The little one came back happily.
At that moment, in the Grade Group office, the Chinese teacher was grading the short essays her students had turned in.
She was quite pleased with the writing skills of the students in her class.
After finishing one essay, she gave it an "Excellent" without hesitation.
She set the graded workbook aside and continued with the next student's.
When she saw the title of the essay, the Chinese teacher froze.
Her brain took a moment to catch up.
"My World's Richest Father"
Good grief.
Just—good grief.
After so many years of teaching, she had never expected to see an old internet meme sitting right in front of her.
She checked the name on the workbook. Sure enough, it was that student.
Even though Mo Jingchun hadn't taken part in any global wealth rankings, he was universally recognized as the richest man in the world.
It took her five minutes to read the essay, which was over three hundred words long, line by line. After a long silence, the Chinese teacher gave it an "Excellent."
Though, that said...
The writing was genuinely good. She'd wanted to find a typo, but couldn't find one.
She had decided: when the students came back on Monday, she would have the whole class take this essay home for their parents to sign.
At the thought, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
After sneezing twice in a row, Du Du frowned, covered her nose, and muttered to herself:
"Who's talking about me?"
Seeing his daughter sneeze, Mo Jingchun looked up and asked:
"Caught a cold? That doesn't make sense. You're so healthy."
"No, I just suddenly sneezed twice."
Seeing that his daughter was fine, Mo Jingchun looked over at his younger sister.
Lately, she'd been glowing, coming