Originally, only celebrity artists were thought to need to manage their Weibo and image. An Wuyang, foolishly, stuffed a wedge of sweet orange into his mouth and chewed it up, feeling dumbfoundedly…
Immediately, he realized that these expensive imported oranges were indeed very sweet.
His mother-in-law: “…”
Encountering such a silly son-in-law in this lifetime, besides patiently waiting for her to finish eating the orange, what else could she do?
“Ahem,” An Wuyang said, “So you want me to open a Weibo account? Okay, I played around with it when I was in junior high, but then I was afraid it would affect my studies, so I stopped.”
What’s infuriating is that even if he didn’t play Weibo, he was still a mediocre student.
After chatting with his mother-in-law, An Wuyang returned to the bedroom and sat down, trying hard to remember his junior high Weibo account.
After thinking for more than ten minutes, he finally remembered his username and password.
Then, following his mother-in-law’s instructions, he sent the account and password over.
Ding! Mrs. Zhang received her son-in-law’s WeChat message and took a look…
Username: HomeworkIsHard2000.
Password: 20000615.
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Indeed, it was his junior high account, not a lie!
But that’s not all. Mrs. Huo logged into An Wuyang’s account and saw his last Weibo post.
HomeworkIsHard2000: [Picture] Today’s test papers were handed out, and I got this score in math. [Wave goodbye] I won’t play Weibo anymore in the future.
Posted on April 18, 2013.
Scrolling down, she saw the second post: An Wuyang, wearing a blue and white junior high school uniform, sitting on the back of a classmate’s bicycle with a cheerful smile, holding up a string of well-made hot dogs.
HomeworkIsHard2000: My good buddy Xiaopang treated me to some mini sausages.
As a young teenager who hadn’t yet started growing, his small face was even more delicate than the lines of an adult, exuding a refined charm that was both masculine and feminine.
The more she looked at it, the more she felt that he had clear features, red lips, white teeth, and a hint of innocence and innocence.
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Mrs. Huo particularly liked this photo and immediately saved a copy.
Then she spent a few minutes reading through all of An Wuyang’s sparse Weibo content.
She found that there wasn’t a single post that needed to be deleted; all of them had the unique vibe of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old.
Especially innocent, especially simple.
For example, he was especially happy when a classmate treated him to a mini sausage; his only worry was about difficult studies, teacher criticism, and so on.
Zhang Ruoqi read with relish and had no intention of deleting the child’s historic Weibo.
On the contrary, she had to keep it, it must be kept.
Not long after, this account returned to An Wuyang’s hands.
He found that everything was the same, except that a “V” was added in front of his name, and there were a few more people in his followers list.
No, upon closer inspection, An Wuyang noticed that the profile had changed!
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Previously it was “XX No. 14 Middle School Classmate,” but now it was “Huo Family’s little darling, Yangyang from Beijing.”
An Wuyang: “…”
He suspected his mother-in-law was a devil.
Zhang Ruoqi V: [Picture] Our little Yangyang has been handsome since he was little, what do you all think? @HomeworkIsHard2000
As a popular spokesperson for a prominent family, her Weibo account originally had hundreds of thousands of fans.
Recently, her fan base has grown to nearly two million due to her recent speeches.
Some of them follow her just to see the sweet and adorable An Yangyang!
Netizen 1: “Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah! School uniform little boy!”
Netizen 2: “So cute, I’m spitting blood, how can he be this sweet?!”
Netizen 3: “HomeworkIsHard? This Weibo belongs to Sweet An yangyang? Damn, it’s obviously just an ordinary little boy’s boring Weibo, why do I find it so cute?”
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Netizen 4: Boring yet very cute +1!!
Netizen 5: I have a feeling like I’m seeing Golden Retriever’s childhood, super nostalgic, am I the only one?
The student who was caught up in this frenzy had no idea what was happening.
After logging into his account, feeling a bit sleepy, he hugged his pillow and went to his son’s room, intending to take a nap together.
Aunt Zhang saw An Wuyang coming again, and smiled as she prepared a spot for him: “Dundun is awake now, do you want to play with him?”
