Chapter 2 — Translating the Book into the Mother of the Three Villains

At that moment, from the kitchen, Co Thua Binh ran out holding a bunch of red orange fire, as if offering a treasure and brought it in front of me:

“Mom, look at this, the fire is small, isn't it beautiful!”

That fire danced in its small palm, but it didn't hurt it at all. The pupils of Thuong Ung and Huyen Vu immediately contracted. Right after that, the bedroom door opened, Co An An holding that glowing mushroom waddled out, her voice clear and innocent:

“Mom, Mushroom Mushroom is hungry, wants to drink milk~”

The mushroom in her hand emitted a strange but brilliant aura, no matter how it looked, it didn't look like a creature that belonged to Earth. The two experts looked from Co Thua Binh playing with fire to Co An An holding a strange creature, their expressions turned from serious to surprised. Finally, their gaze stopped at the child who started it all - Co Thua An, the child who caused the chandelier to go out. Co Thua An leaned against the wall and waved his hand lightly.

“Pop!”

The chandelier was turned off - immediately turned back on. The living room was illuminated again, also completely exposing the extraordinary abilities of the three children. Thuong Ung and Huyen Vu looked at each other, their eyes could not hide their surprise and shock.

“Report to headquarters! Report to headquarters!”

Thuong Ung spoke through the radio in his collar, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Found three individuals... no, suspected to be three super-S level pseudo-prototypes! Repeat - super S level! Recommended to immediately activate the highest level protection and guidance mode!"

I looked at them as if I had caught a treasure, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. That's great, as long as the country is willing to accept the goods. 3. The expert group was quickly upgraded to an entire group of experts. Our small house of less than a hundred square meters was filled with all kinds of famous people for the first time in history. There are physicists, biologists, energy experts, and even a psychological evaluator in a white coat. They seemed to be visiting rare creatures, cautiously but carefully observing my three children. Co Thua An was invited to the balcony by an academician of the Central Academy of Sciences. The two of them pointed at a circuit board. The academician's expression was initially attentive, gradually changed to surprise, and finally admiration.

"Genius! An absolute genius! The ability to comprehend the electromagnetic spectrum is as if it were born! This is... a humanoid Tesla coil!"

Close Thua Binh was led into the kitchen by a senior expert from the Fire Prevention Department. Experts use specialized equipment to create a controllable cluster of fire. Co Thua Binh just needs to wave his hand, the fire obediently flies into the palm of his hand, then turns into the shape of a dog or cat according to its will.

“Unbelievable! Perfect level of energy harmony! The boy is a natural fire controller!”

What also makes biologists the most crazy is Co An An and her glowing mushroom. Through preliminary examination, the mushroom was a completely new species of mushroom, containing enormous biological energy. As for the "suspicious liquid" that An An fed her, it was a highly effective catalyst that she prepared herself from her own juice and saliva.

“This child… relied solely on intuition to accomplish a breakthrough in interspecies gene induction – something that would have taken a top laboratory three years of research to achieve. can do it! That mushroom… even actively resonated with little An An!”

I - an unremarkable woman through books - sat on the sofa, listening to each successive exclamation that broke my worldview from the mouths of leading scientists, without a wave in my heart, even feeling amused. What future villain? Obviously, the country's three future seeds do! It's just... the educational method is a bit skewed. Finally, a gray-haired old man – who looked like the person in charge – stepped in front of me. He held my hand tightly, so excited that he wanted to give me the Nobel Prize for Mothers.

“Miss Lam Van! I represent the country, I represent the people, thank you!”

I was both surprised and polite: "Oh no no no, don't be polite, that's the right thing to do, just serve the people." The old man said solemnly: "You may not realize how meaningful this phone call of yours is to our country, even to the future of all mankind!" These three children are treasures! It is an invaluable resource capable of changing the world!" I nodded repeatedly: “I understand, I understand, so… does the country have food allowance? Are you worried about accommodation? Is there a work assignment?” The old man paused for a moment, then burst into laughter:

“Lo! Everyone is worried! We will not only take care of them, but will also provide them with the best education, the best resources, and the best development environment in the world!”