The Genius Kid Became the Darling of the Variety Show

[The price of a fully subscribed novel is just one cup of milk tea. Please, I’m begging you for a five-star review. It really means a lot to us little authors, quq. On the surface, he’s a cold, aloof older brother, but deep down he’s gentle and fatherly x an innocent, pampered little beauty who loves to make a fuss. My completed novel, “Jade at the Ice’s Edge [Figure Skating],” is ready for you to enjoy. It’s a long novel with a high rating and a reliable author, so you can read without fear of it being abandoned.] Surrounded by genius parents and siblings, Yu An’an knew from a young age that he wasn’t smart at all, and that his health was poor, too. The best thing for him was to obediently stay at home under their protection and be a happy little good-for-nothing, doing only the things he liked every day. He thought he could just lie flat in peace, but his busy parents packed him up and took him along to a variety show for parents and children! Ever since the show began, Yu An’an had been crying every day. The food made by the newbie parents was awful, and several ingredients were things he was allergic to. After a whole day of working in the fields, his delicate hands and feet were rubbed raw. And to finish a task, Yu An’an, who was claustrophobic, had to ride the elevator alone, terrified and shedding tears! Viewers: Where did this fussy little crybaby come from? Looking at the unreliable parents and siblings around him, Yu An’an had no choice but to work up his courage, rise onto his tiptoes, and tug at the hem of the big brother who looked icy cold. He sweetly called him Brother Qi. The viewers all thought that this genius boy from a family of researchers would surely be too lazy to pay any attention to a little fuss-maker. However, Qi Lan, the “iceberg boy,” actually crouched down helplessly and carefully scooped the little crybaby up in his arms. Viewers: ??? This isn’t how the script is supposed to go! The viewers thought Yu An’an would leave sooner or later, but then At the zoo, when it was time to sketch the animals, all the other children asked for oil pastels and watercolor pencils, but Yu An’an asked for a set of traditional Chinese painting tools. The five-year-old’s hand trembled a little as he held the brush. Viewers: The little crybaby is wasting supplies again! But on the rice paper appeared a mighty, imposing tiger, with a lifelike jungle behind it. Traditional painting masters ABCD: Where did this masterpiece come from? How can such a great master exist in this day and age! Yu An’an was confused: Huh? Mom taught me traditional Chinese painting. I’ve been learning for less than a year! During a visit to the science museum, while the other children excitedly joined in all kinds of games, Yu An’an walked from one display board to the next with his little brows furrowed and an expression far too serious for his age. Viewers: What’s the little crybaby up to now? Then Yu An’an said to the staff with a straight face: These display boards have several mistakes. Research in academia hasn’t fully clarified this question yet, but that doesn’t mean you can just write whatever you want. Research bigwigs EFGH: Wait, the principles he’s explaining actually make sense! Yu An’an frowned: This was a project I did before I turned five. How could it compare with Dad and Big Brother’s research? As the show went on, the viewers finally realized something was wrong Yu An’an wasn’t a pampered little crybaby at all. He was a genius among geniuses!!! And, and why was he so pretty and adorable, like a little jade doll? qaq One day, more than ten years later, at an award ceremony for a major scientific prize, Qi Lan presented Yu An’an with his trophy. A young man presenting an award to another young man, both of them accomplished in academia: it was a heartwarming story But then a sharp-eyed netizen enlarged the award photo. On the hand holding the trophy and the hand about to accept it were two identical rings. That night, the whole world exploded. #Help, the CP I shipped when they were kids seems, seems to have become real qaq# PS: The author isn’t a genius, and I don’t have broad expertise at all. All the theorems and formulas that appear in this novel are made up. Professionals, please don’t yell at me TAT. PPS: The character designs for the character cards came from drawings gifted by bs. Thanks to the lovely and kind-hearted artists! Please add my upcoming novel “It Makes Sense for the Support to Be the Strongest Player, Right?” to your collection~ Demons run rampant and faith has crumbled. Eve Lottie, a member of the Church whose light magic is pitifully weak, has no choice but to flee for her life. The only one left by her side is the holy knight Lancelot. Though he’s a stoic who can barely manage a single word all day, at least he’s a person (in the good sense), and fiercely loyal. As they flee to the snowbound Northern Border, several strange mechanical voices suddenly ring in Eve Lottie’s ears. [Party member Lancelot has slain a low-level monster. Your EXP (experience) has increased by 100.] [Party member Lancelot has used Sword Dance. Your MP (mana) has increased by 100.] [Party member Lancelot has used Sacrifice. Lancelot’s HP (health) has decreased by 999, and your HP has increased by 999.] The loyal as-hell♂ party member, holy knight Lancelot, stands with a huge “HP -999” above his head. His tall frame shields Eve Lottie from the biting wind as he silently draws her