At this moment, Zhou Yaling's mind was in turmoil.

She's not stupid; if she hadn't realized what was happening by now, she'd be no different from a fool.

Her dear brother! Not only did he come to make a speech at her school, but he also decided to settle personal scores by chatting with her homeroom teacher.

If it were Yaling's dad, the effect wouldn't be as strong, making her teacher so focused on her academic performance.

But Mo Jingchun is different; he's like a living legend close at hand.

Zhou Yaling fiddled with her fingers in silence, while Yang Kun showed no signs of stopping.

"Your math teacher mentioned, your problems with big questions are fine, but you mainly lose points on multiple-choice questions. If you limit your mistakes in the multiple-choice to three or two, scoring above 90 is easy, and with a bit more effort, you could score over 100."

The school bell rang again and again. It wasn't until the last class for self-study that Zhou Yaling was finally allowed to leave by Yang Kun to attend her class meeting.

After Zhou Yaling left, Yang Kun took a stack of old textbooks from the drawer, and Mo Jingchun's name stood out on the pages.

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Since the snow on New Year's Eve, the weather back home has been quite nice. The sun shines brightly every day, though it's colder in the morning and evening.

Around one or two in the afternoon, it's the warmest. Wearing a down jacket to bask in the sun becomes unbearable.

That afternoon, a bit past three, Mo Jingchun was sunbathing in the courtyard with Candy when Xu Pengfei called.

"Boss, someone was just here looking for you. After learning you weren't back yet, they left," Xu Pengfei said over the phone.

He speculated that the visitor might be from some big company or an investor.

Anyone with eyes could see that the intelligent anti-shake spoon from Candy Technology Co., Ltd. was remarkable, with mind-blowing profits.

A delicious cake—who wouldn't want a slice, or even the whole thing?

In the courtyard, Mo Jingchun lay on a chair, with Candy lazily sprawled on his chest.

Holding the phone, Mo Jingchun frowned at Xu Pengfei's analysis, deep in thought.

After a moment, Mo Jingchun spoke to Xu Pengfei, "I understand. If anyone else comes asking, just tell them that Candy Technology Co., Ltd. isn't short on funds right now and doesn't need financing."

But the next day, someone else came knocking—this time, a group of foreign visitors.

Jack Atlas looked incredulously at the cramped and crowded office in front of him. It was here—a small, unknown company founded not even half a year ago—that a more advanced intelligent anti-shake spoon than GYENNO's was developed.

Unbelievable.

In the cramped office, Su Wenyan politely served tea to the visitors, regardless of their possibly ill intentions, as courtesy was still important.

Jack Atlas's words were easily understood by Xu Pengfei and Su Wenyan, and communicating in English was no challenge.

However, after consulting their boss, Mo Jingchun, Xu Pengfei smilingly declined their acquisition offer in his native language.

Despite the attractive offer, Mo Jingchun knew they didn't only want the product; their engineers had clearly seen the intelligent anti-shake spoon's impressive internal posture balance algorithm.

Disappointed by the rejection, Jack Atlas wasn't too bothered.

Rejection was normal, though it was a pity that with his position, he couldn't persuade the head office to offer better terms.

After hanging up, Mo Jingchun shook his head, closed his eyes again, and kept his hands on the little one resting on his chest.

Enjoying the pleasant sunshine.

Pop~

Suddenly, a sound shattered the tranquility, and Mo Jingchun opened his eyes, stunned to meet Candy's gaze.

The next moment, the little one laughed heartily, while Mo Jingchun lay helplessly on the chair.

"Sigh~"

With a sigh, Mo Jingchun took the little one back inside, where he washed and cleaned. It took over ten minutes, but he finally managed to change into a new diaper.

Thankfully, by 2021, diapers existed; otherwise, they'd still be using and reusing diaper pads.

Just imagining endless diaper pads to wash gave Mo Jingchun a headache.

In the room, Mo Jingchun spontaneously lifted Candy—now in a fresh diaper—up high.

Unexpectedly, the little one seemed to thoroughly enjoy being lifted high, smiling joyfully.

"Whee~ Taking off~"

In reality, Mo Jingchun's hands never left Candy, continually supporting the little body.

Feeling a bit tired, Mo Jingchun stopped.

The moment he ceased, the little one frowned in dissatisfaction, eagerly awaiting to be lifted high again by Mo Jingchun.

"That's enough, that's enough, my hands are tired. Tomorrow I'll lift you high again."

The little one pouted. If it weren't time for milk, they might have cried up a storm.

At night, the moon shone brightly, the sky clear of clouds, with twinkling stars easily visible, especially the easily recognizable Big Dipper, prominent against the starry backdrop.

The little one had fallen asleep, clutching their bedtime toy rattle tightly in their small hand.

Not far away, Mo Jingchun, under the desk lamp, was typing out a new algorithm.

It's one that's important or not, depending on how it's used.

Is a sorting algorithm important? For programs that need it, extremely so; for those that don't, it's worthless.

A sorting algorithm is like a formula, offering faster calculations of results.

And naturally, a more efficient formula gets the desired results faster.

This time, Mo Jingchun planned to use the new sorting algorithm to publish several SCI papers. Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to disclose the most critical content in an SCI journal.

The winter nights in the countryside were very quiet, except for the sound of Mo Jingchun's keyboard clicks; there was no other noise in the room.

Mo Jingchun kept writing until 1 a.m., then stretched and climbed into the comfort of the soft big bed, dragging his already icy feet behind him.

The closer he got to the little one, the more he felt a wave of warmth.

The sleeping little one was like a hot water bottle, radiating heat.

After switching his phone to silent mode, Mo Jingchun closed his eyes, cleared his thoughts, and gradually drifted into a dream.

In his dream, Mo Jingchun felt a foot stepping on his face, unable to move it despite his efforts.

In the morning, Mo Jingchun strangely started snoring, probably from being too tired the night before.

The little one, having climbed up holding onto the bedhead, accidentally stepped on Mo Jingchun's face. Seeing no reaction from him, the little one quietly crawled back into the covers, as if nothing ever happened.

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