The Cannon Fodder Dad of Three Villainous Cubs - Chapter 29

Ji Zhixiu had gained a profound understanding of what it meant to have “joy turn into sorrow.” With Ji Zishen’s support, he managed to lie down on the bed and couldn’t change his posture for a long time. Fortunately, when he woke up the next morning, the pain was mostly gone.

Ji Sichen didn’t just make empty promises; he was already sitting in front of the computer early in the morning, his short, thick fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard.

Ji Zhixiu glanced at the screen and felt dizzy from the dense, swarming code. He hurriedly backed out of the study.

If the child wants to build a career, as a parent, I naturally have to support him 100%.

Otherwise, I won’t be able to mooch off my son anymore!

He carefully recalled the information about Ji Sichen in the book, sorted out his growth trajectory, and highlighted several critical turning points.

He didn’t need to interfere too much; he only needed to give a push at these key moments to prevent things from veering off course.

Just as Ji Zhixiu was about to relax, he suddenly realized that the first key point in his growth was only six months away.

At this turning point, Ji Sichen would emerge as a little genius fluent in eight languages, thereby gaining many opportunities and admiration, which would allow him to grow even faster.

But with only six months left, Ji Sichen hadn’t mastered a single foreign language yet.

Ji Zhixiu suddenly felt a sense of urgency. He hurriedly grabbed Ji Yanyan and headed out to raid the bookstore.

Every language is deep and profound. By the time Ji Zhixiu finished buying dictionaries, grammar books, and books on sentence structure, he had stacked a tall little mountain in the shopping cart.

Coincidentally, it was the same bookstore he’d visited last time, even the same cashier.

His appearance was already eye-catching, and the persona he’d crafted had left a deep impression on the cashier. The moment he appeared, she recognized him: “Mr. Ji, you finished learning the advanced math and physics books you bought last time so quickly? And now you’re…”

A familiar feeling washed over her as she looked at the incomprehensible symbols on the cover: “Breton? What kind of language is this?”

Ji Zhixiu, having learned from his previous lesson, had done his homework this time: “It’s a Celtic language from the Brittany region of France. It’s quite niche, but it shares the same roots as Welsh. I have a bit of a foundation, so it’s not that hard to learn.”

The cashier’s eyes widened, filled with worship: “Mr. Ji, you are truly amazing. Most people couldn’t learn these.”

Ji Zhixiu revealed a master-like smile, hiding his skill and fame, looking exceptionally humble and low-key.

By the time he came out of the bookstore with bags in both hands, he realized his “little rice ball” hadn’t kept up. He turned back to look: “Yanyan, what are you doing there?”

Ji Yanyan wandered over in a daze, as if he didn’t recognize him. After a few seconds, he regained his senses and looked at Ji Zhixiu with starry eyes: “Daddy, can you teach me? I want to be like that, too powerful and super, super handsome!”

Ji Yanyan couldn’t even read a few words, let alone study the “skills for showing off” essential for a Dragon Overlord. But that scene just now had awakened the Dragon Overlord gene in his subconscious, and he was completely immersed in it, unable to extract himself.

Ji Zhixiu smiled and rubbed his hair: “This isn’t something you can learn easily; it’s something you have to feel and can’t be taught in words. If you behave well, I’ll consider teaching you. Yanyan is so clever and well-behaved, Daddy believes you’ll definitely be able to learn it.”

Hearing this, Ji Yanyan became even more excited, looking at Ji Zhixiu with worshipful eyes the whole way back—making Ji Zhixiu feel like he was floating.

Although I’m no longer in the underworld, the underworld is still full of my legends.

Raising a genius little villain isn’t bad at all; I can bask in some of his glory.

Thinking this, Ji Zhixiu felt even more energized. Without resting, he hauled the books straight home.

“Sichen, stop studying for a second and come look.” Ji Zhixiu laid them out as if claiming credit.

Ji Sichen had been studying intently; being disturbed suddenly made him somewhat annoyed. But when he saw the books on the table, he froze, only coming to his senses after five or six seconds: “These… are these all for me?”

