The Long Aotian Cub Becomes the Pampered Darling of a Wealthy Family 94

Chapter 94

The sky was gray and misty, and the fog was scattered between heaven and earth, wrapping the whole world in the damp cold of the white fog.

Tiantian’s spirit was very good after he woke up, full of vitality.

He didn’t need to go out for a recording today, so he put on his fluffy pajamas and bounced down from upstairs.

Tiantian, who had grown a little taller, was now walking down the stairs more and more smoothly.

Although in the eyes of others, he had to stretch his legs long to take a step down the stairs, and the short and stout little one had to walk for a long time to get down.

But for Tiantian, this was already a very amazing thing.

Qin Ye saw Tiantian coming down from the stairs and ran to the bottom of the stairs to meet him.

Qin Ye stood there, like a green and tender sapling, with a calm appearance. Although he was only two or three years older than Tiantian, it was as if a whole generation separated them.

“Tiantian, are we going out to play today?”

To be able to play with Tiantian today, Qin Ye had stayed up very late last night and had finished all of today’s homework in advance.

He had recently been preparing for a children’s group math Olympiad competition. The substitute teacher was very strict, and he had to learn a lot every day.

Tiantian shook his head. He jumped down from the last step and let out a long sigh.

“No, the butler uncle said that I’ve been missing classes because of the variety show recording, so I have to make up for it today.”

He had to make up for a math class in the morning and a Chinese class in the afternoon.

Math was Tiantian’s most dreaded subject. Before every class, he was like a lost soul, dizzy and dazed.

Qin Ye said very considerately:

“It’s okay, Tiantian. I’ll go to class with you. I can do my own homework on the side.”

As long as he could be with Tiantian, Qin Ye was very happy.

Tiantian hummed twice, ran to the dining room, and finished his breakfast in big mouthfuls.

The math teacher, Teacher Zhao, soon arrived. He was wearing glasses and was refined and kind.

Teacher Zhao walked into the study first and asked, “Have you finished the homework I assigned last time, Tiantian?”

Tiantian lowered his head in guilt.

He walked into the study, sticking to the corner of the wall, wishing he could shrink into a little ant and drill into a crack in the corner of the wall and never be found.

Teacher Zhao saw the little one’s guilty appearance, almost embedding his head in the wall, his big eyes sparkling as he secretly looked at him. How could he not understand?

“Alright, it seems that Tiantian has been too busy lately. After all, recording a variety show does take time, so it’s understandable.”

Tiantian immediately lifted his head, his eyes lit up, and he nodded.

“That’s right, that’s right. Tiantian has been too busy lately. It’s not that I deliberately forgot to do my homework.”

Tiantian then couldn’t wait to ask:

“Teacher, have you seen the TV series I acted in?”

Teacher Zhao had actually seen it.

His wife was a drama-chasing fan. When she learned that the student her husband was teaching was the little prince in the drama, she couldn’t help but ask him if Tiantian was as cute as in the drama.

“I saw it. You acted very well, but you can’t neglect your math. Hurry up and sit down. Let’s go over the homework from last time first.”

Tiantian’s class progress was still in line with the level of a normal child.

When he wrote numbers, he would often get confused between 3 and 8. For a while, he always felt that 3 was half of 8, so 3 was actually 4.

Teacher Zhao was stunned by his unparalleled twisted logic.

Fortunately, after patient teaching, Tiantian finally memorized the relationship between a few numbers.

But he started to get confused between 6 and 9 again, and would often write them backwards.

He even asked Teacher Zhao with a puzzled expression, “Teacher, why do 6 and 9 look exactly the same? Are they twins?”

Teacher Zhao didn’t know what to say.

It had taken him several months to learn ten numbers, not to mention the two-digit numbers that had been progressing slowly recently.

Tiantian sat on the chair, his small hands behind his back, his head held high, and he stared at the teacher writing problems on the small blackboard without blinking.

