Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Lin Yu felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest.

It's normal to know this, but is it still normal for you to know it at the age of three?

How is this different from what Qian Xuesen said, "Even if a person is stupid, can't they learn calculus?"

Mo Ye was still a little surprised when he looked at the little one.

He knew Tongtong was smart, but he didn't expect her to be this smart.

He tilted his head to look at He Wanqing and asked softly, "Were you this good when you were little?"

He Wanqing shook her head, her voice indifferent: "No."

Mo Ye clicked his tongue in amazement; this was truly a case of the student surpassing the teacher!

He joked, "Then I'll enroll her in first grade next year."

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him, her voice tinged with reproach and heartache: "She's still so young."

Tongtong started shouting from the side, stomping her little feet twice on the ground, her voice urgent and crisp: "It's not small anymore!"

In his little brain, he started imagining things: once Tongtong starts first grade, he can legitimately take over her homework! Hehehe...

Looking into his daughter's big, bright eyes, Mo Ye probably guessed what she was thinking.

He asked, "What will Tongtong do with the money she earns?"

Tongtong lowered her head, her two chubby little hands clasped together, her voice soft, tinged with shyness and earnestness:

"Mom's birthday is coming soon~ Tongtong wants to earn money to buy Mom a cake~"

After the little girl finished speaking, she quietly raised her head, glanced at He Wanqing, and then quickly lowered it again.

The adults around fell silent.

He Wanqing was the most touched.

She knelt down, hugged Tongtong tightly, pressed her face against her little face, and said in a slightly hoarse, nasal voice, "Tongtong..."

Tongtong was a little breathless from being hugged so tightly, and her chubby little hands gently patted her back as she comforted her in a sweet, childish voice:

"Don't cry, Mom. Tongtong will earn money to buy you lots and lots of cakes."

Lin Yu stood to the side, watching this scene, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She never thought about buying cakes for her mother before she turned eighteen, while other mothers had them since they were three.

She felt like she had lived a wasted life.

Mo Ye reached out and pulled the mother and daughter into his arms.

He gently patted Tongtong's head, his voice both gentle and earnest:

"Dad supports Tongtong. But Tongtong, that's someone else's homework. We can't do it for others; doing it for others would only harm them."

Tongtong bleated, tilted her head, thought for a moment, and her little face was full of confusion: "I feel like they're pretty happy!"

Mo Ye thought to himself: Of course I'm happy. But he couldn't say that.

He Wanqing took over the conversation, squatted down, looked into Tongtong's eyes, and spoke in a gentle yet earnest voice:

"Tongtong, if you help other kids with their homework, they won't be able to earn money anymore. If they don't have money, they won't have anything to eat."

Upon hearing "there's no food to eat," Tongtong's little face instantly turned serious, her big eyes filled with shock and worry.

She bit her finger, remained silent for a while, and then nodded, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of reluctance and compromise: "Okay."

Mo Ye stood up, nodded to Lin Yu, and said with a hint of apology and gratitude in his voice, "Teacher Lin, we'll take Tongtong back now."

He guessed the little girl was unhappy.

Lin Yu nodded. She also needed to communicate with the elementary school teachers to handle the aftermath of this homework-writing controversy.

However, after this incident, everyone knows that a genius girl has emerged from the small class.

A three-year-old can do the homework of first, second and third grade elementary school students, and has even organized a homework writing industry chain, from order taking to division of labor to pricing, all in an orderly manner.

Lin Yu watched Mo Ye and He Wanqing lead Tongtong away, sighed, shook her head, but couldn't help but smile.

This little girl is truly someone you can both love and hate.

Tongtong was being led by the hand, her little mouth pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle, her little face filled with the grievance and resentment that "my career has been ruined by you all."

Mo Ye squatted down and pinched her little cheek: "Tongtong, you're so great! When Daddy was this little, we were still playing in the mud!"

Tongtong chuckled, the gloom on her little face vanishing as if blown away by the wind.

She puffed out her little chest: "Although Tongtong's little house was raided, Tongtong made a lot of money~"

She released He Wanqing and Mo Ye's hands, turned her teddy bear backpack to the front, and unzipped it.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing glanced down and simultaneously gasped.

Tongtong's little schoolbag was stuffed full of bright red banknotes, brand new hundred-yuan bills, stacked together, making the schoolbag bulge.

That's at least tens of thousands of yuan.

Tongtong rubbed her chubby little hands together, a sweet smile spreading across her face. Her voice was soft and gentle, tinged with shyness and anticipation:

"This money is enough to buy Mom a huge, beautiful cake!"

After she finished speaking, she zipped up the teddy bear backpack and patted it.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

He Wanqing spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of seriousness and hesitation:

"I feel like it's really time to enroll Tongtong in first grade. We don't even need to wait until next year; we can enroll her in September."

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly: "Really? Tongtong can go to elementary school next semester?"

He Wanqing squatted down, straightened her crooked little bun, and spoke in a gentle but reserved tone:

"We'll give it a try then, and if it doesn't work out, we'll continue with kindergarten."

Tongtong patted her little chest, her face full of confidence: "Tongtong can do it! Tongtong is super awesome!"

Mo Ye reached out and gently patted her head, his voice soft: "Tongtong, what would you like to eat?"

Tongtong hummed in agreement, poked her chin with her index finger, thought for a moment, and then said in her childish voice, "Tongtong wants to eat bear-shaped cookies~"

Mo Ye nodded and took her little hand: "Then let's go to the supermarket to buy bear-shaped cookies."

After buying the cookies, Mo Ye drove to Jiang Shuya's place.

Jiang Shuya was watering the flowers in the yard when she saw them get out of the car, holding Tongtong's hand. She paused for a moment, put down the watering can, and went to greet them, her voice tinged with doubt:

"Isn't Tongtong going to kindergarten?"

He Wanqing explained what had happened. After listening, Jiang Shuya exclaimed "Oh!" and squatted down, cupping Tongtong's little face in her hands, looking her over from left to right, her voice filled with surprise and pride: "Tongtong is so amazing!"

Tongtong immediately put her hands on her hips, raised her chin high, and her little face was full of smugness. She had no idea what humility was.

"Grandma, you're only just realizing how amazing Tongtong is?"

Seeing the little girl's sulky expression, Jiang Shuya quickly tried to coax her:

"Of course Grandma knows how amazing Tongtong is."

Tongtong nodded her little head in satisfaction.

Jiang Shuya straightened up, looked at Mo Ye and He Wanqing, and asked in a questioning tone:

"Did you bring Tongtong here?"

Mo Ye nodded, his voice carrying a hint of apology and pleading:

"Auntie, Wanqing and I are going to work, and we would like you to look after Tongtong for a while."