Tech Dominator Starts with Raising Kids

Chapter 672: Chapter 672: Candy Is Feeling Down

Qu Weijun also discovered that Mo Jingchun was very easy to get along with, without a trace of arrogance. If it weren’t for everyone knowing Mo Jingchun, they probably wouldn’t realize that the man in front of them was the founder of the great Candy Technology.

"My surname is Qu, Qu Weijun."

"Oh, so it’s Teacher Qu."

Mo Jingchun kept a smile on his face as he watched Candy blend in with the other kids in the classroom. He nodded and said:

"Here, I’m just a regular brother to my little sister."

"And she’s just a regular child."

At that moment, Qu Weijun wanted to agree with Mo Jingchun, but in reality? There’s still a gap.

Right now, he says she’s just an ordinary child, but if something really happened, he definitely wouldn’t be speaking so lightly.

"Oh, by the way, Teacher Qu, are the kids having classes today? Or are they just registered and will officially start tomorrow, and today the parents take them home?"

"No classes today, but around ten, when almost everyone is here, we’ll have a short meeting. After all, the kids are young, and there are many things the school needs to clarify with the parents."

"Classes will officially start tomorrow, and we’ll distribute the schedule and class timetable shortly."

"Mr. Mo, if you have other engagements, you can leave first. I have the meeting notes, and you can just take a picture."

Upon hearing that, Mo Jingchun shook his head.

"It’s fine, I’m not short on time. I just said I’m not seeking special treatment, or I’d be contradicting myself."

Qu Weijun smiled but didn’t reply, nor did he know how to.

Luckily, Mo Jingchun wasn’t someone unreasonable. There was still time, so he simply went over to sit next to Grandma Xiang’Er.

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After more than an hour, Mo Jingchun had two sheets of paper in his hand—the schedule and class timetable that Qu Weijun had mentioned.

Watching the two little ones rush onto the bus to grab seats, Mo Jingchun gestured for Grandma Xiang’Er to board first.

Not only out of respect for the elderly and care for the young but also to avoid small-town gossip.

Ever since he was a child, Mo Jingchun loved trailing after his mom, listening to the adults talk, and knew well how sharp their tongues could be.

On rainy days, they’d gather and chat, and anyone who wasn’t present was inevitably the subject of their discussions.

If you hadn’t returned home from working outside for three years, congratulations on earning the "got locked up" title. Anything else would just be more gossip.

A red flower in conversation could turn into a green one.

Over the years, he’s supported numerous renovations in his hometown, but Mo Jingchun believed there were certainly many saying things about him behind his back.

They are the most contradictory mix, feeling pity for your unfortunate encounters yet unable to stand others having a good time.

Aboard the bus, Candy took the two sheets to study with Xiang’Er.

"Wow, class starts at eight twenty."

Candy reckoned, pulling a face: "It takes twenty minutes from home to the park, and half an hour to get up. Plus, leaving ten minutes extra, doesn’t that mean I need to get up at seven twenty?"

"Not quite," Xiang’Er seriously assisted Candy in analyzing: "It also takes ten minutes on the bus from the park to school, and the school bus leaves promptly at eight."

"Candy, you need to get up by seven at the latest."

"I’m different. I can be up by seven thirty, no problem."

With Xiang’Er saying so, Candy was even more dismayed. It turned out... school really isn’t fun, though she used to think the internet was lying.

Xiang’Er patted Candy’s shoulder, smiling with her little tiger teeth: "It’s okay; I heard from mom that in middle school, you have to be up by six, with morning and evening self-study."

"And you’ll always have endless homework."

Sitting next to them, Mo Jingchun’s mouth twitched; Xiang’Er’s mom was definitely giving her child premature anxiety.

Then again, when you think about it, today’s kids do have a lot more homework than he did back in his day—is this perhaps due to the widespread availability of printers?

Ha ha, who does homework during holidays seriously?

Back in his day, he hardly ever did summer or winter break assignments, yet his grades remained stable, leaving his teachers and mom with no way to handle him.

On her way back from lunch, Zhou Yaling passed her brother’s office and, seeing both her brother and Candy there, walked straight in.

"Come on, let’s go eat."

"Eh? Candy, why do you look so gloomy?"

Zhou Yaling was surprised to see Candy sitting on the couch, hugging a bun and looking upset.

"Weren’t you excited for school today? You said you were finally not going to be bored."

As Mo Jingchun hit Win+L to lock his computer and got up to drink some water, he said with a smile, "She’s in a bit of a funk right now."

"Coming back from school, the two kids had nothing to do and were looking over the schedule, realizing they need to be up at seven every morning."

"Can’t sleep in anymore, wouldn’t you be stressed?"

"Hahaha."

Just as Zhou Yaling was about to tease Candy, she paused. No way, if Candy needs to be up by seven, doesn’t that mean she needs to be up by six forty?

"Oh, you realized too?"

Seeing Zhou Yaling stunned, Mo Jingchun’s lips curled slightly.

"I say you should learn to drive as soon as possible, or get a little scooter. If you want to join us, you’ll have to get up early too."

Getting up early is no problem for Mo Jingchun.

Joking aside, when he wakes up for his morning run, the sky is just starting to lighten. Not to mention Candy waking up at seven, even six is no problem for him.

But Zhou Yaling is different. After all, she stays up late.

Zhou Yaling was also in a dilemma. Even with a driver’s license, she couldn’t really make her brother buy her a car. Not only would it be embarrassing, but her family also wouldn’t agree.

A little electric scooter sounds nice, but bad weather would be a big problem.

"Let me think about it; we’ll talk later, no rush."

"Candy, come on, sis will treat you to a feast."

Candy pouted as she got off the couch and said, "What feast can there be in the cafeteria? It’s either chicken drumsticks or braised pork every day."

"Or spicy chicken."

Walking ahead, Mo Jingchun turned back to glance at Candy complaining and asked, "Don’t you like the chicken drumstick?"

Candy froze for a moment, scratched her head, and reorganized her words.

"Chicken drumsticks are still quite tasty."

After saying that, Candy thought, as long as she dared to say it wasn’t tasty, she absolutely believed her brother wouldn’t give her drumsticks for lunch.

Never would she have guessed that once they reached the cafeteria, the cooks had brewed two servings of chicken soup, one for Wanning and her baby, and one for her and her brother.

Delicious.

"Brother, the drumstick is for you."

Seeing the chicken leg added to his bowl, what could Mo Jingchun say? Though the flavor wasn’t anything special, he couldn’t just toss it.