijing Buddhist circle.
Thinking of this, Ling Yi, who was lying on the floor with her eyes vacant, kicked Tang Muxiao: "You've ruined the child's life."
"Ok?"
"Without a Beijing hukou (household registration), your children will never be able to get into the Beijing social circle."
If you move to a different city, won't the prestige of the place drop drastically?
Tang Muxiao shuddered, sat up abruptly, and said with a resolute look in his eyes, as if he were about to blow up the moon: "In this lifetime, I will never ask for a Beijing residency!"
His child could never be a Buddhist monk from the Beijing elite circle!
Thinking of those princes who gave him goosebumps, Tang Muxiao's expression twisted for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This child must be disciplined!"
Otherwise, he was really afraid that one day Tang Cheng would bring back a pretty girl and say to him, "This woman has been with me for three years, and I want to give her a proper status."
"What's it to you?" Ling Yi, who had been tutoring him all night, began to regret that she was human.
If she were just an AI, she could easily separate a sub-body, cut off the connection, and have it tutor Tang Cheng.
At that time, even if this child angers that sub-body to the point of program disorder, causing it to explode and self-destruct, it will have nothing to do with her original self!
Unfortunately, she is now a person.
She had no way to separate her offspring, and her fragile body wouldn't allow her to suppress her emotions.
She could only helplessly suffer from high blood pressure due to her child's anger, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Ling Yi glanced sideways at the Buddha statue with its eyes lowered and looking at the world with pity, and murmured "Amitabha."
Buddha above, please forgive her, for she is the Peacock King Bodhisattva personally appointed by the Buddha, and let the child be less angry with her!
Tang Muxiao's expression stiffened slightly. Under Ling Yi's probing question of "mind your own business," he said softly, "I'm quite wealthy."
Ling Yi: "?"
"Hiring an education team shouldn't be a problem."
"As the saying goes, leave professional matters to professionals." Tang Muxiao's words became more and more fluent as he spoke: "My profession is making money, so it's only reasonable for me to use the money I earn to hire a teaching team for my child!"
A professor who had taught countless outstanding students and possessed immense self-confidence was so disheartened by a child in just one night that he withdrew from the education field.
Ling Yi sneered, "Didn't you say you could teach children well?"
Tang Muxiao retorted with a sneer: "An AI that teaches hundreds of millions of children?"
After hurting each other, the two of them simultaneously lost their voices.
Ling Yi turned her head and looked at the mess of little trinkets: "What do we do with these?"
These are all childhood memories for the children; we can't just throw them all away.
Tang Muxiao looked at everything except the Buddha statue, and the smile on his lips gradually turned sinister: "Of course, it's to preserve the child's beautiful memories!"
He wanted to keep all these things safe so that when his son grew up, he could properly recall his childhood!
He must be happy about his great achievements in his youth!
To accomplish such great things at such a young age, Tang Muxiao is truly impressed!
Ling Yi's eyes darted around, and she coughed lightly, saying, "A child's childhood is the most precious asset in their life, and we must cherish it."
"So, setting up a childhood museum to preserve all these things, making videos and physical materials, and ensuring that children can still see their beautiful childhood memories when they are eighty years old, is something we as parents should do, right?"
“Something’s not right!” Tang Muxiao’s voice floated up.
He loves this plan so much, it has to be carried out!