Becoming a life winner from infancy

Xia Anyang grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, always under his mother's strict tutelage attending various cram schools for music, art, swimming, calligraphy, and other special classes, and he was always an honor student.

It wasn't until middle school that he was introduced to rock music and the electric guitar by his childhood friend, little Chun, and he believed he'd found the career he loved most in life. Therefore, despite his parents' objections, he embarked on his journey with his own rock band—

Of course, Nuo Nuo had already heard this story from her dad so many times she could have grown calluses on her ears.

The only reason to mention these things was to illustrate one point:

Xia Anyang's childhood was not that colorful.

He could only lie on the window sill of his 100-square-meter living room, watching the kids downstairs play with paper airplanes.

But Fang Guanghui was different!

This dad was clearly one of those kids who'd grown up wild and had always been the king of children, the kind of man who definitely had a fun-filled youth playing with marbles, skipping stones, climbing trees, and raiding bird nests.

As for paper airplanes, he might truly be like the emperor of airplanes!

Xia Anyang pondered for a moment. Even if he defeated You You, if his paper airplane was bested by Fang Guanghui, wouldn't that scene turn into—

"Dad and You You are so weak."

"Only Uncle Fang is the real powerhouse."

"I want to grow up to be a great adult like Uncle Fang."

The mere thought of his daughter rushing into Fang Guanghui's arms and the picture of them having a great time made Xia Anyang's eyes practically shoot flames!

He'd rather have her hugging You You!

At least then he could dismiss it because he is a child and not hold it against him!

...

Meanwhile, Fang You was also quite puzzled.

Strange, huh?

Right now, Xia Nuo was holding his arm and speaking with him in such a personal way that any dad who saw his daughter getting so cozy with another boy would feel both physically and mentally uncomfortable.

Fang You could tell that Xia Anyang was indeed very agitated right now.

But, he hadn't received any knowledge energy from Xia Anyang!

So, who was he upset with?

It couldn't be my dad, could it?

Fang You was starting to have trouble understanding Xia Anyang's train of thought.

"Hey, old Xia... what's wrong with you? You don't look well... If you're not feeling up to it, we can skip it. I'll take care of the kids for you, hahaha—haha..."

Fang Guanghui, catching sight of Xia Anyang's deadly serious face, immediately stopped joking and began to mutter internally.

This petty man, he's not still holding a grudge because his daughter got caught in the rain, is he?

After some serious thought, Xia Anyang still decided to accept the challenge.

He hadn't played with other kids, but that didn't mean Xia Anyang was just a pretty face.

His secretly homemade paper airplanes could fly quite far, although he mainly played solo, unsure of how his opponents stacked up.

No matter how uneasy he felt inside, now he had no choice but to go through with it!

The group set off for the sports park across the street, called out Luo Xianyu for a get-together, and arrived at the sports park together.

At the park square, Fang Guanghui couldn't wait to bring out his hastily prepared paper airplane.

It looked like an ordinary paper airplane, with only the edges and the head slightly flattened, making it just a bit different.

"This looks pretty standard, Dad."

"Huh? You dare call it standard? You get a pass to say such an ignorant thing just this once because you're my son," Fang Guanghui boastfully shouted, "This paper airplane I've prepared is one of the legendary world's four greatest paper airplanes, the Avenger.

It strikes a perfect balance between complex aerodynamics and simple design, with a maximum flight distance of over 30 meters and a hang time of up to 20 seconds. It was designed by the engineers at Qingniao University, a flawless paper airplane! I, your dad, once participated in a paper airplane contest in elementary school—"

Fang You patted Fang Guanghui's back to interrupt his speech, "Alright, no need to brag so much, let's just see how far it can actually fly."

"No problem, just watch Uncle Fang show you how it's done!"

"Uncle Fang, go for it!"

"Grandpa, you can do it!"

Watching Fang Guanghui's composed demeanor and professional commentary, Xia Anyang suddenly felt an intimidating aura from this man.

His relaxed and confident manner was just like that of a heavenly being from Ancient Dunhuang in charge of those who fly.

Though his paper airplane was crumpled and the angles were mismatched, lacking symmetry and looking poorly made, that air of supremacy couldn't be faked without real substance.

One look at his son's attitude and it was clear.

Could it be... I've picked the wrong race!

After all, is it not through music that a dad should showcase his talents...

Maybe this time the parent-child interaction should just be for fun, and afterward, I'll treat the kids to a big meal, flaunting my financial power, as Fang Guanghui is surely no match for me...

Just when Xia Anyang was indecisive, Fang Guanghui had already taken a breath of nitrogen to his paper airplane and flung it with all his might:

"Go, Avenger!"

The Avenger wobbled out of Fang Guanghui's hand, then took a nosedive after propelling through the air, plummeting to the ground after about five meters and skidding across the stone pavement before finally slipping into the pond that hadn't dried up from the earlier rain.