The honest, ordinary couple could never forget the person who came to their home late that night to talk with them.
The other party was like a secret agent from TV, and they also could not forget the soldiers carrying guns behind the big shot.
Although the other party was only making an ordinary trip, and those soldiers were only normally protecting him.
But the couple firmly remembered what the other party said.
“This is a secretly conducted national project. You cannot make it public. You must sign a confidentiality agreement. In the future, even your family will have people protecting you.
Your son’s phone, computer, and any articles or small studies he casually posts cannot be spread outside. If anyone asks you about your son, contact me. Do not casually talk with the other party.”
“W-why?”
The pillar of the small family forced himself to stand in front of his wife and son and ask.
The other party smiled: “To guard against the other party being a spy stealing our country’s secrets.”
The couple: “…”
Classified? Spy?
The ordinary commoner couple’s bodies stiffened like two trembling steel plates.
If they bumped together, you could hear the metallic sound.
“Don’t be nervous.”
The person who came to recruit Gong Ze seemed not to have expected that the parents of a child carrying the genius gene would actually be quite ordinary. But this gene indeed had no regularity.
He smiled as soothingly as possible: “Actually, he’s just being called to study. If he doesn’t qualify, he’ll come back.”
That was what he said.
But at that moment, their son was no longer just their son.
In the eyes of Gong Ze’s parents, their son was like someone researching nuclear physics in the desert—an existence that, just hearing the name, was so awesome it made one dizzy.
The couple began to “fear” their son.
“Revere” their son’s brain.
Of course they loved their child, and like all parents under heaven, deeply loved Gong Ze.
But they did not treat Gong Ze as casually as other parents—hit him when he did wrong, scold him a couple of times when he talked back, then continue doing whatever the family should do. In front of Gong Ze, the couple seemed to have another layer of identity.
Like two believers tending a divine statue.
Even though Gong Ze was only twelve at the time.
Gong Ze could not help it either. He felt helpless at his parents’ carefulness toward him, but he also clearly knew they loved him.
They were only afraid of delaying him, afraid that because they did not understand, they would cause him trouble and affect his “great” brain’s thinking.
Instead, Gong Ze felt guilty toward his parents.
Because that night when he got up to use the bathroom, he discovered that in the living room with no lights on, his mother Ruan Aimei was secretly crying.
She was afraid Gong Ze would belong to the country from then on, unable to return for seven or eight years, and that she would not see her son again.
Many scientific researchers participating in secret domestic research were mostly like this.
And his father smoked, very silent. Later, when his mother Ruan Aimei cried too hard, his father Gong Haiping finally said hoarsely: “Be quieter. Don’t wake our son.”
“…”
Afraid that if their son slept less he would become less clever, even when crying the parents had to hold it in.
…
But at that time Gong Ze was too rational. Most likely because he had seen too much knowledge and too much of the world, and was also too young.
He clearly knew his aspirations were not there, and he would not become like that, so he could not understand why his parents would shed tears over such an obvious, impossible thing.
But he would feel sorry for his parents. From that day on, Ruan Aimei and Gong Haiping no longer felt happy because their son was clever.
He felt sorry for his parents’ worried, frowning faces.
He felt sorry that when someone spoke to them, his parents would no longer chat enthusiastically and happily show off their child. Instead, they would be afraid the other party was a spy, so frightened their expressions changed drastically.
“Mom, Dad, this break I’ll stay home for a while longer.”
Gong Ze had just quickly scanned the calendar on his desk. After precisely catching sight of the year, month, and day, he pulled out from deep memory what had happened on this day.
——He had been doing fairly well in the genius training class and had not been sent back. At fourteen, he was formally incorporated into the country’s genius cultivation plan.
Because of this, both his parents obtained established positions, even if the work content was just an idle post in an obscure department where one could do nothing for eight hundred lifetimes.
The knowledge studied inside covered everything. Most of his little genius classmates developed fields they were good at, and many chose genetics or nuclear physics.
Gong Ze stood out among them.
But he was a troublemaker.
The teachers glared at him with expressions of “hating iron for not becoming steel,” angry that this kid clearly could accomplish great things yet acted completely indifferent every day.
Moreover, his logical ability was stronger, and his willpower far surpassed his classmates.
Therefore, one day a big shot from above found him, and with a team of soldiers, sent him to the side of the person he would one day deeply love, who was also his teacher.
Originally Gong Ze was supposed to become a researcher. The higher-ups only wanted him to temper his temperament. Who knew he would actually choose to stay.
So he suddenly had time.
And today was the first day of his vacation.
Sure enough, when Gong Ze said he could stay home for a while longer, Ruan Aimei and Gong Haiping immediately showed surprise, their eyes seeming to bloom with brilliant radiance. Their smiles could not be suppressed no matter what.
“Good, good! You should rest! How hard you study, how high the intensity!”
“Mom, Mom will change shoes in a bit and go to the market to take a look! Son, do you eat lobster? Mom’s workplace paid wages. Mom will make you a seafood feast!”
“Yes, buy more of some emperor crab or king crab.”
The two were overjoyed, each speaking louder than the last about arrangements for the next couple of days.
His father Gong Haiping clutched a cigarette pack. Several times, happy, he was about to smoke, but each time put it in his mouth and then put it back.
He said to his wife Ruan Aimei: “How about going traveling? A nearby city is fine. I’ll drive and take you and our son.”
His mother Ruan Aimei laughed loudly: “You, always coming up with things on a whim. Our son finally gets to stay a few more days. No wasting them on busy scenic spots and driving. But we can go to the aquarium, have an outing! A picnic!”
“Done!”
His father nodded joyfully along with her, the worried wrinkles on his face from labor all smoothing out.
Gong Ze did not speak. Sitting in the chair, he looked up at them, the upward curve of his lips never coming down.
At the same time, his suspended heart relaxed.
It seemed the accident caused when he touched the light cluster did not seem to have affected…
Gong Ze thought. Suddenly the doorbell rang outside.
His mother Ruan Aimei said: “I’ll get the door. Might be Sister Li.” She walked out beaming.
Gong Ze started chatting with his father Gong Haiping.
Before long the sound of the door opening rose. Gong Ze heard his mother talking with someone. At first Gong Ze did not take it seriously, but soon his mother shouted toward his room.
“Son! Look who’s here!”
Gong Ze was stunned: “Someone looking for me?”
His mother walked in, smiling, revealing the person behind her. “Xueping came to play with you.”
A figure walked out from behind Gong Ze’s mother Ruan Aimei. A youth with a heroic air, yet with some arrogance in his eyes.
He wore a white sports outfit and waved at Gong Ze with a slight smile. “Hi, Gong Ze.”
It was actually Feng Xueping from Lu Youling’s world!
Gong Ze: “…”
He stood up abruptly in disbelief.
What was going on? How was Feng Xueping here?!
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