An Wuyang was originally very sleepy, but upon hearing this, he immediately perked up and nodded: “Yes.”
Dundun, hearing the noise, immediately stopped looking around and turned to where An Wuyang was…
His chubby little round face, adorned with big eyes that seemed to contain the entire universe.
Blinking, smiling broadly, then drooling…
“Hi.” The silly son.
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An Wuyang picked him up, wiping the drool while trying to put the little meaty paw he was trying to stuff into his mouth back into the swaddle: “You can’t suck your fingers, no no.”
Dundun stared at him without moving, one, two, three, pouted, then started crying: “Waaa…”
An Wuyang: “???”
Doubting life!
Has this little thing also caught on to the concept of being scolded?!
“Alright, alright, Dundun, don’t cry, okay?” The young man who became a father at a young age, hugged the child and coaxed in the room: “Daddy won’t scold you, Daddy loves you.”
However, the child continued to cry, and if he kept crying, An Wuyang would want to cry too.
Huo Yunchuan was working in the study when he heard the crying next door.
He immediately put down his work and walked over.
“Crying?” Huo Yunchuan walked to An Wuyang’s side, skillfully took the little one from his arms, and began to gently pat, a gesture he was very used to.
“Yes…” An Wuyang’s face was full of frustration. “I accidentally threatened him just now, and he cried.”
Huo Yunchuan raised an eyebrow, correcting him: “He doesn’t understand your threats.”
Then he gently placed the baby down, unswaddled him, and checked his diaper.
“Ah, turns out he just peed.” An Wuyang stood up, walked to the ventilated area where the diapers were stored, and brought a new diaper back to Huo Yunchuan, looking eager to try.
Huo Yunchuan looked at him. “Are you doing it or should I?”
An Wuyang hesitated for a moment. “You do it.” He handed over the diaper.
CEO Huo took the diaper from the little sweetheart’s hand and changed it with a solemnity and seriousness that was akin to signing a contract.
Of course, it was much gentler, infused with visible love.
Huo Yunchuan lifted Dundun’s chubby little foot, bent down, and kissed the sole.
The little baby forcefully extended his foot with the silver ornament on it and directly stepped on the CEO father’s face, seeming to trend towards “kicking nose and touching face.”
An Wuyang smiled.
Great, seeing everyone dote on Dundun so much, he felt very relieved.
“Aunt Zhang, Dundun is in your care.” Huo Yunchuan said, standing up and glancing at the silly-looking young man. “You still have half an hour for your nap, class starts at three.”
An Wuyang: “???”
What? Has so much time passed just playing with his son?
He quickly found his pillow and lay down next to his son.
However, he was soon lifted up by Huo Yunchuan and taken to the next room because he was disturbing Dundun’s sleep!
“If I stay with you, you can sleep for an extra half an hour.” Huo Yunchuan’s gaze lingered on the young man’s limbs exposed outside of the silk shirt, appearing somewhat blatant.
An Wuyang, the math thief, nodded quickly and patted the spot beside him. “Then stay with me.”
President Huo suppressed his desires when he met the innocent eyes of An Wuyang: “Okay.” He couldn’t bring himself to make bold moves every time he saw An Wuyang’s innocent eyes.
However, after lying down, the angelic face obediently leaned against his shoulder.
But the hand only stayed on his chest for a moment before sliding down…
Huo Yunchuan tensed up all over: “…”
He thought the angel was a bronze, but it turned out to be a king.
So even with the extra half an hour, he couldn’t sleep well.
But An Wuyang thought to himself, sometimes you can’t sweat the small stuff; you have to turn a blind eye.
“Yunchuan, do you have Weibo?” After waking up, An Wuyang rubbed his chin with his fingertips, feeling the somewhat prickly stubble, which amused him.
President Huo, whose chin was being played with, tightened his arm around the little guy’s waist. “Yes.”
Then he told him his long-neglected Weibo nickname.
“Okay.” An Wuyang didn’t say much, he just leaned on the other’s shoulder for a while longer before getting up to continue studying.
At night, when Huo Yunchuan was about to sleep, he looked at the young man next door who was sleeping like a pig and remembered this matter.