cloak tighter around her. After his name, a string of text appears, leaving even Eve Lottie speechless: [The Holy Son is so beautiful! I want to bleep, (censored). No, the Holy Son’s body is too weak. I’d better help him recover before I bleep, ] - When the game “Continent of Roland” first launched, every player stared in deep thought at the player who was miles ahead at the top of the level rankings. This player was named “The Fairest Moonlight,” and played the universally acknowledged weakest class, priest. How could the top player be such a terrible class, while using such an shameless ID? Only later, when the game’s difficulty level rose and monsters slaughtered living beings, did humanity gradually realize that this wasn’t a game at all, but a real world. Dying in the game really meant vanishing from the world, and only one person could make an exception to this rule. This person was named “Eve Lottie,” which in the language of the Continent of Roland meant “the fairest moonlight.” This person was a true deity. - Long afterward, when someone asked the greatest pope since the creation of the world how he had become a true deity, Eve Lottie thought for a long time before replying: You might not believe me, but at first I was only trying to escape with my life. Beside the throne, the stern-faced holy knight voiced his rare objection: Your Majesty was a deity from the very beginning. The holy knight’s words sounded grand and proper, but the little text above his head laid bare his thoughts: [Your Majesty is so beautiful! I wish Your Majesty were a deity who belonged only to me! My deity is supposed to bleep, ] In response, the Pope merely glared at the holy knight, both angry and petulant. Before he could say anything, he… He soon found himself unable to speak. [Physically offensive stats maxed-out, fake-stoic, secretly obsessive, devoted attack x sickly beauty, light-magic priest with maxed-out magic attack, receiving party] Please check out my upcoming novel “No Falling for Anyone at a Crime Scene [Criminal Investigation]” A tough-talking but softhearted criminal investigation team captain attack x a cool, sickly beauty and criminal psychologist receiving party. Also known as “Roses in the White Night [Criminal Investigation].” - Fifteen years ago, the Ning family, a family of police officers in Jiangzhou, was massacred. A web of evil involving human trafficking, organ smuggling, drug deals, and collusion between the police and the underworld shocked the world. Fifteen years later, another major family massacre takes place in Jiangzhou. The case is tied to the vast web left behind fifteen years ago. Criminal investigation captain Ming Yi takes the case. There is only one name on the suspect list indicated by all the evidence, and that person is the police team’s new criminal psychology consultant, Ning Huaiyu, who took sick leave before even reporting for duty. - The new consultant is frail, fussy, and particular, gasping for breath every few steps and never without his medicine. He faints from motion sickness on the way to a field investigation, before they even reach the scene. When they first meet, he rejects Ming Yi’s rare, friendly offer of a handshake on the grounds that he has a compulsive aversion to dirt. Yet Ning Huaiyu, supposedly so fussy about cleanliness, can stand at a crime scene without batting an eye and use his so-called “psychology” to challenge the evidence and facts that every member of the team has already accepted. Ming Yi: This is a criminal investigation unit, not a nursing home. Solving cases is about evidence, not psychology. Please let me return him. But this consultant can produce a profile in three minutes and identify the real culprit in three sentences. He has never been wrong in the face of a complex case, proving his point time and time again. Before long, everyone on the team is looking after him. They even fuss over whether his thermos still has goji berries in it whenever he takes a sip of water. Even Ming Yi, who was the least fond of Ning Huaiyu, learns to wash his hands and cook for him, and can hardly bear to let him out of his sight. - The vast web buried deep underground is gradually unraveled, strand by strand. As justice and evil intertwine, a rose nourished by blood blooms where day meets night. The spirits of the fallen live on, and the light will never fade. Even if I stand on the other side of the night, I will still rush toward you without hesitation. - Ning Huaiyu (struggling to get out of bed): Hiss, Captain Ming, I don’t mind you taking care of me, but you never said you meant this kind of taking care of me! Ming Yi (dead serious): I’m rubbing Ah Yu’s muscles right now. How is that not taking care of him? - I know you’re not supposed to fall for anyone at a crime scene, but the person I met there was you. What is falling in love, if not a devoted believer encountering his deity? - [Reading guide] 1. The receiving character is seriously ill and in very poor health, with heart disease and a history of bone marrow transplantation. But I guarantee a happy ending. The romance will absolutely not be angsty, and it’ll be sweet. Once the initial misunderstanding is cleared up, everyone, especially the attack, will dote on the receiving character~ 2. Justice will endure, and so will the light. 3. An alternate universe, very loosely based on reality. Theme: Change your destiny through knowledge, create wealth through science and technology, and contribute to the prosperity of the nation.