His expression was very serious, but in reality, his dark eyes were already beginning to wander.

Will there be little wontons for lunch?

The seafood-filled wontons were delicious and would burst with juice when you bit into them. Tiantian had worked hard in class today, so Auntie Mu-Mu would definitely ask the chef uncle to make them for him.

Thinking this, Tiantian couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes curving into sparkling little crescent moons.

Teacher Zhao knew at a glance that the little one was daydreaming.

He coughed, tapped Tiantian’s head, and told him to come back to his senses.

“Let’s continue to look at the problem 11+7…”

Tiantian quickly came back to his senses, turned his little brain, and tried his best to remember the solution to this problem.

But to little avail.

At this moment, his mind was full of little wontons, and the more he listened to the class, the more his mouth watered.

Teacher Zhao saw his little gluttonous appearance and simply gave him an example.

“Alright, let’s assume that Tiantian’s lunch today is a bowl of little wontons. There are eleven in a bowl, and then, Qin Ye can’t finish his, so he gives you seven of his little wontons. How many little wontons do you think Tiantian can eat?”

Tiantian was drawn by this example.

He couldn’t help but let out a “wow,” his eyes sparkling.

“Really? Yezi, you can’t finish your little wontons and want to give them to me?”

Qin Ye, who was sitting on the side, practicing problems on a tablet, looked up, hummed twice, and let out a small smile.

“If Tiantian wants to eat them, you can have all of mine.”

This time, Tiantian calculated very quickly. He raised his small hand and answered:

“I can eat two bowls of little wontons!”

Teacher Zhao showed a deathly smile and shook his head.

“No, Qin Ye only gave you seven. You can’t eat two bowls.”

Tiantian let out an “ah.” Before he could speak, Qin Ye on the side was the first to speak anxiously:

“No! I’ll give all of mine to Tiantian!”

This example could not be continued.

Teacher Zhao had no choice but to change it to dividing apples, changed the protagonist, and had himself give Shen Tiantian seven apples.

This class, Shen Tiantian had both eaten wontons and divided apples. By the end of the class, he had finally understood this problem.

It was truly a joyous occasion.

Teacher Zhao was so happy he almost cried. His back was desolate as he finally ended this class.

It was worth mentioning that Tiantian’s lunch was indeed little wontons.

Qin Ye stayed at the Shen family for a meal. He was a man of his word and directly gave his bowl of little wontons to Tiantian.

Auntie Mu thought that Qin Ye didn’t like to eat seafood-filled wontons and gave him a portion of dumplings instead.

Tiantian counted the little wontons in his bowl. There were very few in a bowl, only five!

Half of his sky had collapsed. He looked up and asked Auntie Mu-Mu with incomprehension.

“There are fewer little wontons. Teacher Zhao said that there are eleven wontons in a bowl.”

Auntie Mu: ??

Does the math teacher also know these things?

But every time she gave Tiantian dumplings or wontons, it was always five.

Auntie Mu was confused, but the little wontons she had made today were particularly small, so it was fine to give Shen Tiantian eleven.

He just couldn’t eat anything else.

Tiantian was very satisfied with the little wontons. His belly was full, and he didn’t take an afternoon nap. He watched an episode of a cartoon with Qin Ye.

In the afternoon, Tiantian had another Chinese class.

Although it was called Chinese, at Shen Tiantian’s current level, he was actually learning pinyin and simple characters.

The teacher asked Shen Tiantian to read aloud, and the more he read, the better he would remember.

Tiantian followed the teacher, his small hands behind his back, sitting on a small stool, shaking his head, his voice clear and crisp.

Qin Ye was still sitting in a corner, watching Tiantian shake his head and follow the teacher in reading pinyin, and couldn’t help but press his lips into a smile.

Tiantian is like a quacking little yellow duck.

The Chinese class went quite smoothly. Shen Tiantian learned very few pinyin each time, and he still hadn’t recognized all the pinyin.

