Lately, Fang Guanghui wasn't busy at work, so he clocked out early each day and picked up his child from kindergarten in place of his wife.
While waiting for the children to finish school, he always heard parents complaining that their kids weren't studying properly.
"Sigh, I have no idea what to do with our child. He's nearly six and getting him to read is worse than killing him."
"Same with our kid, always playing that 'Egg Star' game. He's recently been nagging me to buy him a Paru console, which costs almost 2000 yuan, claiming it's endorsed by their kindergarten classmates. If he doesn't buy it, he's not giving face."
"Ah... that's Youyou, right?"
"Which Youyou?"
"The one who was famous before, Emperor Youyou, the child prodigy from the variety shows..."
"Oh, the little genius! I really want to see what his parents are like, how they managed to raise such an incredible son."
"Yeah, me too!"