He opened the app he hadn’t looked at for a long time, attempting to find familiar words on the page, but didn’t find any.
Finally, he casually opened a private message from a stranger, the latest of which was sent today.
HomeworkIsHard2000: I’m your little darling.
President Huo clicked on this ID name with trembling fingers and immediately saw the user’s Weibo certification, which had their family seal on the profile, indicating it was indeed their own.
He clicked on the angel’s past Weibo content—entering with great curiosity, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, he hugged the sleeping little darling and planted a couple of kisses.
The reason An Wuyang sent this cheesy private message was actually to tease the biography his mother-in-law wrote for him.
The problem was, his husband didn’t see it that way.
The next day, An Wuyang received a very long and silent kiss from President Huo.
He replied to the private message: “Yes, you are my little darling.”
An Wuyang happily followed the other person and then racked his brains, thinking about what his first Weibo post should be.
After much thought, he wrote uncertainly:
HomeworkIsHard2000: [Picture] Hello, everyone who’s following me, I’m An Wuyang [Doglaugh/][Doglaugh/][Doglaugh/]
To the Huo family and all my buddies.
The picture shows a young boy holding a notebook in front of his eyes. On it, neatly written, are the words: “Thank you for your attention. I wish you all good luck and happiness every day [Red heart/].”
Fans who came from Mrs. Huo’s side exploded with excitement, laughing out loud!
Netizen 1: 2333333 He’s so serious, I think it’s super cute!
Netizen 2: Our sweet An has such handwriting skills, 233333 he’s truly a math whiz, hahaha…
Netizen 3: Hahaha don’t laugh, it’s actually quite neat!
An Wuyang: “…”
An Wuyang quietly took down the handwritten note and prepared to design a computer-printed one using Huo Yunchuan’s office equipment.
Huo Yunchuan watched nearby, feeling sorry for him, and said, “I’ll write it for you.” Then he hugged the little angel, took the A4 paper from his hand, and wrote three beautiful lines with a fountain pen.
At the signature, it read: Huo Yunchuan & An Wuyang.
Originally, only celebrity artists were thought to need to manage their Weibo and image. An Wuyang, foolishly, stuffed a wedge of sweet orange into his mouth and chewed it up, feeling dumbfoundedly…
Immediately, he realized that these expensive imported oranges were indeed very sweet.
His mother-in-law: “…”
Encountering such a silly son-in-law in this lifetime, besides patiently waiting for her to finish eating the orange, what else could she do?
“Ahem,” An Wuyang said, “So you want me to open a Weibo account? Okay, I played around with it when I was in junior high, but then I was afraid it would affect my studies, so I stopped.”
What’s infuriating is that even if he didn’t play Weibo, he was still a mediocre student.
After chatting with his mother-in-law, An Wuyang returned to the bedroom and sat down, trying hard to remember his junior high Weibo account.
After thinking for more than ten minutes, he finally remembered his username and password.
Then, following his mother-in-law’s instructions, he sent the account and password over.
Ding! Mrs. Zhang received her son-in-law’s WeChat message and took a look…
Username: HomeworkIsHard2000.
Password: 20000615.
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Indeed, it was his junior high account, not a lie!
But that’s not all. Mrs. Huo logged into An Wuyang’s account and saw his last Weibo post.
HomeworkIsHard2000: [Picture] Today’s test papers were handed out, and I got this score in math. [Wave goodbye] I won’t play Weibo anymore in the future.
Posted on April 18, 2013.
Scrolling down, she saw the second post: An Wuyang, wearing a blue and white junior high school uniform, sitting on the back of a classmate’s bicycle with a cheerful smile, holding up a string of well-made hot dogs.
HomeworkIsHard2000: My good buddy Xiaopang treated me to some mini sausages.
As a young teenager who hadn’t yet started growing, his small face was even more delicate than the lines of an adult, exuding a refined charm that was both masculine and feminine.
The more she looked at it, the more she felt that he had clear features, red lips, white teeth, and a hint of innocence and innocence.
Advertisement
Mrs. Huo particularly liked this photo and immediately saved a copy.
Then she spent a few minutes reading through all of An Wuyang’s sparse Weibo content.
