Tech Dominator Starts with Raising Kids

Chapter 685: Chapter 685: "Old Man

"Do you still remember Guoguo?"

Candy looked at Li Qianqian with curiosity, not expecting this older sister to appear here.

It seemed like the older sister wasn’t very happy. Although she was smiling, Candy didn’t sense any joy from her at all.

It felt somewhat heavy.

Just like... the overwhelming feeling when Grandpa went to another world, the kind that radiated from my brother.

Seeing the older sister raise her hand, Candy unconsciously walked over, letting her pat her on the head, not sure if it was out of pity or for some other reason.

"You’ve grown so tall since the last time we met."

"Rare that you still remember me."

Li Qianqian’s face bore a slight smile, yet it invoked a sense of heartache in others.

Especially Zhou Yaling, being a girl herself, she could feel it more deeply.

Candy looked around and asked puzzledly:

"Why haven’t I seen Mr. Chen? Doesn’t Mr. Chen always accompany you every time?"

Li Qianqian trembled slightly, her facial expression suddenly froze.

"Your Mr. Chen is sleeping next door."

"Oh! Then Mr. Chen is quite the lazybones, the sun is already overhead."

Li Qianqian pinched Candy’s cheek and then withdrew her cold right hand.

If only the teacher could remain like the noonday sun, wouldn’t that be great?

But alas, the teacher has already become the setting sun.

Just then, a knock at the door was heard.

In an instant, Li Qianqian stood up and hurriedly went to open the door.

Upon opening, outside stood a nurse wearing a mask, her face indiscernible.

But from her eyes, it was clear that she was quite young.

In those bright eyes, there was light.

"Professor Li, Academician Chen has woken up and wants to see you."

Indeed, Li Qianqian was appointed as a professor by Jing City University upon her graduation.

It was both skill and legacy.

Following Li Qianqian, Mo Jingchun, along with Candy, went through professional medical disinfection and under the scrutinizing gaze of the soldiers, finally entered the ward.

Zhou Yaling, however, stayed back in the lounge with the bodyguards.

Wearing an adult medical mask, the little one’s face was half-covered, with only her big, curious eyes peeking out, gazing around the ward at the various beeping devices.

Looking at the teacher on the hospital bed, as thin as dry bones yet still smiling, Mo Jingchun suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Seeing the little one curiously gazing around next to Mo Jingchun, Chen Xihe’s smile deepened.

Among all the students he had taught in his life, Li Qianqian understood him best.

Seeing this cute little one again was a wonderful thing.

In this life, aside from the unresolved danger from space, he had no regrets!

"You’re here."

Chen Xihe’s voice was somewhat hoarse, as if something was lodged in his throat.

The voice also seemed weak and feeble.

Of course, being as thin as a rake, where would the strength come from to speak loudly?

Upon hearing the voice, Candy looked over.

"Mr. Chen, you’re awake?"

Candy’s eyes widened as she gazed at the somewhat unfamiliar Mr. Chen in front of her, the difference from how she remembered was too great.

It turns out that when the older sister said Mr. Chen was sleeping here, he wasn’t really sleeping, but was ill.

"You’ve grown so tall."

"You used to be just a little radish head."

Upon hearing the words "little radish head," Candy raised her eyebrows, stood on her tiptoes.

In a fit of mild anger, Candy blurted out without thinking: "Old man, I’m not a little radish head anymore."

"I’m already in first grade."

Next moment, a quick and crisp knuckle rapped on Candy’s head.

"Ow, that hurt."

Seeing Candy jump up holding her head, Chen Xihe chuckled softly.

The next second, Chen Xihe gave Mo Jingchun a stern look.

"What if it breaks, huh?"

"Oh, an old man... Cough cough... It’s been many years since anyone called me an old man."

After a moment of reflection, Chen Xihe deeply acknowledged that the time left to him was limited.

No one knew his own physical condition better than himself.

If it weren’t for these machines, he might have gone long ago; even so, he could feel clearly that once he fell asleep again, he might truly sleep forever.

"Qianqian, give my computer to Xiaochun."

"Okay." Li Qianqian nodded, handing a computer bag from a short distance away to Mo Jingchun.

Seeing the puzzled look in Mo Jingchun’s eyes, Chen Xihe spoke with some difficulty: "There are some of my research ideas in the computer, as well as some data."

"I’ve already applied for these data from above."

Feeling a sharp pain in his chest, Chen Xihe frowned and suddenly grabbed Mo Jingchun’s hand, even his voice gained a bit more strength.

"You are a genius, a true genius, I know you don’t like the feeling of being constrained."

"Some say you’re researching space planes, others say you’re working on spacecraft, whatever it is, never give up!"

"At crucial times, you can apply to the top for help."

Seeing Mr. Chen’s wide-open eyes, Candy was so frightened that she sat down on the ground.

The hand that had been holding Mo Jingchun’s naturally fell onto the blanket.

Amidst the alarms from various machines, a group of doctors came rushing over, and Mo Jingchun and the others were also escorted out by nurses.

Outside the ward, within less than ten minutes, a crowd had gathered, with people continuously arriving from various places.

The teacher, solitary in the latter half of his life, yet had students all over the world.

After more than an hour of resuscitation by the doctors, Academician Chen ultimately didn’t make it through.

Perhaps from being scared, from the hospital to the funeral parlor, Candy didn’t say a word, her little hand tightly holding onto Mo Jingchun’s, refusing to let go even for a moment.

......

Chengnan Primary School, First Grade, Class One, Friday morning’s second period, it’s math class.

The math teacher was, in fact, the class teacher, Qu Weijun.

"Stand up!"

"Hello, Teacher!~"

"Hello, students!"

"Sit down!"

Qu Weijun looked at Mo Hahan’s empty desk next to her and couldn’t help but ask:

"Hasn’t Mo Xiaoxue come today either?"

Feeling the gaze of the homeroom teacher, Mo Hahan hesitated for a moment then said:

"I heard from my grandma that Xiaochun and Tang... Mo Xiaoxue haven’t returned yet."

Glancing again at the flawless unoccupied seat, Qu Weijun nodded.

"Let’s start the class. Did anyone solve the problem I left yesterday?"

"The answer is 1," the students shouted together.

Qu Weijun smiled slightly, life and death are unpredictable.

"Oh? Cheng Ping’an, teacher hears your voice is the loudest, come up to the podium and tell your classmates how the answer ’1’ came about."

"The answer is correct, but what the teacher wants to know is the calculation process."

Sitting in the middle row, the chubby boy felt the flesh on his face tremble with fear.

Just because my voice was a tad louder, how did the homeroom teacher zero in on me?

Heavens help me, my dad told me the process yesterday but I forgot all of it, only remembering the answer.