After Transmigrating into a Professional Bootlicker, I Messed Up - Chapter 78.1

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After Lin Luo’s fever, Ji Chi’an and Ji Chuling’s ongoing “father-son war” settled into a brief truce.

Lin Luo saw this as the perfect chance to improve their father-son bond, so she used her authority in the family to push both men out of the house to “go make some money”—by signing them up for the reality show Where Are We Going, Dad?

At first, Ji Chuling flat-out refused, but the temptation of being on TV and the chance to protect his little friend Lin Tuan Tuan won him over. After all, Lin Tuan Tuan was only three years old, and she was already off to earn a living with her dad—she’d need his protection. Lin Tuan Tuan’s dad, Lin Yuan, was less than pleased.

To him, every Ji man was bad news, the older one had already taken his sister, and now the younger one seemed set on taking his daughter. The cabbage hadn’t even had time to grow, and the pig was already eyeing it.

Meanwhile, Ji Chi’an was even less willing. His CEO image and reserved personality didn’t fit the “celebrity dad” vibe. As for parenting, he was more into guiding and providing material comforts, not the hands-on stuff. He’d much rather be relaxing on a beach with Lin Luo than roughing it out on a show.

But in the end, Ji Chi’an gave in. The family rule was to put Lin Luo’s wishes above all else. So when Lin Luo sighed, stomped her foot, and gave him her best pout, Ji Chi’an had no choice. After all, the prospect of sleeping in a separate bed was something he couldn’t accept.

So, on a sunny afternoon, Lin Luo bundled Ji Chi’an and Ji Chuling out of the house. They reunited with Lin Yuan and Lin Tuan Tuan in a remote mountain village.

Ji Chi’an had never been to such a rural place before. There was no gas, no 4G network, no convenience stores—only fields and dusty roads.

Lin Yuan, however, was unfazed; years of working on serious film projects had hardened him to such hardships. As for Ji Chuling, he was too young to know any better. Everything seemed new and exciting. Lin Tuan Tuan was as sweet as ever, perched on her father’s arm and smiling at everyone with squinty-eyed charm.

Ji Chi’an, however, looked like he’d been handed a bag of dirt. He carried his suitcase, forcing his expression from disgust to a detached, aloof look as he listened to the crew’s explanations with a sense of disinterest.

The only thing that piqued his interest was choosing a place to stay. The village’s so-called “mansion” was the only place with an attached bathroom, and as a perfectionist Virgo, Ji Chi’an was determined to secure it.

Apparently, the rooms would be chosen based on a guessing game challenge.

Ji Chi’an smirked. Finally, his long-dormant mind-reading ability would come in handy.

The game was “You Draw, I Guess.” The children would look at pictures, act them out, and their dads would guess what they were. The team with the highest score would choose their room first.

The kids were mostly three to six years old, full of energy but with limited acting skills. For most teams, scoring even two or three points was a win.

The youngest in the group, Lin Tuan Tuan, could barely manage any gestures; no matter what she tried to act out, she just looked like a chubby bun, earning them last place. Lin Yuan, though, didn’t care one bit—he thought his little girl was a genius.

Ji Chi’an, unable to comprehend such “child worship,” narrowed his eyes in disdain and told Ji Chuling to take his place.

Ji Chuling, while clever, had an overactive imagination and came up with ideas his dad couldn’t comprehend. So, Ji Chi’an shamelessly switched off his earpiece to activate his mind-reading advantage.

Ji Chuling held up his hands in a circle.

“Soccer ball.”

The crew applauded.

Ji Chuling made another round shape with his hands.

“Peppa Pig.”

The crew hesitated but then clapped.

Ji Chuling made yet another circle with his hands.

“Captain America.”

The crew: …how?

Ji Chuling continued making a circle with dedication.

“Shaolin Temple.”

The crew: …seriously?

Thanks to his “mind-reading,” Ji Chi’an won the challenge by a landslide.

When asked by the producers how he did it, Ji Chi’an responded calmly, “Father-son intuition.”

“What about the soccer ball?”

“A circle, obviously a soccer ball.”

“And Peppa Pig?”

“A circle, clearly Peppa Pig.”

“And Captain America?”

“A circle, obviously Captain America’s shield.”

“And Shaolin Temple?”

“A circle—clearly the monk’s head.”

The producers: …

Everyone else: …

🌟 Kliraz’s Tidbit: When Dad Logic and Kid Shenanigans Collide 🌟

Reality shows like Where Are We Going, Dad? tap into China’s love for family-focused content, which promotes values of closeness. Here, Ji Chi’an’s reluctant yet devoted attitude gives us a fresh twist on the typical “celebrity dad” image. (─‿‿─)

In Chinese culture, circles often symbolize unity and harmony, but here Ji Chi’an’s interpretations add a hilarious spin to this idea—proving that with a creative dad, a simple circle can mean almost anything!

Ji Chi’an’s father-son “intuition” is a playful example of confirmation bias. He took every round gesture as confirmation of his own guesses. It’s a classic trick of using one’s own assumptions to “guess” answers, turning dad into a mind reader!

Virgo traits, often associated with perfectionism, are strong with Ji Chi’an. His obsession with securing the best room with a private bathroom is totally on-brand, and his humorless CEO attitude just makes it funnier!

What’s the funniest “dad logic” you’ve ever encountered? Or have you had your own moment of “intuition” with someone? Let’s see below! (＾◡＾)