CH 14

In the absence of adult supervision, even the safety scissors for young children are very dangerous for a five-year-old child.

Gu Yanzhi slapped two times on the chubby cubs ass as punishment. He warned that in the future, when no adults are present, he cannot play with the scissors by himself, even if the scissor is a safety scissors.

After that, he took the scissors and went downstairs, and asked the housekeeper to put away the hand-made scissors, and, next time, don’t cover the little cub again.

Bo Zai secretly rejoices that “there is no exposing mother”, but the fact that “he was beaten by his father when he was five years old” still greatly affected his self-esteem as a little man.

He didn’t want to recall such an embarrassing moment in front of his mother, and awkwardly changed the subject: “Teacher Xie, what are you holding in your hand?”

Xie Yishu heard Bo Zai say that the clothes fits well, so he was relieved, and handed him the small courier box in his hand: “Guess what it is?”

Bo Zai took the courier box, took it to his ear and shook it carefully, tilted his head, and listened carefully.

Its

‘s very light.

You can hear a clinking sound when shaking it.

It should be a small thing, but what will it be? Bo Zai thought for a while, then shook his chubby face: “Bo Zai can’t guess it.”

Xie Yishu was amused by the little cub rigorous and serious appearance, smiled and rubbed his little head, and replied: “It’s a light brain stand.”

“Oh oh, Bo Zai knows this!” He also has a light brain stand at home, put the light brain on it, and he can lie on the bed and watch cartoons. When the cartoon start, put his hands behind his little head and put his chubby legs on his knees. It will be comfortable!

It’s because his father said that it’s not good for the eyes, so he was not allowed to lie on bed and watch: “Teacher Xie also wants to watch cartoons in bed too? Bo Zai’s Dad said that to lie and watch cartoons are not good.” He wants to protect his eyes, and his mother’s eyes too.

“Your father is right.” Xie Yishu led the cub into the classroom and turned on the lights in the classroom. “Teacher didn’t buy it to watch videos on bed. Teacher wants to use it to record videos.”

“Recording a video?”

“Yes.” Because there are only two of them in the classroom, Xie Yishu is more casual. He opened the courier box, took out the optical brain stand from the inside, place the optical brain on it, clicked on the live broadcast app, and created a rehearsal live broadcast room for the little fat boy to see.

“Fix the stand on the table, adjust the angle, and you can record the same scene for a long time… Bo Zai, look.”

Bo Zai looked at the two white and tender chubby hands on the screen, and said in surprise: “Wow!”

More professional anchors will choose a holographic live broadcast room or a professional live broadcast stand with lights and radios, but for newcomers like Xie Yishu, a stand is enough.

Xie Yishu hod the stand and push it a little bit but the picture on the screen was not moving at all and quite stable.

Xie Yishu picked up the optical brain, switched the interface, signed the order, and gave a five-star praise.

Bo Zai was still immersed in the excitement of “his chubby little hand got live broadcast”, and it took him a while to react: the live broadcast software was installed in his mother’s brain. Mom bought the brain rack for video recording. Does that mean that Mom has her own live broadcast room?

If so, wouldn’t he be able to see his mother in the kindergarten every day and in light brain after returning home?

Little cub eyes lit up and he grabbed Xie Yishu’s corner and asked eagerly: “Teacher Xie, can Bo Zai see it again…”

He was very excited when he thought that he could see his mother when he went home. He couldn’t express what he meant for a while, so he could only awkwardly make a bare hand gesture on the stand: “That!”

Xie Yishu understood what the little fat boy meant, and called up the rehearsal live broadcast room and fixed the optical brain on the stand: “This?”

A pair of chubby hands reappeared on the screen.

Bo Zai stared at the small line of words in the upper left corner, trying to remember the appearance of each word. After a long while, a big smile appeared: “Teacher Xie, Bo Zai have a good look at it already!”

He remembers the name of his mother’s live broadcast room!

Called “zygote”!

The author has something to say:

Gu Yanzhi: If my son does not have a good vision nor can he read, it is unlikely for me to meet Xiao Shu now. [Lighter.JPG]