Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

“Oh my god, did a kindergarten kid wander in here?”

“Wow, that little boy looks so handsome and cool, who is he? Could he be Master Kingston’s grandson?”

“How could he be Master Kingston’s grandson? Don’t you know? He’s the little master of East Asia’s richest family, and his great uncle is the president of East Asia!”

“Damn, so he’s a little prince born with a golden key in his mouth. What’s he doing here at the master’s lecture? Is he using it as a lullaby?”

“You don’t know that, do you? Latest news, he’s the new apprentice Master Kingston took in half a year ago. They say he’s a genius child, very impressive.” “Is that true? Can anyone just claim to be a genius child?”

The audience was boiling with excitement. Timmy, who had initially come as an auditor, suddenly became the center of attention at the lecture.

With various questioning voices around him, Timmy remained composed. Seeing Master Kingston approaching, he obediently stood up and greeted, “Hello, Master!”

Alfredo Mitchell, who was standing next to Timmy, felt delighted by the gossip.

The pent-up dissatisfaction and frustrations in his heart seemed to be smoothed out by the chorus of skepticism.

Master Kingston had bent down in front of Timmy, but Kendrick Yacoub quickly helped him up.

“Mr. Kingston, please sit down here. I’ll hold Timmy.”

Instead, Master Kingston simply picked up Timmy and sat down on Timmy’s seat.

“Timmy, how’s it going? Can you understand?”

Alfredo’s heart, which had just been calmed down, was suddenly stirred up again.

Is this how he treats his disciple? It seemed more like he was treating him as an ancestor.

As Ricky had said, Master’s reputation, it seemed, was at risk.

Timmy and Master Kingston had no time to entertain Alfredo’s petty emotions.

Timmy was holding his iPad, pointing to a few questions he had recorded.

“Master, I don’t understand these parts!”

Master Kingston glanced over quickly, rubbed Timmy’s little head, and praised him.

“Hmm, your perspective is quite novel. Not bad, very worth discussing.”

After praising, Master Kingston patiently and meticulously helped Timmy to sort out his thoughts. Following his guidance, Timmy quickly grasped the answers.

Kendrick Yacoub already knew Timmy was smart, but he was still shocked by his ability to instantly understand and apply the knowledge, given by Master Kingston’s guidance.

Thus, it seemed that there were gaps even between geniuses.

Alfredo had initially thought Timmy was just a pampered rich kid relying on his wealthy father.

But as he listened to Timmy’s baby voice exchanging ideas and theories with his master, it didn’t seem like he was just mindlessly memorizing things as Ricky had said.

From the few minutes of conversation he had with his master, Timmy seemed genuinely knowledgeable and indeed very smart.

Master Kingston had a 10-minute break and spent five to six minutes on the audience seats explaining to his little disciple. In the end, seeing that the little disciple understood, he pinched his cheek and praised him again.

“Not bad, just follow this train of thought.”

When Master Kingston left, the camera did not follow him but continued to focus on Timmy’s attentive and serious little face.

During the subsequent hour of discussion, the camera, whenever it swept across the audience, would briefly pause on Timmy.

By the second break, the auditors who had come to the scene and the elite from all over the place already knew that this adorable little boy was Master Kingston’s genius little disciple.

During the second break, Master Kingston was surrounded by some auditors asking questions, so he didn’t come to the audience seats to find Timmy.

Alfredo took some pleasure in the situation, “Little junior brother, has our Master forgotten you?”

Timmy glanced at him and said, “Master is one of the main speakers at the lecture; his job is not to come and answer my questions.”

Alfredo chuckled, “Well, at least you have some self-awareness.”

Kendrick Yacoub couldn’t stand Alfredo’s sarcastic and snide remarks and frowned.

“Brother Mitchell, Timmy has done nothing wrong to you. Is it necessary to say such harsh words?”

Alfredo sneered, “Harsh? Don’t they know their status and how they became an indoor disciple? Is this considered harsh? If they listen carefully, others are saying even worse things!”

Timmy seldom paid attention to such idle gossip. At this moment, he was holding his iPad and pondering new questions raised during the Masters’ discussion.

He furrowed his brows, holding the iPad and asked Kendrick Yacoub.

“Uncle Kendrick, how should I understand this part?”

Kendrick thought carefully and explained it to him.

“However, this is just my personal understanding. You should ask your master later for the specifics.”

Even with Alfredo around, Timmy and Kendrick chose to ignore his presence.

At first, Alfredo had thought if Timmy asked him a question, he would mock him a few times before explaining.

And yet, Timmy completely ignored him as if he were invisible.

“Okay, I’ll ask Master later. If that doesn’t work, I’ll call my mommy.”

In Timmy’s eyes, his mommy was the most knowledgeable person in the world. “You really think your mommy would know? Don’t be naive. These questions are only being discussed by masters like our own.. Who does your mommy think she is?”