Song Shuhang felt as though his dad's opinion of him dropped by one point every time he looked his way.
"Dad, I might not know the Dust-Cleansing Spell, but I can open a space gate! It's the kind of spatial passage Senior White used just now to take us from the Confucian School to Wenzhou City in one go." Song Shuhang felt he had to defend his standing with his parents, so he brought up his most impressive spatial ability.
If he didn't do something now, he feared he would have no place in their hearts as their eldest child once his little sister was born.
"Can a space gate get rid of dust?" Dad Song asked, bringing the conversation firmly back down to earth.
Song Shuhang fell silent for a moment. "No." Dad, is that all you care about? A space gate is incredible, and you're comparing it to dusting?
"Oh," Dad Song said.
Song Shuhang: "..."
"A space gate can't get rid of dust, but it can solve the garbage problem!" Song Shuhang said. "With one, you wouldn't have to worry about sorting your trash or figuring out which bin something belongs in. No one would ask you, 'What kind of trash are you?' I could just open a gate to an uninhabited planet, or to a world that burns garbage completely and turns it into energy, and toss everything through."
"Huh. When you put it that way, it does sound useful." Dad Song nodded. In truth, he had been stunned the moment Song Shuhang said he could open a space gate!
His son couldn't even cast the Dust-Cleansing Spell, yet he had mastered an ability that appeared all the time in science-fiction movies.
He had answered with a mere "oh" partly because he was too stunned to