Chapter Ten: Einstein is also a Time Traveler

  I studied radio principles with my old man, just for show. The efforts of one or two decades in the past life were not in vain, otherwise I wouldn't have become a workshop director in a Taiwanese-funded factory.

  This has caused trouble for Second Brother and Third Brother.

  Dad thought that since he was going to teach, he might as well teach two more. My second and third brothers' academic performance had always been poor, and it seemed they weren't cut out for studying either. So Dad considered letting them learn a trade, which would also give them a skill to fall back on.

  Uncle passed away early, second brother and third brother are very afraid of dad, they don't dare not come.

  Today I read English with Mr. Zhou for an hour and came back, my mind was full of crooked foreign words, walking on the ridge, muttering to myself. Alas, if I had worked so hard in my previous life, how could I have ended up being unknown in literature.

  As soon as I got home, my father had already set up a scene to teach my younger brothers in the main room. My second brother, Liu Zhaomin, and third brother, Liu Zhao, sat at the table with bitter faces, their eyes filled with innocent and helpless expressions.

  I couldn't help but secretly rejoice for a long time.

  It delights me to see others embarrassed, which shows that I am a person born without kindness and am not a good person.

  I put down "Hamlet" and sat down at the table. Dad nodded, cleared his throat, and began to teach.

  As soon as Dad started talking, my two elder brothers looked confused and unhappy, but I, the culprit, didn't feel relaxed or happy either. Think about it, voltage, current, resistance - these things have been deeply ingrained in my mind for a long time, and even when I'm drunk, I wouldn't say anything wrong. But now I have to pretend that I don't know anything, with a pair of clear eyes wide open, worshiping Dad with an expression of admiration, nodding my head from time to time, showing a pleased and admiring look - what's the difference between this and sitting in class reciting unfamiliar characters?

  I originally planned to squeeze out my dad's electrical knowledge in at most three lessons, and then trick him into giving me a set of tools to tinker with. As long as Dad acknowledges that my theory is correct, I'll just reveal a bit of "genius" during practice, and he won't suspect anything. If some irrelevant guy nearby doesn't know his place and wants to express surprise, I'll give him two big white eyes and scold him for being nosy.

  But the second and third brothers were too poor, just a few symbols made them dizzy. Father repeated teaching for n times, but the two brothers shook their heads like a rattle drum, with only two words - "don't understand". In vain, father was so angry that he vomited blood, but it was helpless.

  It's clear that studying is going to take a long time, and even just learning about electrical principles will take until the monkeys turn into horses. Just as I was about to put my sinister plan into action, Dad had already lost his patience, waved his hand and said: "Forget it, you two go home and have dinner."

  The second and third brothers, like amnesty, immediately got up, without even saying goodbye, and ran away quickly. The third brother stumbled when crossing the threshold and almost fell on his face.

  Dad was so angry that he was panting, if not for the sake of his elder brother, I'm afraid the words "fool" would have burst out. In fact, my two older cousins were extremely intelligent people, in their previous lives, they mixed and mingled better than me, and their business was booming. They just didn't like reading books, so their cultural foundation was a bit weaker.

  "The master leads you in, but cultivation depends on the individual. Dad, you continue to teach."

  I got it cheap and sold it for a good price.

  As soon as I started talking, Dad immediately turned his scowl into a smile and asked with a chuckle: "The master leads the way in, but cultivation depends on the individual. Where did you learn this phrase?"

  I laughed and said: "Uncle Zhou tells it so many times every day, I'm getting calluses on my ears from listening."

  It's really unjust, Mr. Zhou is such a knowledgeable person, when did he ever speak in dialect?

  "Great, great, you have such a good memory, it's easy for me to teach you."

  I smiled slightly: "Double the result with half the effort."

  Dad just smiled and said nothing.

  I didn't intentionally show off, it's just my character from past lives, I like to use idioms to make myself sound learned and impress my working-class brothers and sisters. It's a habit of decades, hard to change. Besides, saying a few words can bring so much joy to Dad, it's truly a bargain that costs nothing, why not do it?

  Once the second and third brothers left, it was much easier for us two. It wasn't just a glance that could convey ten lines of conversation, but more like one glance could convey a hundred lines. For many things, Dad only needed to mention the beginning, and I would nod repeatedly to show my understanding.