Ji Zhixiu nodded, copying his eldest son’s tactic: despite being confident, he feigned a hint of nervousness: “I bought these on my own initiative; I wasn’t sure if you’d like them.”

Ji Sichen was very prideful; even if he was excited, he wanted to act indifferent. But looking at Ji Zhixiu tucking his chin and hunching his shoulders, looking like he was afraid of being let down the words that came out changed completely, sounding awkward: “They, they’re alright.”

Ji Zhixiu’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and his mouth drooped.

Ji Sichen instantly corrected himself: “They’re exceptionally good. They’re exactly what I need.”

“As long as you need them, then my efforts weren’t in vain. You don’t need to worry about me it was only two hours of picking books at the bookstore and a bit of effort carrying them up. I worked up a sweat in this cold weather, but I don’t know if I’ll catch a cold after the wind blows.”

After Ji Zhixiu finished speaking, he shivered, feeling a bit “cheesy” himself. But in Ji Sichen’s eyes, this was a sign of frailty and catching a cold.

“I, I…” He wasn’t even afraid of complex mathematical formulas, but this stumped him. His brain crashed for a full half-minute before he awkwardly poured a glass of warm water for Ji Zhixiu.

Ji Zhixiu took it, the curve of his mouth growing wider and wider.

Nice try, little one—you’re still no match for your old man.

He sat on the side, taking small sips, while Ji Sichen couldn’t wait to flip through the books on the table. The “ears” on his head slowly perked up, and his invisible tail wagged back and forth.

No matter how prideful he was, he couldn’t completely hide his emotions. His eyes turned from excitement to fanaticism. But when he reached the last book, he acted as if he’d been hit by a pause button, the emotions in his eyes slowly fading.

“Why did you buy this book?” Ji Sichen wanted to ask: Why did you know I needed this?

Breton was too niche. Even if Ji Zhixiu were a roundworm in his stomach, there was no way he could know he wanted this.

But Ji Zhixiu was thick-skinned. He blinked innocently: “I’m your father. I take care of your daily life; my heart and eyes are filled with you. How could I not know what my own child really wants? Tell me directly next time you need something, and Daddy will buy it for you.”

Ji Sichen nodded: “I want a DUV lithography machine, an ion implanter, metal laser sintering equipment, and electron beam melting equipment.”

Ji Zhixiu: “…”

His smile froze: “This… lithography-ion-melt-thingy, I’ll buy it for you when Daddy has the money.”

He added a “green tea” style remark: “Although Daddy can’t make big money, Daddy will work hard.”

Ji Sichen hadn’t held any hope for it to begin with. But since Ji Zhixiu had opened his mouth, he should express his gratitude: “Okay, it doesn’t matter; I wasn’t counting on you.”

Ji Zhixiu: “…”

His fists slowly tightened, but he didn’t expect the little villain to understand the warmth and coldness of human relationships immediately. He smiled: “I know Sichen is capable. Daddy is proud of you.”

Ji Sichen glanced at him. Two seconds later, he glanced at him again. …

Ji Zhixiu was completely baffled and was about to ask when he saw Ji Sichen twisting the corner of his shirt, biting his lip, and forcing himself to speak with great effort: “There’s Ji Zishen at home, and I’m outside. I will support this family well.”

!!! Falling on Ji Zhixiu’s ears, this was no different from an invitation to “eat soft rice” it was a verbal guarantee from a little villain!

In his excitement, he accidentally let it slip: “Daddy believes that you will soon master eight languages, dominate the internet, and reach the pinnacle of life!”

The one to raise an objection this time was Ji Yanyan: “What is ‘eight languages’?”

Ji Yanyan had been blinking his eyes and listening carefully the whole time. Although he didn’t know what they were talking about, it matched his “Dragon Overlord” attributes, making him very interested.

Ji Zhixiu smiled and rubbed his cheek: “There are many countries in this world. We only know how to speak one, but your brother can speak many official languages. Isn’t that amazing?”

