Zhan Xi, upon seeing the situation, decisively used his ultimate move and called Teacher Lily.
"Ningning, your grades this time aren't very good, but the winter vacation is long, and you can study well at home."
"Also, the only way to improve your grades is to study hard; other methods are ineffective."
Obviously, Teacher Lily was also warning the little child not to bow randomly in the future.
Teacher Lily's voice was gentle; after educating the little child, she patiently encouraged him.
Unfortunately, the lttle child, immersed in a feeling of sadness, couldn't take in any encouragement now.
He only knew that he was done for.
Many people on the Star Network saw the little child bowing, but now, the little child only got the lowest score.
Although the little child was young, he was clear-headed—
These people would definitely make fun of the little child.
"Dad."
The little child hugged Zhan Xi's thigh tightly, choking: "Ningning doesn't want to go to kindergarten anymore, Ningning doesn't want to stay on White Mist Star anymore."
"Ningning wants to go back to the barren planet to grow vegetables."
The impact was so heavy that it was almost impossible for the little child to bear.
The little child, whose mindset had collapsed, started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Grandpa Confucius, won't bless Ningning!"
He clearly bowed so many times, but Grandpa Confucius still wouldn't let Ningning score 100 points. Ningning would never bow to Grandpa Confucius again in the future.
The little child cried heartbreakingly.
Raphael, who followed along, witnessed the entire process. He looked contentedly at the teary-eyed little child and finally put away the star device that had been recording.
"Ningning."
Raphael squatted down in front of the little child, looking at him as if he was a little fool. "How many years has your Grandpa Confucius been gone? He never even learned the Imperial language. Do you really expect him to bless you in passing the tests from the Imperial kindergarten?"
"It's not that Grandpa Confucius won't bless you, but your choice of profession doesn't align with his expertise at all."
Raphael originally wanted to mock the little child, but as the little child listened to his words, the sobbing suddenly stopped.
A round tear still hung on his eyelashes, not falling: "Aunt."
Raphael was joking with his nephew, enjoying the laughter, and was a bit puzzled when the boy suddenly stopped crying.
He saw tears still clinging to the boy's eyelashes, his mouth slightly agape as he looked at him. "Uncle, are you saying that I shouldn't bow to Grandpa Confucius?"
Raphael: "..."
Raphael keenly sensed that something was amiss, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
He cautiously replied, "That's what I mean, but my main point is that bowing to Grandpa Confucius seems... well—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the boy suddenly had a moment of enlightenment and self-reflection.
"I shouldn't bow to Grandpa Confucius."
The boy sniffled, his nose and eyelids red, looking pitiful. "I should bow to the teacher."
"Grandpa Confucius doesn't understand the characters of the Imperial language, so he can't bless me, but the teacher understands."
Empowered by his aunt's revelation, the boy became more convinced that his new perspective was correct.
He let go of his father's hand, stood up, and continued to paint a rosy picture for his father: "Daddy, next time in the exam, I'll definitely make you proud!"
"Bowing to the teacher will ensure that you have a perfect score on your report card."
Zhan Xi: "?"
Wagner, stunned by what he heard: "?"
Behind them, Huo Lin, recording the video, almost shook his hand in disbelief: "?"
What's going on?
What did they just hear?
The boy realized his mistake and promptly corrected his course. He wiped away his tears and stopped crying.
While he stopped crying, Zhan Xi's face turned green.
"No, I can't spank him. We must emphasize quality education."
Having read many parenting books, Zhan Xi continued to take deep breaths, murmuring to himself that he must patiently and gently teach the disobedient boy. He couldn't get angry just because the boy scored poorly on exams, embarrassed himself, or continued to misbehave...
After convincing himself for quite some time, Zhan Xi closed his eyes briefly but still couldn't persuade himself.
He glanced back at the father and son of the Federation who were still eating melons, at Raphael, who was watching the excitement without any concern, and at Savi, who had been sneakily peeping all along.
"Everyone, please step aside temporarily."
With a calm tone, Zhan Xi said, "It's time for some family education, it's not convenient for everyone to be present."
Raphael attempted to linger, but An Nuo dragged him away directly.
"Xiao Lin, you also step aside."
In the kitchen, Huo Lin, too, was sent away by Zhan Xi.
Before leaving, Huo Lin looked at the little child, wanting to comfort Zhan Xi's emotions: "Uncle Zhan, Ningning is still young..."
Before he could finish his words of persuasion, Huo Lin met Zhan Xi's gaze.
The next second.
He dared not say another word and could only leave under the puzzled gaze of the little child.
In the corridor outside, An Nuo was still admonishing Raphael, "What nonsense did you just say? Ningning was led astray by you!"
Raphael couldn't refute.
He was wrongly accused.
He had just wanted to tease the little child, but who knew the little child would actually go off track.
Raphael couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. Where did the little child get the courage? After kowtowing to Confucius, he still wanted to kowtow to the teacher.
"An Nuo, you have to think positively... If I hadn't brought out his intentions early, when the next interstellar broadcast comes, and he bangs his head in front of the teacher, wouldn't you and Zhan Xi be even more embarrassed?"
An Nuo: "..."
The scene described by Raphael was something An Nuo really couldn't bear to imagine.
He didn't turn back to participate in Zhan Xi's education. Ningning had been under Zhan Xi's care for these years, and in terms of education, he, as an uncle, respected Zhan Xi.
The little child who was still in front of his father, looking at the departing adults and brother, was completely unaware of the impending danger.
"Daddy, they've all left."
"Daddy knows."
"Shall we leave too? Let's go see Lele."
"There's no rush."
As Zhan Xi spoke, he rolled up his sleeves. Just as an unpruned tree can grow crooked, his little son might also go astray if not disciplined.
What he cared about most wasn't the child''s grades, but rather his tendency to come up with crooked ideas.
"Ningning, come tell Daddy, who are you going to kowtow to before your next exam?"
"To the teacher!"
The father and son's exchange lasted for a few seconds, then the door to the room closed.
And then—
The loud sound of the little child's crying rang out.
