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“It’s fine.”Zhao Yan almost couldn’t breathe.

This child seed to be a little too smart!

Previously, he was quite puzzled as to why Gu Manxi would buy a computer for a five-year-old child and still be at ease with a five-year-old child sleeping alone. He didn’t quite agree with her from the bottom of his heart.

Now that he thought about it, Gu Manxi probably knew very well that Chu Chu was a little genius.

Geniuses had their own thoughts, and no one could interfere.

.

Zhao Yan did not ask anymore and drove Gu Chu ho.

In fact, Gu Manxi also found out about Gu Chu’s cleverness. The little child could read and solve problems very quickly, and her speed of learning the language was also astonishing. But Gu Manxi was not surprised. There were many young geniuses in the world, and her daughter just happened to be one of them.

Gu Manxi even thought that the gene for intelligence might have co from her biological father.

After all, that person was also a big shot...

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Every day in kindergarten was torture. She endured until the weekend.

Gu Chu hugged the pillow and slept soundly. It was already 10 o’clock in the morning when she woke up. Gu Manxi left a ssage by the bed saying that she was going to attend an impromptu eting at the company. The nanny would co over to make lunch and she reminded Gu Chu not to run around.

Only children would run around.

Gu Chu jumped out of the small bed and was about to go downstairs in her slippers when she suddenly slled a strong aroma of instant noodles. Gu Chu sniffed. The sll ca from the room in the corner on the second floor. She could vaguely hear the sound of swords clashing against each other.

Gu Chu touched her chin. This room...

Hehe, interesting.

Gu Chu ran over and gently pushed open the half-closed door. She pretended to be curious. “Who’s inside? Is It Auntie?”

There was a mont of silence in the room.

Only the sound of swords clashing on the computer ga interface and the system’s steady “You’ve been killed” could be heard.

The high e-sports chair turned around smoothly. The curly-haired youth held the instant noodles box with his eyes wide open. The noodles in his mouth slipped back into its container.

The two of them stared at each other.

The youth had red lips and white teeth. His skin was fair and his curly chestnut-yellow hair made him look like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was handso and cute. He was extrely young and energetic.

“Who are you?” Gu Chu tilted her small head. Her big black eyes were filled with curiosity.

The young man put down the instant noodles box and walked over quickly. He could not help but pinch Gu Chu’s white little face. He sighed, “Zhao did not lie to . His niece is really cute. Tsk, you look like a little kitty.”

Gu Chu’s small face was stern. “Big Brother, I am a human, not a cat.”

From the bottom of her heart, Gu Chu felt that this young man in front of her was more like a cat.

He was Kid.

“How interesting. God, if I knew you were so cute, I wouldn’t have gone to the live strears’ eting. I should have co to see you earlier.” The young man was obviously a chatterbox. The mont he saw the cute Chuchu, he couldn’t stop talking. “Hello Chuchu, my na is Lin Xiaozhou, nicknad Kid. I’m 18 years old this year and I’m currently a strear on the [Orange Streaming] platform. Chuchu, have you had breakfast? Do you like to play gas? I can teach you. I’m actually really good with gaming. So people want to teach them and I would say no. Seeing that you’re Zhao’s niece and you’re so cute, I will teach you for free.”

Lin Xiaozhou spoke very fast as if he was shooting bullets.

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