She found that there wasn’t a single post that needed to be deleted; all of them had the unique vibe of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old.
Especially innocent, especially simple.
For example, he was especially happy when a classmate treated him to a mini sausage; his only worry was about difficult studies, teacher criticism, and so on.
Zhang Ruoqi read with relish and had no intention of deleting the child’s historic Weibo.
On the contrary, she had to keep it, it must be kept.
Not long after, this account returned to An Wuyang’s hands.
He found that everything was the same, except that a “V” was added in front of his name, and there were a few more people in his followers list.
No, upon closer inspection, An Wuyang noticed that the profile had changed!
Advertisement
Previously it was “XX No. 14 Middle School Classmate,” but now it was “Huo Family’s little darling, Yangyang from Beijing.”
An Wuyang: “…”
He suspected his mother-in-law was a devil.
Zhang Ruoqi V: [Picture] Our little Yangyang has been handsome since he was little, what do you all think? @HomeworkIsHard2000
As a popular spokesperson for a prominent family, her Weibo account originally had hundreds of thousands of fans.
Recently, her fan base has grown to nearly two million due to her recent speeches.
Some of them follow her just to see the sweet and adorable An Yangyang!
Netizen 1: “Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah! School uniform little boy!”
Netizen 2: “So cute, I’m spitting blood, how can he be this sweet?!”
Netizen 3: “HomeworkIsHard? This Weibo belongs to Sweet An yangyang? Damn, it’s obviously just an ordinary little boy’s boring Weibo, why do I find it so cute?”
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Netizen 4: Boring yet very cute +1!!
Netizen 5: I have a feeling like I’m seeing Golden Retriever’s childhood, super nostalgic, am I the only one?
The student who was caught up in this frenzy had no idea what was happening.
After logging into his account, feeling a bit sleepy, he hugged his pillow and went to his son’s room, intending to take a nap together.
Aunt Zhang saw An Wuyang coming again, and smiled as she prepared a spot for him: “Dundun is awake now, do you want to play with him?”
An Wuyang was originally very sleepy, but upon hearing this, he immediately perked up and nodded: “Yes.”
Dundun, hearing the noise, immediately stopped looking around and turned to where An Wuyang was…
His chubby little round face, adorned with big eyes that seemed to contain the entire universe.
Blinking, smiling broadly, then drooling…
“Hi.” The silly son.
Advertisement
An Wuyang picked him up, wiping the drool while trying to put the little meaty paw he was trying to stuff into his mouth back into the swaddle: “You can’t suck your fingers, no no.”
Dundun stared at him without moving, one, two, three, pouted, then started crying: “Waaa…”
An Wuyang: “???”
Doubting life!
Has this little thing also caught on to the concept of being scolded?!
“Alright, alright, Dundun, don’t cry, okay?” The young man who became a father at a young age, hugged the child and coaxed in the room: “Daddy won’t scold you, Daddy loves you.”
However, the child continued to cry, and if he kept crying, An Wuyang would want to cry too.
Huo Yunchuan was working in the study when he heard the crying next door.
He immediately put down his work and walked over.
“Crying?” Huo Yunchuan walked to An Wuyang’s side, skillfully took the little one from his arms, and began to gently pat, a gesture he was very used to.
“Yes…” An Wuyang’s face was full of frustration. “I accidentally threatened him just now, and he cried.”
Huo Yunchuan raised an eyebrow, correcting him: “He doesn’t understand your threats.”
Then he gently placed the baby down, unswaddled him, and checked his diaper.
“Ah, turns out he just peed.” An Wuyang stood up, walked to the ventilated area where the diapers were stored, and brought a new diaper back to Huo Yunchuan, looking eager to try.
Huo Yunchuan looked at him. “Are you doing it or should I?”
An Wuyang hesitated for a moment. “You do it.” He handed over the diaper.
CEO Huo took the diaper from the little sweetheart’s hand and changed it with a solemnity and seriousness that was akin to signing a contract.
Of course, it was much gentler, infused with visible love.
Huo Yunchuan lifted Dundun’s chubby little foot, bent down, and kissed the sole.
