Chapter 7: Internet Café (1/2)

Tang Jinyu's body recovered quickly, he preferred to run to Teacher Xia's house next door than staying at home.

At home, Tang Hongjun and his wife are very protective of him. Teacher Xia is a lot more relaxed when it comes to his well-being.

After practicing the harmonica, Teacher Xia will take him to play ball. Sometimes Xia Ye is also at home but he rarely joins in their games, he usually watches them from the side, not knowing what he is looking at.

After meeting with Xia Ye a few times, Tang Jinyu gradually got acquainted with him and looked up to him.

From the bottom of his heart, he particularly liked this big brother from next door, although he can't explain why he did, he would always become super excited whenever he saw him.

A wave of adoration arises spontaneously in his heart. It's like he turned into a little worker bee. He always wanted to be around Xia Ye and grab his attention.

Even when Xia Ye nods to him as a greeting, it will make him happy for the rest of the day!

Xia Ye was neither cold nor warm to him. Whenever he came back home, he would only say hello then go back to his bedroom.

Tang Jinyu's eyes watched as his figure slowly disappear, still wanting to see his figure.

Teacher Xia couldn't help feeling a little bit of pain, and asked, ”Xiaoyu wants to find your big brother? He is playing on the computer. Teacher will show you, OK?”

The child sitting on the sofa simply shook his head and refused, ”No.”

Teacher Xia felt a bit weird and asked: ”Don't you want to play with your brother? You can play with him for a few minutes, I can take you there if you feel scared.”

Tang Jinyu insisted on not going and dragged Teacher Xia's arm to make him sit down, raisied the harmonica in his hand to indicate that he would continue with his lesson.

It's very important for the male god to use his computer inside. Tang Jinyu has a vague impression that he shouldn't disturb him at all. He even subconsciously dragged Teacher Xia, trying to protect Xia Ye's privacy.

While taking a few minutes of rest, he could hear the crisp sound of typing on a keyboard from the bedroom. Tang Jinyu's fingers tapped on the sofa, as he followed along with the sound of the keyboard.

Teacher Xia poured him a glass of fruit juice and asked with a smile, ”Does Xiaoyu want to learn how to play the piano?”

In fact, Tang Jinyu was pressing his fingers on his imaginary keyboard, but looking at it from a personal point of view it seemed like he was playing the piano. When Teacher Xia asked him, this, he nodded, ”I want to.”

Teacher Xia: ”Then teacher will practice with you in two days, okay?”

”Okay~”

Not long after, Tang Hongjun knocked on the door as the usual time to pick up his son. When he saw his son running over with the harmonica, he showed a smile on his face and hugged him, and said, ”Were you good today?”

Tang Jinyu nodded, Teacher Xia, praised him several times today!

Teacher Xia came over and praised him again and said: ”Xiaoyu learns things very fast. Now his fingers are able to move fast, much better than when he first came here. I think this kid is quite talented.”

As soon as Tang Hongjun heard other people praise his son, he couldn't help laughing. He said a few words politely to Mr. Xia, and then came close to him and said in a small voice: ”Mr. Xia, let me tell you something. Recently, we also found that Xiaoyu is different from other children. Although he is not in good health, he has a strong memory. He can retell a story I read to him word for word.”

Teacher Xia said in surprise: ”Not a single mistake?”

Tang Hongjun nodded mysteriously, ”Yes, he can repeat any book he reads, even if I ask him to repeat the book again a few days later, he can still remember it, as long as he touches the book, he can memorize it, do you think he has a particularly good memory?”

Teacher Xia was a little interested, ”It's quite rare, I recently read an article of children that study abroad, have a slower growth compared to ordinary children but that they all have a certain talent that they could do. I think that Xiaoyu might be the same as them.”

Tang Jinyu: ? ?

No, I only know how to read.

He wanted to say that, but no sound came out of his mouth, it was as if something was constricting him from saying something.

Hearing that his dad and Teacher Xia had already begun to analyze the various young talents at home and abroad, he closed his mouth again.

He had a feeling that he shouldn't anything regarding this matter anymore, so he just pretended not to understand.

After listening for a while, when the adults finally finished their chat, he followed his father home.

But he made up his mind that he wasn't going to talk as much when Tang Hongjun reads him a story tonight.

In Xia's room, an old bulky computer was running. A telephone line connected it with the network. The fan in the ceiling was buzzing, as the sound of the clicking kept sounding throughout the room.

Facing the computer screen, Xia Ye's fingers were flying across his keyboard. There is no expression on his face, only a bunch of data blue light reflected in his eyes when scrolling across the screen, reflected in his eyes, bringing out a hint of a blue color.

After a while, he stopped, took a glass of water, and drank slowly, his eyes still did not leave the computer screen, his eyes showed a look appreciative, as he looked at his masterpiece for a short while, then flexed his wrist and continued typing on the keyboard.

At school, he normally had a mild attitude. When he is at home, his eyes become sharp when facing the world of technology.

More than a year ago, he wrote a FireWall software by himself, and he can go to foreign websites to explore more fields.

Thanks to his good family background, his English level is not bad, and there is no problem with reading basic English words, some of the harder words gradually became easier to read as time passed on. He gradually realized that the Internet was an opportunity for him, where he can learn all the knowledge he wants.

The sound of the ”little star” came from next door. The harmonica's sound was crisp and childish. Xia Ye occasionally let his mind wander off.

When he was done typing, he realized that he had subconsciously typed his code into the shape of a star.