Ji Yanyan thought seriously for a while and nodded forcefully. He turned to look at Ji Sichen with worshipful, star-struck eyes, as if expecting something.

Ji Sichen didn’t like this kind of silly behavior, but under Ji Yanyan’s gaze, he held out for a few seconds before speaking:

“Buon giorno, Guten Tag, Здравствуй…”

Ji Yanyan was completely dumbfounded by the string of gibberish, staring blankly at Ji Zhixiu: “Daddy, what is he saying?”

Ji Zhixiu: “.” I can’t even tell which country they belong to.

But that didn’t prevent him from upholding his philosophy of “encouragement-based education.” After Ji Sichen finished, he applauded sincerely: “Sichen is truly amazing. Daddy believes you will soon master these few languages completely.”

Ji Sichen didn’t care. Ji Yanyan, however, took the words to heart: “Does Daddy know how to speak them too?”

Ji Zhixiu gave a dry laugh: “Why is Yanyan asking about this?”

Ji Yanyan’s gaze shifted between the two of them. When looking at Ji Sichen, he had worshipful star-eyes, but when looking at Daddy, he sighed, being very “double-standard.”

The little Dragon Overlord grasped the best moment to show off, stepping on his daddy to show off: “It’s okay, Daddy can’t learn it, but Yanyan will definitely be able to when I grow up.”

Ji Zhixiu: “…”

He looked at the little rice ball that wasn’t even as tall as his leg, and a surge of malice rose in his heart. He messed up his hair: “There isn’t only countries in this world, there are also species. Species aren’t limited by borders; they distribute freely and have produced different branches through evolution.”

Hearing this, Ji Sichen nodded thoughtfully, very much in agreement.

Ji Zhixiu puffed out his chest and patted his heart: “And I have skillfully mastered the languages of different species, studied the impact of regional climates and surrounding environments on them, and mastered the linguistic composition and characteristics of different branches.”

He smashed out a series of professional terms. Ji Yanyan was completely confused, and even the way Ji Sichen looked at him changed he was shocked.

Truly, you can’t judge a book by its cover. Ji Zhixiu had actually systematically studied these things? It was a very niche research direction; in a way, he could even be considered an expert.

Ji Sichen had a inexplicable craze for knowledge and the unknown. His tone changed unconsciously: “What are your research results, and what languages of which species do you know?”

Ji Zhixiu, with a master-like smile, looked at the two little people faintly. He watched with satisfaction as they leaned forward, eyes fixed on him. After building the suspense to the breaking point, he cleared his throat.

“Meow meow meow.” “Woof woof woof.” “Squeak squeak squeak.” “Quack quack quack.”

“…”

Ji Sichen: …Calling those species? They aren’t even human!

He wanted to bristle on the spot, but after thinking it over carefully, he realized Ji Zhixiu hadn’t been wrong he had only intentionally led him to confuse the concepts. But it was also his own fault for not asking clearly. If he were to question him now, it would only make him look petty.

Ji Sichen could only swallow his words. Ji Yanyan, however, didn’t care about that. His cheeks puffed up on the spot: “Wrong, that’s not right!”

Ji Zhixiu was righteous: “How is it not right?”

Ji Yanyan was so anxious he was almost blowing bubbles. He was at a disadvantage due to his lack of vocabulary. After holding it in for a long time, he could only blurt out: “You just said there were eight, this is only seven.”

This was very simple for Ji Zhixiu. But before speaking, he looked at Ji Yanyan and arched an eyebrow meaningfully.

Being a Dragon Overlord is one thing, but how can such a “dutiful son” use his own father as a stepping stone to show off?!

If I don’t give him a taste of who the real master is, he won’t know who’s boss.

The curve of Ji Zhixiu’s mouth grew wider, his expression gentle, but his words were laced with poison:

“The last one is…”

“Ji Yanyan, the big turtle!”

Ji Yanyan was stunned for a few seconds, his mouth slowly opening looking exactly like a silly dog that had been kicked while just passing by.