With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

When Jiang Zhiyu returned to Beijing, another month had passed.

Early autumn in Kyoto was already chilly; the plane tree leaves lining the streets were beginning to turn yellow, swirling and falling in the wind. She didn't go home after turning the corner, but went straight to the military compound.

I miss my two children so much.

For the past two months, she's been traveling, sometimes secretly teleporting back at night. They're all already asleep, so she can only stand by the bedside and steal a quick kiss on their foreheads and a gentle rub of their hands before teleporting back, not daring to make a sound. This time, she's determined to give them a good hug.

In the military compound, Song Zhiyao was squatting in the yard bouncing a ball. She was wearing a pink padded jacket and her hair was tied into two little buns. She was bouncing the ball while struggling with it. The ball rolled to the side against her will, so she would chase after it, bounce it a couple of times, and it would roll away again. She would mutter, "Don't run away."

Hearing the sound of the gate, she looked up and saw her mother walking in from outside.

The little girl's eyes lit up instantly. She stopped bouncing the ball in her hand and rushed over like a happy little bird, burying her head in Jiang Zhiyu's arms.

"Mom, you're back! I missed you so much!"

Jiang Zhiyu squatted down and hugged her tightly, nuzzling her head with her chin. "Mommy missed you too."

Song Zhiyao looked up, her eyes sparkling, "Daddy said Mommy would come back only when I trained Little Cloud to be obedient. I just defeated it yesterday, and you're back today! Daddy was right!"

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh, pinching her little cheek. "Then Mommy will have to reward you handsomely."

Song Zhizheng slowly stood up from under the eaves and walked to his mother's side. He didn't say anything, but obediently stood to her left and gently tugged at her clothes.

Jiang Zhiyu hugged both children tightly, one in each arm, feeling incredibly warm inside. She kissed her two darlings on the cheeks, especially her son, whose face was increasingly resembling Song Yanzhou's. When he had a serious expression, they looked exactly alike, and she couldn't help but give him another kiss.

Song Zhiyao immediately protested, "That's not fair! Mom, you kissed my brother more than usual, and what about my cheek too!"

As he spoke, he brought his other cheek closer.

Jiang Zhiyu quickly added another kiss, "Okay, okay, Mom was wrong, I'll kiss you here too."

"Mom came all this way back, did you bring me any gifts?"

"Yes, yes, Mom brought you some nice things."

Jiang Zhiyu pulled a bunch of things out of her bag: seashells, conches, coral fragments, and a few smooth, polished pebbles, filling the table. The two little ones had never been to the beach since birth, and they were overjoyed to see these strange and wonderful things. They lay on the table, turning them over and over, sometimes picking up a conch and listening to it, sometimes tapping two seashells together, completely mesmerized.

Jiang Zhiyu sat in a chair in the living room, watching the two of them with a smile.

She carefully observed her son. When she picked him up earlier, she seemed to have caught a faint fluctuation of supernatural energy in her palm. It was so light that she almost didn't notice it, but it disappeared in an instant.

She focused her attention and probed again, but she couldn't feel anything.

Well, things will work themselves out. It's good that both kids have special abilities; people with special abilities always receive special treatment in this world.

She snapped out of her thoughts and turned to the guard beside her, asking, "Why is everyone home?"

The guard straightened up and replied, "Grandpa Song took Grandma Zhao to the hospital for a follow-up examination."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded knowingly.

"Thank you for your hard work during this time."

The four men quickly clasped their hands in greeting, saying, "This is our job."

"Have you been living in the military compound all this time?"

"No, Director. You've been gone for the past two months, basically spending half a month on each side."

"Has kindergarten reopened?"

"Other kindergartens have started reopening in the past few days, but Grandpa Song and Commander Song both said they'll wait until you come back before deciding whether your daughter should go to kindergarten. After all, your daughter's health condition is a bit special."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced down at her daughter, who was playing with a conch shell. "Hmm, we'll discuss it together when they get back tonight."