The little baby forcefully extended his foot with the silver ornament on it and directly stepped on the CEO father’s face, seeming to trend towards “kicking nose and touching face.”
An Wuyang smiled.
Great, seeing everyone dote on Dundun so much, he felt very relieved.
“Aunt Zhang, Dundun is in your care.” Huo Yunchuan said, standing up and glancing at the silly-looking young man. “You still have half an hour for your nap, class starts at three.”
An Wuyang: “???”
What? Has so much time passed just playing with his son?
He quickly found his pillow and lay down next to his son.
However, he was soon lifted up by Huo Yunchuan and taken to the next room because he was disturbing Dundun’s sleep!
“If I stay with you, you can sleep for an extra half an hour.” Huo Yunchuan’s gaze lingered on the young man’s limbs exposed outside of the silk shirt, appearing somewhat blatant.
An Wuyang, the math thief, nodded quickly and patted the spot beside him. “Then stay with me.”
President Huo suppressed his desires when he met the innocent eyes of An Wuyang: “Okay.” He couldn’t bring himself to make bold moves every time he saw An Wuyang’s innocent eyes.
However, after lying down, the angelic face obediently leaned against his shoulder.
But the hand only stayed on his chest for a moment before sliding down…
Huo Yunchuan tensed up all over: “…”
He thought the angel was a bronze, but it turned out to be a king.
So even with the extra half an hour, he couldn’t sleep well.
But An Wuyang thought to himself, sometimes you can’t sweat the small stuff; you have to turn a blind eye.
“Yunchuan, do you have Weibo?” After waking up, An Wuyang rubbed his chin with his fingertips, feeling the somewhat prickly stubble, which amused him.
President Huo, whose chin was being played with, tightened his arm around the little guy’s waist. “Yes.”
Then he told him his long-neglected Weibo nickname.
“Okay.” An Wuyang didn’t say much, he just leaned on the other’s shoulder for a while longer before getting up to continue studying.
At night, when Huo Yunchuan was about to sleep, he looked at the young man next door who was sleeping like a pig and remembered this matter.
He opened the app he hadn’t looked at for a long time, attempting to find familiar words on the page, but didn’t find any.
Finally, he casually opened a private message from a stranger, the latest of which was sent today.
HomeworkIsHard2000: I’m your little darling.
President Huo clicked on this ID name with trembling fingers and immediately saw the user’s Weibo certification, which had their family seal on the profile, indicating it was indeed their own.
He clicked on the angel’s past Weibo content—entering with great curiosity, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, he hugged the sleeping little darling and planted a couple of kisses.
The reason An Wuyang sent this cheesy private message was actually to tease the biography his mother-in-law wrote for him.
The problem was, his husband didn’t see it that way.
The next day, An Wuyang received a very long and silent kiss from President Huo.
He replied to the private message: “Yes, you are my little darling.”
An Wuyang happily followed the other person and then racked his brains, thinking about what his first Weibo post should be.
After much thought, he wrote uncertainly:
HomeworkIsHard2000: [Picture] Hello, everyone who’s following me, I’m An Wuyang [Doglaugh/][Doglaugh/][Doglaugh/]
To the Huo family and all my buddies.
The picture shows a young boy holding a notebook in front of his eyes. On it, neatly written, are the words: “Thank you for your attention. I wish you all good luck and happiness every day [Red heart/].”
Fans who came from Mrs. Huo’s side exploded with excitement, laughing out loud!
Netizen 1: 2333333 He’s so serious, I think it’s super cute!
Netizen 2: Our sweet An has such handwriting skills, 233333 he’s truly a math whiz, hahaha…
Netizen 3: Hahaha don’t laugh, it’s actually quite neat!
An Wuyang: “…”
An Wuyang quietly took down the handwritten note and prepared to design a computer-printed one using Huo Yunchuan’s office equipment.
Huo Yunchuan watched nearby, feeling sorry for him, and said, “I’ll write it for you.” Then he hugged the little angel, took the A4 paper from his hand, and wrote three beautiful lines with a fountain pen.
At the signature, it read: Huo Yunchuan & An Wuyang.
