Chapter 3: The System (2)
Translator: NullTranslationGroup
Then, he stood still like a statue and whispered, "Mom, I can't write with you standing next to me..."
Ming Can immediately left and went to the study to read for more than ten minutes. When she came out, Ming Miao had already finished his test paper and returned to his toy house to build a castle.
He was in a good mood, humming a song while playing, indicating that he had no pressure while doing the test and could show his true level.
Ming Can picked up Ming Miao's test paper.
With just one glance, she pinched her philtrum hard—
First question: Find the pattern and fill in the numbers
1, 2, (3), 4, 5, 6, (3), 8, 9, (3)...
Second question: Fill in the brackets with ">, < or ="
Ming Can collapsed on the sofa. Auntie Zhang, the nanny, happened to come back from grocery shopping and asked with concern, "What's wrong? You don't look well."
Before Ming Can could speak, Ming Miao, who was building a castle, suddenly rushed over in his dinosaur slippers and leaned close to Ming Can: "What's wrong with sister?"
He was clever enough to know that he couldn't call her mom in front of Auntie Zhang.
Fortunately, Auntie Zhang would leave after making dinner and wouldn't stay overnight. In the evening, Ming Miao could call her mom however he wanted.
"I... I'm fine." Ming Can, who had just been in a state of shock, unable to understand how her future self could have given birth to a child who drew emojis in math problems, now, looking at her adorable, considerate son who was completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem, couldn't muster any strength to scold him. Her mind even spontaneously made excuses for him—
It's not his fault he can't do math! He's still so young, everything is just beginning.
Even if he really is a poor student, it's his parents' fault for not giving him a good brain!
Thinking of this, Ming Can suddenly realized that a child couldn't be born by her alone.
She had been a top student all her life, with absolutely excellent genes, so where did the problem lie?
Ming Can felt her headache worsen.
She got up from the sofa, sent Miao Miao off to play by himself, and followed Auntie Zhang into the kitchen to do something to distract herself.
She barely managed to get through dinner. As the sky darkened, after Auntie Zhang left, the house suddenly became much quieter.
Ming Miao ran to the balcony, using a magnifying glass to observe the plants in the pots.
Ming Can stayed in the living room, trying to adjust her mood.
After an unknown amount of time, her attempt to adjust her mood failed, and her mind was completely occupied by the Y chromosome provider she had been avoiding.
Ming Can subconsciously glanced towards the balcony.
The night had swallowed the last bit of twilight, and stars twinkled in the east.
Ming Miao stood in front of a calathea, his eyes empty, staring straight ahead, his lips moving twice without making a sound.
In his consciousness, he was having a conversation: "...Can I choose my mom as the next translation target?"
Soon, a gentle, neutral voice sounded in his mind: "Yes, the host's ability value meets the standard, the stamina value is sufficient, and you have a certain understanding of the translation target. The translation function for Ms. Ming Can has been activated for you."
"Additionally, a friendly reminder: the human world is very complex, not like the grey magpies you've been studying at school these past few days, who do nothing but eat and poop, only howling some meaningless words. Understanding Ms. Ming Can's language might bring significant impacts to your life."
Ming Miao nodded solemnly: "I want to understand my mom's words, I will work hard!"
After crossing into this world, Ming Miao's head inexplicably gained something called the "Superpower Cultivation System."
It said its serial number was 233, aiming to cultivate the host to become a powerful superpower user.
Ming Miao was very interested and, at some cost, exchanged for the superpower he most desired.
The superpower he asked the system for was: "I want to understand dog language."
This superpower was a bit too weak for the system, not conducive to its goal of cultivating a strong kpi, so the system kindly upgraded Ming Miao's requested superpower from "understanding dog language" to "understanding all languages in the world," also known as "super translation ability."
This ability transcends language, capable of truly understanding an individual's intended meaning by analyzing indicators such as eye contact, micro-expressions, and brain waves.
Ming Miao's mind made a "click" sound, as if a switch had been turned on.
Moments later, he heard a series of footsteps approaching from afar.
Ming Can walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said, "Have you been out here for so long? Are you cold? Do you want some hot milk?"
Ming Miao looked up at Ming Can.
At that moment, he heard two sentences in his ears. One was very clear, exactly what Ming Can said, and the other was more blurred, because Ming Miao had just started translating Ming Can's language, very unfamiliar and slow, like a subpar simultaneous interpreter—
"Miao, hurry back and talk to your poor old mother!"
He had recently learned a term online—tsundere—describing someone whose inside and outside don't match, needing something but not expressing it verbally. He didn't expect his mom to be such a person, even wanting to talk to her closest precious son had to find another excuse.
On the coffee table in the living room, the hot milk was ready, at the perfect temperature.
Ming Miao picked up the warm milk cup, sipping it little by little.
Ming Can also prepared a cup for herself.
She drank half of it in one gulp, licked her lips, and, for the first time, proactively asked Ming Miao about his cheap father: "Miao Miao, do you know your dad?"
Ming Miao thought the question was strange: "Of course I know."
That meant he wasn't born through artificial insemination by Ming Can; he had at least seen the man and should know who he was.
Ming Can felt a bit lost.
So, that man really existed in the future, not just a simple sperm in a sperm bank.
Thinking that she and that man were probably already divorced in the future, Ming Can lovingly touched her son's face.
He could still grow up so well, with such a good and sensible personality, he was really strong.
Ming Can's headache worsened.
She rubbed her temples, forcing herself to remain calm as she asked Ming Miao: "What kind of person is your dad...?"
The language translated by the superpower simultaneously sounded in Ming Miao's mind, his dark, shiny eyes slowly widening, unable to help but shrink his neck and pinch his ears, somewhat unable to digest the hidden anger beneath his mom's calm exterior:
"Honestly, is your dad an idiot? He must be an idiot! It's driving me crazy ahhh!!!"
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