Chapter 411: I, a Divine-Level National Painting, Can't Even Handle an Elementary School Art Class?

The live broadcast room fell silent for a long time, then suddenly exploded.

"Holy crap! Awesome! Absolutely awesome!"

"Tearing up! So thrilling! The moment the elementary student answered, it was explosive, wasn't it?"

"The most incomprehensible thing about the universe is that it is comprehensible; the most comprehensible thing about the universe is that it is incomprehensible!"

"I originally thought this was a work of documentary literature, but now you're telling me this is actually a science fiction novel? And what's more, it's an absolute masterpiece!"

"A humble rural teacher and the vast, magnificent universe—how could they be so seamlessly connected?"

"To summarize this work in one sentence: elementary students save the world. Yes, elementary students save the world using Newton's Three Laws of Motion. It sounds too absurd, but after listening, everyone just shouts 'awesome.' It's so rigorous, so awesome!"

"Just how awesome is Su Meng? According to his original plan, it should have been a piece of documentary literature about rural teachers, but after being stimulated by something, he somehow transitioned so cleverly into a science fiction masterpiece? How is his brain built?"

"If he had only written about rural teachers, at best it would have been an article designed to make people cry, but such a twist actually turned it into a masterpiece!"

"Those temples were truly divine assists, forcing a masterpiece out of him!"

"Su Meng seems not to have responded to those temples, but his words make it perfectly clear."

"If you only saw Su Meng responding to those temples, I have to say you are far too shallow! Su Meng's novel has great sentiment!"

"Hearing Teacher Yuanyuan tell the story of her teacher from childhood, and then writing such a novel—isn't that absolutely mind-blowing?"

"Who the hell still says Su Meng is an idol? Which idol can speak in proverbs and spontaneously write such a masterpiece?"

Inside a villa, the pink-haired bun wiped the tears from her face and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Newton's Three Laws of Motion are actually this awesome? Why haven't I learned them?"

Xie Lecheng thought for a moment and said uncertainly.

"'Five-three-seven'—that seems to be something only studied in high school physics class..."

"No! I want to learn!" The bun waved her fist and shouted loudly.

"I want to learn Newton's Three Laws of Motion! I want to learn physics! I want to be like big brother! Dad, teach me quickly!"

Xie Lecheng was suddenly overjoyed; did this girl actually know to take the initiative to study?

However... his mouth twitched several times, and he couldn't help but bitterly complain inwardly.

How many years have I been graduated? I've forgotten all these things long ago, haven't I?

Seeing the bun's expectant gaze, Xie Lecheng thought quickly.

"If you want to truly understand Newton's Three Laws of Motion, you must first solidify your middle school curriculum."

"Tomorrow, Dad will find a few teachers to tutor you, okay?"

"No!" the bun said domineeringly.

"I can't wait! I want to learn right now!"

Xie Lecheng was almost on the verge of tears.

In the middle of the night, where am I supposed to find a teacher for you?

I never thought that one day, when a child wants to study voluntarily, I, the parent, would actually be the one holding them back...

Huh? Oh right, how could I forget the several nannies at home?

They are all young, beautiful female college students...

"Our Su Meng... can he write short essays too?"

Qin Jie looked completely bewildered and murmured to herself.

Duan Duan Jiangping nodded subconsciously, then suddenly jumped up.

"My lord, contact the magazine immediately and formally publish this novel..."

Qin Jie lazily applied a face mask and said indifferently.

"Who are you ordering around? I am only his entertainment agent!"

"Shouldn't these expanded businesses be something for you, the boss, to worry about?"

Duan Duan Jiangping said weakly.

"But this seems like it could make a lot of money..."

"Money?" Qin Jie's eyes suddenly widened round.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring me my phone?"

"Holy crap! I never thought that one day, as an entertainment agent, I would get involved with the literary circle!"