âWait a little longer! Wait until little Huiâs body is a bit better.â Su Hao hadnât expected that his mother Huang Shujun would be so firm.
The room fell to silence.
The following month, Su Haoâs life became very rule-abiding. Eat enough, sleep enough, and the rest of the time was spent walking, crawling, and exercising. The bodyâs muscles recovered and became more like a healthy childâs complexion and became more round and tender.
The couple were overjoyed and brought him once more to the hospital for a check-up.
âYour familyâs child already no longer has any big ailments. In the future, bring him for a check-up once a month. If thereâs nothing abnormal after half a year, then you wonât need to come again.â
The doctor was a 50 or so-year old short-haired auntie. Seeing Su Haoâs complexion having recovered, a smile revealed itself on her face.
âWhy has little Hui changed so much this month?â Huang Shujun asked, still a bit worried.
âRecently, the quality of sleep has been good, and nutrition has been keeping up too. Adding on the childâs bodyâs vitality, fast recovery is normal.â The doctor said patiently.
âThank you doctor!â đđŠ.đžđ°đź
Done speaking, Huang Shujun brough Su Hao and left the hospital. Right after leaving the hospital, tears suddenly trickled down. đȘđ.đ€đđź
The tears were uncontrollable.
Su Hao didnât know how to react. What was wrong? Were they tears of joy? As he was thinking of whether or not to wipe his motherâs tears, he discovered his limbs were short and couldnât reach. Instead, he held his motherâs hand tightly with strength.
Huang Shujun felt the pressure on her fingers and crouched down to hug Su Hao as she cried. After a while of crying, he explained: âLittle Hui, itâs mommyâs fault. Mommy shouldnât have brought her bad mood back to the house and make you scared and not be able to sleep or eat well. Itâs mommyâs fault!â
So thatâs how it was! It dawned on Su Hao. Everything in the world had a reason for happening.
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In the following three years, Su Haoâs body became better and better. He was so lively and it was no different from a normal 4-5 year old.
These 3 years, Huang Shujunâs feelings were a mixture of joy and sorrow.
She was happy that her childâs body was getting better. In addition, the intelligence her son displayed was very high, he could even be considered a genius child.
There was one when she had brought homework back to correct it, and when he saw she was too tired, he proactively offered to help correct the homework. She smiled and didnât think much of it, but when she had wrongly corrected something, her son immediately pointed out the mistake. That gave her a big surprise. So she gave Su Hao a simple quiz and he answered everything correctly. She raised the difficulty. All correct again. When she asked Su Hao who taught him, he responded: I read books. From then on, Huang Shujun was certain that her child was a one-in-a-billion genius.
The concern was that her son was too clingy, so clingy she doubted her life. She had even secretly searched the internet many times âAre 5-year olds very clingyâ and similar questions. As long as she wasnât working at school, wherever she went, Su Hao would follow along, appearing anytime and anywhere she went. As long as her eyes were open, then she would definitely be able to see her son.
This made heronce suspect that aside from her child being a genius, he also had some strange form of autism. But she didnât dare to bring him to see a psychiatrist in fear that her smart son would notice and feel self-deprecation.
Aside from that, she was also worried about the question of her sonâs education. An undoubted genius, and not just a genius that got good grades. So the question was, how to teach such a genius kid?
As an elementary school teach, she had taught many children, but when it came to her own child, she couldnât think of any ideas.
If it had been someone elseâs child, with her professional ability, she could open her mouth and blow them up towards the sky in any direction, but when it came to her own son, she wasnât so sure. What if she taught him wrong? She only had one son.
In the end, she asked for her childâs opinion.
âLittle Hui, youâve already reached the age for school. Do you want to try and go to kindergarten?â
âThatâs fine!â Su Hao casually said.
Thus the matter of Su Hao going to kindergarten was settled.
To Su Hao, finding a place to weather through the first 5 years was the most dangerous time. As long as he could pass through it, he trusted that everything that followed would go smoothly.
Kindergarten wasnât bad. The safety score was very high. Just a bunch of little kids, there was no way he would get beat up. His current skills were already enough to become the school tyrant.
Su Hao carried a little back and smoothly entered the school system.
On the first day of school, all of the loud, noisy and naughty, violent children cried.
From that day on, every kindergarten kid that saw Su Hao called him Big Bro. The atmosphere of the kindergarten was very good. The kindergarten class teacher praised it as the best sheâd ever had.
As for what Su Hao was doing in kindergarten, of course he wasnât playing house with a bunch of stinky kids, instead he would stay off to the side and pretend to sleep, then he would research the marble room.
He wanted to obtain better survivability, and if he wanted to live better, then he needed to have a specialty. Right now, the most special thing was the marble room, which was able to preserve his consciousness and all his information.
He had to carefully consider: what did this marble room mean for him, and what could he do with it.
âCould it be that this only allows me to infinitely die, resurrect, die, and resurrect in a cycle?
No! That couldnât be it. There had to be other abilities that Su Hao simply couldnât understand yet, waiting for him to discover them and use them.
For now, his greatest limiting factor was his knowledge and imagination.
After overcoming the dangers of childhood, Su Hao had to learn as much as he could as quickly as possible, including physics, chemistry, math, biology and other subjects, in addition to all kinds of industries, information technology, hardwares, softwares, etc. Anything. These were the most important things to him.
Because as long as he learned it, the marble room could record it. It would become forever his.
Of course, Su Hao had also considered how to use the marble roomâs ability to record information. First he would record everything, and then he would actually learn it later. Only recording it wasnât of much use. Only if he truly understood, truly comprehended the knowledge, could it be his.
This afternoon, Su Hao suddenly heard a loud noise outside. He couldnât help but tense up, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart.
Su Hao gulped, rose up, and looked out the window.
He saw a man in his fifties barge in.
Su Hao immediately backed away and scanned across the room. Only now did he discover there was no back door. The murderer was just outside. If he ran out the doors now, he would definitely be the first to be cut down. He was already trapped inside.
There was no place to hide. There were only a few scattered toys around the house. He ran to the toysâ sides, quickly picked up two plastic boards, lifted his clothes, and stuck them in his front and his back.
The murdererâs face was filled with glee. His eyes were filled with bloodlust. Very scary. When he raised his head, he saw a person trying to make a âcoolâ pose. It was Su Hao standing in front of him.
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