She didn't want to give her two children any special treatment, making them feel different from others from a young age. She wanted to raise them like normal children. As for her daughter's special abilities and her son's fluctuations, she would investigate them further when she got back that evening.

......

At dinner time, the Song family had all arrived.

Grandpa Song brought Grandma Song back from the hospital, and Song Yanzhou also rushed back. The family sat around the dining table, which was covered with steaming dishes. Song Zhiyao was being held on Jiang Zhiyu's lap, gnawing on a piece of pork rib with her mouth full of oil.

Jiang Zhiyu put down her chopsticks, looked at everyone present, and asked, "What are your thoughts on the two children going to kindergarten?"

Song Yanzhou was the first to speak, not even glancing at anyone else, "Wife, whatever you say goes, we'll do it."

Grandpa Song, Grandma Song, Song Huaijin, and Chen Guifang all nodded in agreement. They didn't know if the child's special physical condition was suitable for kindergarten; they could only leave it to the child's mother to decide.

Jiang Zhiyu pulled Song Zhiyao closer to her. "Yaoyao, tell Mommy, did you beat Xiaoyunduo last night?"

Song Zhiyao swallowed the rib in her mouth and nodded vigorously, "Yes, Mom, Little Cloud is so obedient now. If I tell it to come out, it comes out; if I don't tell it to come out, it just won't."

"Okay, then you demonstrate for Mom. Make it come out, just a little bit the size of a soybean."

Song Zhiyao frowned slightly, concentrated, and a small wisp of black mist emerged from her fingertip. It was only the size of a soybean and stayed there obediently, neither drifting nor dissipating.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up. "Okay, show Mom another one that's about the size of a walnut."

The little girl was struggling a lot this time; her face turned red, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. The black mist gradually grew larger, from a soybean to a peanut, and from a peanut to a small walnut, swaying precariously in mid-air, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

"Alright, alright, put it back."

Song Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief. The black mist shrank back and disappeared from her fingertips. She shook her little hands. "So tired, Mommy."

Jiang Zhiyu used a towel to wipe her sweat. Seventeen asked with some confusion, "How come little master has improved so quickly? Wasn't her self-control particularly poor last time?"

Jiang Zhiyu thought to herself, "Nonsense, do you think my daughter won't improve? Do you think everyone is as lazy as you?"

She turned to everyone at the table and said, "Then let's send her there. Our Yaoyao is already quite good at controlling the little cloud, so she can go to kindergarten."

"Yay! Yay!" Song Zhiyao jumped twice on Jiang Zhiyu's lap with joy. "Little brother, did you hear that? We can go to kindergarten now!"

Song Zhizheng simply nodded without saying a word.

Jiang Zhiyu reached out and pinched his little face. "Son, say something."

Song Zhizheng glanced at her, "Mom."

Jiang Zhiyu immediately responded, "Yes."

"What does Mom want to hear?"

"Okay, okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. If you want to talk about it, just say it; if you don't want to, then we won't, okay?"

Song Zhizheng nodded.

Looking at his serious little face, Jiang Zhiyu said earnestly, "When we get to school, you must protect your sister. You're a man, understand?"

Song Zhizheng nodded very solemnly this time.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Zhiyu scanned Song Zhizheng's body with her supernatural power. Sure enough, there was a slight fluctuation of supernatural power, but it was too weak to detect the specific type.

That's good, as long as my son shows signs of awakening. Whatever his special ability is, as long as he has sound values, he will definitely be valued by the country in the future.

......

After dinner, the Song family members got up one by one and went back to their rooms. Song Huaijin carried Song Zhizheng, and Chen Guifang held Song Zhiyao's hand. The family left quickly and efficiently, without even looking back.

Only Song Yanzhou and Jiang Zhiyu remained at the dinner table.

Jiang Zhiyu blushed slightly.

Whether it's the Song family or the Jiang family, why do they push Song Yanzhou towards her every time she comes back, and do it so obviously? It's so embarrassing!