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

On the fifth attempt, it flew 104.1 meters.

Tingting wrote "104.1" in her notebook and drew a horizontal line underneath it.

On the eighth attempt, it flew 104.8 meters.

Tingting wrote "104.8" in her notebook and drew a small circle next to the number.

The twelfth time, it flew 105.5 meters.

Tingting wrote "105.5" in her notebook, drew two horizontal lines under the number, and held it up to show Chen Hao.

"Dad, I flew a maximum distance of 105.5 meters!"

Chen Hao squatted down and looked at the numbers in the notebook.

"Tingting has improved. She went more than 3 meters further than this morning."

When the viewers in the live stream saw Tingting's notebook, the chat section was filled with surprise.

"Tingting even kept a record! She wrote down how far each flight went!"

"This is an experiment, not just random bending; it's an improvement supported by data."

"The anchor taught well, and Tingting learned well. This father and daughter are amazing."

"105.5 meters, twice as far as the world record. This is a paper airplane folded by a four-year-old child."

Gifts started floating across the screen, one after another, with special effects filling the entire screen.

[Paper Airplane Player Xiaotian has given away 1 Carnival!]

[Two helicopters were given away in the "Take Your Kids on a Trip" giveaway!]

[A Porsche was given away during the "Family Time" event!]

[The "Parenting Guru" has given away one Douyin account!]

Tingting folded five more of the same style that flies for a long time.

She folded one first, very carefully, scraping off each crease several times, and adjusting the dihedral of the wing several times before handing it to Chen Hao when she felt it was almost done.

Chen Hao threw the stopwatch that Wu Licheng had left behind, which was placed on the stone table. Chen Hao then pressed the start button.

The paper airplane hovered in the air above the yard, circling slowly and steadily, like a leaf drifting in the wind.

Tingting looked up at the paper airplane, her little mouth opening and closing as she counted the number of circles.

One lap, two laps, three laps, four laps, five laps, six laps, seven laps.

The paper airplane descended slowly, and Chen Hao stopped the stopwatch when it landed.

58.23 seconds.

Tingting wrote it down in her notebook, then folded the second one.

This time, she increased the dihedral angle of the wing a little, folded it, then disassembled it and folded it again, adjusting it several times until she was satisfied before handing it to Chen Hao.

Throw it, hover it. This time, the paper airplane hovered around a larger radius than before, flew in a larger circle, and lasted for a longer time.

Tingting tilted her head back and counted, her neck aching but she didn't look down, her eyes fixed on the paper airplane.

58.9 seconds.

The third one, 59.3 seconds.

The fourth one, 59.7 seconds.

Fifth, Tingting folded it very slowly, checking each step repeatedly and scraping each crease five or six times. When she got to the wing, she held the paper airplane and gestured for a while before folding the wing down.

After folding it, I checked it twice more. When I felt it was okay, I disassembled the machine head, readjusted the counterweight, and folded it again.

She held the paper airplane in her hand, weighed it in her hand, examined it against the light, and finally handed it to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao used more force when he threw it than before, and the paper airplane flew very fast.

But after reaching the highest point, it suddenly slowed down, as if it were being supported by something, and floated slowly in mid-air.

It floated around and around and around, each circle a little bigger than the last, but its speed never decreased, slowly turning in the sky.

Tingting tilted her head back and counted. When she got to thirty, her mouth couldn't keep up a little, but she kept counting.

Forty, forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty.

When she counted to sixty, the paper airplane was still in the sky. She counted to nine again before the paper airplane slowly fell down.

Chen Hao stopped the stopwatch and looked at the number on it—60.09 seconds.

The paper airplane hovered in the yard for a full minute before slowly falling to the ground. It landed very lightly, almost without making a sound.

Tingting looked up at the paper airplane, her neck aching terribly, and tears welling up in her eyes, but she never looked down. Her eyes remained fixed on the paper airplane, and she counted the numbers up to sixty, then counted nine more times before stopping.

The moment the paper airplane landed, she jumped up from the stool, almost tipping it over, but she didn't care. She ran over, picked up the paper airplane, ran back to her father, and snatched the stopwatch to check it.

"Dad, 60.09 seconds! One minute has passed!" Tingting's voice was sharp and bright, echoing in the yard.

Chen Hao took the stopwatch and looked at it: 60.09.

He squatted down and picked up his daughter. Her small body floated lightly in his arms, as light as a paper airplane.

"Tingting is amazing. She flew three seconds longer than she did this morning."

Tingting hugged her father's neck, her little face full of smiles, her eyes shining brightly as if they were filled with stars.

"Dad, will I be able to fly farther and longer during the competition?"

"Yes. Tingting, with more practice, she'll be able to perform well during the competition."

The chat room exploded with comments. The comments were so fast that they were impossible to read, filled with exclamation marks and interjections. As soon as a comment appeared, it was pushed to the top, and there was no time to read it.

"Sixty-nine seconds! One minute! Tingting's paper airplane flew for one minute!"

"With this score, the championship is practically guaranteed."

"It's not about winning the championship, it's about whether we can break the world record."

The world record of 59.15 seconds was broken today by a four-year-old child.

"Tingting's time is one second faster than her father's previous record."

"The key is that Tingting is still improving, and she might be able to fly under 65 seconds in a competition."

"I can't believe my eyes, did a four-year-old really fold this?"

"You can tell from Tingting's hand gestures when she folds paper airplanes that this child is exceptionally talented."

"The host is such a great teacher, how does she teach? I want my child to learn too."

The screen was flooded with gifts: a carnival, Douyin No. 1, a helicopter, a Porsche, one after another, with special effects filling the screen, making it impossible to read the comments.

The gift-giving prompts scrolled up row by row for several minutes.

Tingting slid down from her father's arms, ran to the stone table, opened her notebook, and looked at the numbers she had written down.

The furthest distance is 105.5 meters, and the longest time in the air is 60.09 seconds.

She stared at the two numbers for a long time, then drew circles under them with a pencil, drawing very hard, so that a piece of the pencil lead broke off and bounced off to the ground.

She picked up the broken pencil lead and threw it in the trash can. She then picked up a new one and traced over "105.5" and "60.09" again, making the traces thick so they could be seen from a distance.

Then she closed the notebook, ran into the house with it, placed it neatly on the desk, and weighed it down with a pencil case to prevent the wind from blowing it away.

Then she ran out again, stood in front of the stone table, pulled out a new sheet from a stack of A4 papers, spread it out, lowered her head, and continued folding.