I was once a prodigal son in love, passing through thousands of flowers without even a leaf touching me. Until that day, I was completely dumbfounded by a bound "Super Dad System": It doesn't matter if you fail to take care of the baby, but it will reward you with incredible skills!
When I was wondering where the baby would come from, there was a knock on the door.
"Dad, mom said you met her in Paris..."
Me:? ? ?
From then on, my daily painting style completely deviated——
I wanted to change the child's diaper and failed on purpose, and got the [SSS God's Hand]; I wanted to teach the child counting on purpose, and awakened [Super Brain Computing]; I wanted to make a dark dish to poison myself, but ended up getting [Possession of the God of Cooking]...
Gradually, the whole world discovered that something was wrong: Why could this man who walked around the park with a stroller every day be able to repair a nuclear power plant casually? Can you break into a bank vault with diapers? Can you write a variation on "Little Star" at a parent-teacher conference that will make the music world's kings kneel down and pray for you?
Until one day, ex-girlfriends came to the door with a group of children: "I heard that you became the richest man in the world by raising children?"
I looked at the room full of children and fell into deep thought——
I seem to be really determined to be this nanny?
