A Billionaire CEO Brings His Child Home: The Awakening of the Stay-at-Home Dad System

Shen Xiaoting continued kicking her legs, this time with a rhythm, one kick at a time, neither too fast nor too slow.

The body moved slowly on the water's surface; although the speed was not fast, it was definitely moving forward.

With her hands still at her sides, she was able to float on her back and move forward simply by kicking her legs.

[Ding! Successfully completed independent floating forward in backstroke, gaining 142 God-level swimming experience points!]

"Dad, I swam by myself! I didn't sink!" Shen Xiaoting shouted excitedly, almost sinking again, but quickly regained her balance.

"Tingting has learned to swim backstroke too! Today she learned treading water and backstroke, and she's mastered both! You're a swimming genius!" Chen Hao clapped his hands in the water, splashing water everywhere.

Shen Xiaoting clapped her hands excitedly in the water, splashing water all over Chen Hao's face.

Chen Hao laughed, wiped his face, and tucked his hair back.

The viewers in the live stream were stunned.

"Tingting learned backstroke so quickly? It's only been less than an hour! I've been learning backstroke for a week and I still choke on water. I still don't dare to swim backstroke in deep water."

"Kids learn things quickly, but this is too fast."

It took me, an adult, three days to learn how to tread water, but Tingting learned it in ten minutes.

"It's not that Tingting is more talented, it's that the anchor taught her well."

Both treading water and backstroke require teaching children to float first, so they aren't afraid of water, before teaching them the movements.

Many coaches start by teaching swimming techniques, and after a few times when a child swallows water, they become afraid to swim.

I was terrified of choking on water when I was a child, and I'm still afraid of water to this day.

"The host's teaching method is really scientific, breaking down the steps from easy to difficult."

First, warm up on land, then adapt in the water, then break down the movements, then combine them, and finally complete them independently.

Every step was taken with great care.

"The key is that Tingting trusts her father. She is not afraid when her father is around, and when she is not afraid, she learns quickly."

This sense of trust is something no other coach can provide.

Gifts started floating on the screen—

[Swimming coach A-Jie is giving away 1 Carnival!]

[“Xiao Liu, the stay-at-home dad,” gave away a helicopter!]

[A mom who loves taking care of her child gave away a Porsche!]

"Swimming Coach A-Jie" sent another comment: "Which city are you in, streamer? I really want to learn your teaching methods, I'm willing to pay."

Chen Hao glanced at the comments, smiled, and didn't reply.

He lifted Tingting out of the water, wrapped her in a towel, and dried her hair.

Ningbo.

In an office in an office building, a sign on the wall reads "Ningbo Paper Airplane Challenge Organizing Committee," with white background and red lettering in a rather imposing font.

Wu Licheng sat behind his desk, a pile of documents spread out on it—

Registration forms, venue layout maps, competition schedules, sponsor contracts, and a stack of photos from previous competitions.

His hair was gray, he wore black-rimmed glasses, and his expression was tired yet focused. He had heavy eye bags, which suggested he hadn't been sleeping well lately.

The Ningbo Paper Airplane Challenge is the most authoritative and famous paper airplane competition in the country, and this year marks its eleventh edition.

As the head of the competition department, he has been extremely busy lately, receiving dozens of phone calls a day and verifying the qualifications of all contestants.

Hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

Yu Jingwen pushed open the door and came in, holding her phone in her hand, her face showing an undisguised excitement.

She was in her late twenties, with a ponytail, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

She was just transferred from another department this year. She is efficient and energetic, but sometimes a bit impulsive. She is always the first to rush out and do the things assigned by the leader.

"Director Wu, look at this!" She handed her phone to Wu Licheng, her voice a little loud.

"What?" Wu Licheng took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and squinted at her.

"Someone folded a paper airplane that flew 106.3 meters!" Yu Jingwen's voice trembled slightly as she said this.

Wu Licheng paused for a moment, then put on his glasses, looked at Yu Jingwen, and said with certainty:

"Impossible. The current Guinness World Record for the longest distance a paper airplane can fly is only 53.10 meters."

"You said someone flew 106.3 meters? Twice?" He thought Yu Jingwen was joking with him.

"Really! There's a video!" Yu Jingwen opened the video on her phone and handed it to Wu Licheng, her fingers trembling slightly.

"Read it first, then we'll talk."

Wu Licheng took the phone and looked down at the screen.

The video shows a rural courtyard, a young man, and a little girl who is three or four years old.

A young man holds a paper airplane and stands on a village road. The road is paved with cement, and farmland is on both sides.

He measured the distance as 100 meters, marked it on the ground, and then returned to the starting point.

He did a few warm-up exercises, swung his arms, and then took a running start and threw.

The paper airplane flew from his hand, darting forward along an almost straight trajectory, like an arrow, and flew for a very long time before landing.

Someone nearby measured the distance with a tape measure: 106.3 meters.

Wu Licheng's eyelids twitched. He brought his phone closer and looked at it again.

He watched it again, dragged the progress bar back, and watched it three times in a row.

The paper airplane's flight path was incredibly stable; it didn't tumble or deviate from its course, and it landed flat, as if someone had gently placed it on the ground.

"Who is this person?" He looked up, his voice becoming serious.

"A Douyin (TikTok) streamer named Chen Hao. This is a recording of his live stream." Yu Jingwen took her phone back and swiped a few times.

"He can also fold another kind of paper airplane that can stay airborne for a particularly long time." She flipped through the videos for a while and found another one.

"How long?"

"59.15 seconds." When Yu Jingwen said this number, even she felt it was a bit unreal.

Wu Licheng stood up abruptly from his chair, which slid backward and bumped into the wall.

"How much did you say?"

"59.15 seconds. I have a video." Yu Jingwen found a video, opened it, and handed over her phone.

In the video, Chen Hao is standing in the yard, holding a paper airplane with a complex folding technique. The paper airplane has many folds and looks like a piece of origami art.

Once the timer started, he threw it out gently, without using much force.

The paper airplane hovered in the air, one circle, two circles, three circles, very slowly but with a stable posture, like a glider searching for thermals in the air.

Thirty-one seconds have passed; the world record time has expired.

Thirty-five seconds, forty seconds, forty-five seconds, fifty seconds, fifty-five seconds, and landed at fifty-nine point one five seconds.

Wu Licheng watched the entire video standing up, his mouth slightly open, his glasses almost slipping off his nose.

He took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with a glasses cloth, put them back on, and looked at them again.

I confirmed that I had not misread the time or the flight distance.

"The paper airplane he folded flew 106.3 meters, twice as far as the world record."

His hang time was 59.15 seconds, almost twice as long as the world record. He turned to look at Yu Jingwen, his voice steady, but his speech was much faster than usual.

"We must get in touch with this person, no matter what it takes."