  Naturally, I was also very careful to control the rhythm and not run too fast, lest it arouse my father's suspicion. Nevertheless, my super strong receptive ability and understanding ability had already made my father both surprised and delighted, from time to time he would glance at me with his eyes, as if wanting to re-recognize his son.

  I find it a chore to learn things that I already know like the back of my hand. A classic case of "pretending to be confused when you actually understand". This isn't like flirting with girls, where repeating something 10,000 times wouldn't be enough, and in order to "graduate" as soon as possible, I couldn't care less about arousing Dad's suspicions.

  Huh, what was I just thinking? ... Ba... Ba Niu?

  After crossing back, I attended elementary school for a few days and almost forgot that I had the mindset of a 40-year-old. The things that I used to think about day and night in my previous life were all thrown away like they never existed.

  I also don't know what happened to my wife and children in another world after I got drunk and fell down.

  Or perhaps, the affairs of that world are still proceeding as usual, and I haven't fallen down drunk, but am continuing to work hard for money, supporting my family, and living a dull life. Who can guess the arrangements of heaven?

  I shook my head, as if trying to shake off all these tangled and messy things.

  This subtle action didn't fool Dad, he had been carefully observing my expression all along.

  "Xiao Jun, what's wrong? Don't you understand here?"

  "Ah...... no, no, I need to sort out my thoughts..."

  I murmured in reply.

  "Get my thoughts in order...... Get my thoughts in order...... Hehe......"

  As for the adult words that occasionally pop out of my mouth, Dad is already used to it.

  "You've learned too much today, take a rest now and learn more later."

  "No, no, no, Dad, you continue."

  I was anxious and begged urgently.

  Dad smiled and gently patted my head: "Eat your meals one bite at a time, walk the road one step at a time. Don't try to swallow it all in one gulp, or you'll never reach your destination."

  "It's okay, it's okay, you continue to speak... um, you're not often home, this time talk a bit more, I'll slowly read the book myself, if there are things I don't understand, I'll ask when you come back next time..."

  In my previous life, I was a master of fabricating stories. My brain worked quickly and in the blink of an eye, I could come up with all sorts of reasons.

  Dad couldn't help but smile and continued talking.

  "Eat rice, eat rice......"

  The second sister called out in a loud voice and brought dishes to the table.

  Unconsciously, it's already time? This class is long enough.

  "Wait a minute, just a few more pages and it's all over."

  Dad waved his hand and suddenly froze.

  The last few pages?

  An entire book on "Principles of Electricity" with over a hundred pages, finished in just one night? Isn't that a bit too fast?

  I couldn't help but secretly laugh when I saw Dad's stunned expression.

  Dad, dad, are you confused? Don't know how this son was born? Haha! Let's have fun first!

  "Xiao Jun, have you understood all these?"

  "I don't understand."

  I shook my head repeatedly.

  I have to tell my dad that I understand everything, what's the point? Isn't it more Einstein than Einstein? ... Hmm, Einstein, the most awesome person in the history of science, might be a time traveler from who knows when back to the 20th century. Otherwise, how could he invent relativity? Maybe there really is such a possibility, who knows?

  Dad let out a long sigh, seemingly relieved yet slightly disappointed.

  "So you..."

  "Hmm... I'm not completely clueless, I kind of get it a bit... I'll learn the basics first and then understand it gradually..."

  "Hum, swallow a date whole!"

  My second sister pouted and gave me a loud slap on the head.

  "Not bad, a perfect description. Well done, this idiom is used quite aptly."

  Dad laughed happily.

  "Wow, chili stir-fried meat!"

  Perhaps I was too engrossed just now, until the fragrance of meat wafted over, and I suddenly realized that in the middle of the table, a huge bowl of stir-fried chili pepper and meat had been placed, with palm-sized pieces of fatty pork.

  In an instant, my saliva fell three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way had fallen from the ninth heaven!

  "Study uses up brain power, fatty meat supplements the brain."

  Dad stroked my head and said lovingly.

  "Hmm..."

  I nodded repeatedly, not even having time to pick up my chopsticks. I stretched out my five-clawed golden dragon and grabbed a large piece of fatty meat, stuffing my small mouth full to the brim. The greasy oil flowed down from the corners of my mouth, and I felt that there was no more delicious food in the world!