Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Previously, Father Chen had taken Super Chen to have his head shaved to cut off his fantasy of pursuing the art of language through âpermingâ⦠but it was no use. Four-year-old Super Chen was fluent in Beijing-accented guankou 1; who knew what crosstalk masterpiece he had secretly learned from.
Young children were quick learners, especially when it came to things that they were particularly interested in.
This time, Father Chen felt like he had been thoroughly bamboozled by Super Chen. There was a saying: âbamboozling dad is what a youngster does 2 â⦠Actually, Father Chen also felt he was at fault since he didnât explain the definition of âoutsiderâ to Super Chen last night.
Apart from heaven and earth, and you and I, everyone else were outsiders.
The dojo disciples were very close to Super Chen, and he obviously didnât treat this group of brothers as outsidersâ¦
It was just that Father Chen had barely stepped into the dojo before he heard Super Chen shouting that he had been split in two, which was a slightly odd feeling.
The secret that Xiaoling was a genius couldnât be hidden anymore, at least not in the dojo.
Father Chen dropped his forehead into his hand.
Hence, at the end of the morning lesson, Father Chen called over the disciples who knew about it one by one for a heart-to-heart, and had to stress that they keep the matter secret. But whether or not it would remain a secret, he had no idea⦠These disciples might be old clients of the dojo, but they also took classes at Balance Magic Center; their studies didnât intersect at all.
Father Chen couldnât guarantee that these disciples would keep their mouths shut. Who knew, they might turn âtraitorâ one day and spill the beans.
If Liang Heng found out about this, it would be a huge problemâ¦
Father Chen was a little absent-minded as he pondered this while he taught his classes that day. Some of the disciples who didnât know what was going on thought that the author of the novel Father Chen was following was on hiatus again, so he was in a bad mood.
âDid that writer of Let Go of that Wet Nurse stop updating again?â asked a disciple.
âNo ideaâ¦â
A few of the disciples whispered among themselves as they left the dojo.
The only three in the know who had come early that morning felt so stifled it was uncomfortable.
Father Chen had specially looked for them at noon to enjoin them not to expose Wang Xiaolingâs situation, but there were times when hiding a secret was so unbearable that you wanted to cut someoneâ¦
It was thus in this sort of situation that the wise saying which everyone had probably heard before was born: Iâll tell you a secret! But you canât tell anyone else!
And so, Wang Xiaolingâs secret was leaked, just like thatâ¦
Although Wang Ling was inside Wang Xiaolingâs body, he saw and heard everything clearly with his Kingâs Eye godly perspectiveâ¦
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That night, a depressed Father Chen went to read a novel to destress. Each person faced pressure, and also had their own way to destress. Father Chenâs way was very simple, and that was to read a book.
Here, Wang Ling learned another secret of Father Chenâs â it turned out that Father Chen was also a fan of Father Wang! That evening, the book Father Chen was reading was that Let Go of That Wet Nurse which Father Wang started writing twelve years earlier and had just finished at ten million words.
But back then, Father Wangâs book hadnât been serialized for long and he had yet to sign a guru contract. His overall number of fans certainly couldnât compare with what it would be like twelve years in the future. No one could have imagined how this book would seal his status as a guru and make him rich twelve years later, with even the head of state becoming his fan.
Wang Ling never thought that he would be the source of âconcernâ for two fathers at the same timeâ¦
Father Chen was reading a book now because he was fretting over Wang Xiaolingâs secret being leaked.
While the reason Father Wang wrote novels was in fact because he had been fretting over Wang Lingâ¦
Mother Wang officially stopped writing when Wang Ling was three or four years old.
Before Wang Ling came up with the Dao talisman seal to restrict his own strength, he would occasionally break the furniture which the family owned. Mother Wangâs author fees and Father Wangâs work income werenât enough to support the family at all.
Father Wang thus furtively came up with the idea of writing novels to supplement the family income.
Who would have known that after banging out 26,000 words for the debut of Let Go of That Wet Nurse , it would directly became a top-ten bestsellerâ¦
It was after that that Father Wang came clean.
He told Mother Wang the truth, then quit his job to write novels fulltime to support the family. Not long after that, Mother Wang stopped writing and devoted herself to taking care of, guiding and educating Wang Ling.
Husband and wife had gone to great pains for Wang Ling.
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That evening, Wang Xiaoling was playing with plasticine which Super Chen had given to her when she had just arrived yesterday. Super Chen was playing a video game on the side. Halfway through his game, Super Chenâs wristwatch alarm suddenly rang. He tossed the game console aside casually and then took out an e-book reader from a drawer.
Wang Xiaoling was clearly confused.
Super Chen smiled at Wang Xiaoling. âItâs time to study the art of language!â
Wang Ling was stunned. It turned out Super Chen was actually learning it from novelsâ¦
He saw Super Chen open the e-book page. Sure enough, Super Chen ultimately opened that Let Go of That Wet Nurse on the e-shelf⦠Actually, Super Chen didnât know what he should read, so he added all the books on his fatherâs e-shelf to his own.
There was a novel called Baijie 3 which he couldnât find, but that was fineâ¦
Super Chen now had more than ten books for his summer break, and the first one was Let Go of That Wet Nurse . After reading these ten or so books, it was enough for him to tentatively touch âthe gateway to the art of languageâ!
He was only four years old, and there were many words he didnât recognize, but the e-book reader had an audio reading function!
And so, the online novel written by Father Wang was read out in a very jerky, electronic voice.
Wang Lingâs comment was: dry and very chuuniâ¦
After all, this was an online novel. There were some expressions for which, if you read it quietly on your own, you could imagine the protagonistâs emotions and the scene in which he would utter the words. However, when they were read out loud, it might give you goosebumps.
Halfway through the chapter, the electronic voice stuttered. Super Chen thought it was something wrong with the app, but then he saw a string of streamers floating across the top of the page as a stickyâ¦
âWow, so much money! Someone rich has come!â exclaimed four-year-old Super Chen. Although he hadnât been reading online novels for very long, he had clearly done some homework and knew what the gifts meant.
However, Super Chen soon realized that this massive sum wasnât for Father Wang.
Twelve years ago, in Father Wangâs debut as a newbie, his sales, subscriptions and monthly votes all skyrocketed. As the year drew to a close, he was naturally a contender for Newcomer of the Year.
A sole gift of more than ten thousand yuan would be displayed directly at the top of the app as a sticky.
In terms of book currency, that was one million.
But that string of one million in book currency which had just appeared was a gift to another guru.
This was an advertisement as well as a show of strength against Father Wang by the gurus who were competing for the title as the new Best Author.