After class, Qin Ye said goodbye and went home.

To prevent Tiantian from forgetting to do his homework again, the butler uncle directly took Shen Tiantian’s homework book and prepared to watch him finish his homework.

Shen Yuanchuan, who had come home from work early, heard the sobbing sound from the study on the second floor. He didn’t even have time to change his clothes and went in to take a look.

Shen Tiantian was sitting at a small desk, his eye sockets red, struggling to count on his little fingers.

Unfortunately, he counted and counted, but he didn’t get a single problem right.

The butler uncle let out a long sigh, turned his head to see that Shen Yuanchuan had returned, and shook his head.

“Tiantian is having a hard time. He just can’t solve this problem.”

Shen Yuanchuan hummed in acknowledgment, pulled up a chair, and directly sat next to Shen Tiantian.

“Uncle Zhou, you go and get busy. I’ll teach Tiantian how to do the problems. It’s just a few elementary school math problems. It’s nothing.”

The butler uncle wanted to say something but hesitated. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he closed it.

He silently went out and made a cup of fire-clearing and lung-clearing tea for Shen Yuanchuan.

As the butler had expected, in just five minutes—

“This is 9, not 2!”

“How can you get such a simple problem wrong? I really don’t understand.”

“Dividing apples? I’m not giving you any. Hurry up and do your problems!”

Tiantian was wronged, and his eye sockets were even redder. His little chest heaved, and he was so angered by his daddy that tears fell.

“Why aren’t you giving any to Tiantian? Teacher Zhao always likes to give Tiantian apples!”

Shen Yuanchuan closed his eyes and slapped his head helplessly.

Tiantian erased the wrong problem with an eraser, gritted his little teeth, and said with a huff:

“Teacher Zhao gave me seven apples. Daddy is so stingy. He won’t even give me one.”

Shen Yuanchuan was so angry he laughed.

“You remember the numbers so well now. Why can’t you do it when you’re solving problems?”

Tiantian was so angry his little belly puffed out. He placed the eraser heavily on the table, making it roll twice.

Being glared at by his daddy, Tiantian quickly put the eraser back, gently.

“I’ll be done soon. Teacher Zhao said I’ve made a lot of progress.”

Shen Yuanchuan didn’t believe it at all.

“Hurry up and write. If you don’t finish today, you won’t get any after-dinner dessert.”

With that, Shen Yuanchuan poked Shen Tiantian’s increasingly round little belly.

“I see you eat quite a lot every day. It’s fine if you don’t grow taller, but why don’t you grow a brain?”

After one homework tutoring session, the father-son relationship between Tiantian and Shen Yuanchuan almost broke down on the spot.

The fire-clearing tea that the butler uncle had prepared also came in handy. Shen Yuanchuan had to drink four or five cups before he calmed down.

Until he went to bed, Shen Yuanchuan was still thinking about this.

He sat up, took out his phone, and searched for a series of questions such as “why can’t a four-year-old child do math problems,” “how to improve a child’s IQ,” and “will a father-son relationship break down because of homework tutoring.”

In the end, after searching and searching, Shen Yuanchuan, who had been led astray by a bunch of unscrupulous netizens, sighed and was full of worry.

When this little son goes to elementary school, will he not be called to the principal’s office?

At that time, he would have to stand in a corner with Shen Tiantian and be scolded by the teacher.

The thought was unbearable.

But Tiantian, next door, had a big heart. He had forgotten the unpleasantness of doing his problems in a flash and was even happily giving the small gifts he had bought during the variety show recording to his brother and his daddy.

Shen Yuanchuan’s door was knocked. He saw his little son eagerly come to give him a gift, his eyes filled with happy anticipation.

Shen Yuanchuan’s heart finally softened.

Forget it. If he gets scolded by the teacher, he gets scolded by the teacher.

Who made him Shen Tiantian’s dad?