90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

Xie Yan didn't say much, but just looked at Teacher Zhou silently. A little person actually put pressure on an adult.

The scene in the classroom was very awkward for a moment, and fell into a dead silence. Everyone present fell silent, and no one spoke.

Xie Yan suddenly burst into laughter, then clapped her hands and walked back and forth on the podium.

"Well, Teacher Zhou, I think what you say makes sense, but..." Xie Yan suddenly turned around, looked directly at Teacher Zhou, and said coldly, "Can you show us what you define as the best essay? Let me learn how to get a high score?"

Teacher Zhou thought Xie Yan was going to say something earth-shattering and heart-wrenching, but she just said something bland.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her face was replaced with an expression of arrogance and contempt.

"Of course. A good essay should definitely be shared with everyone. You go down first. When we get to the essay section, I'll have the student who scored full marks come up and give a presentation on her essay."

After that, Teacher Zhou began to explain the Chinese test paper.

Xie Yan sat obediently in her seat and waited patiently.

Soon, we entered the stage of explaining the composition.

Teacher Zhou looked around the classroom, as if looking for the "lucky one" who had written a perfect essay.

Her gaze finally fell on Yang Shuang.

Xie Yan was not surprised at all. She always heard teachers from various subjects praising Yang Shuang for her good grades. She had become numb to it.

"Yang Shuang, your composition received full marks this time. Excellent! Please come up and share your work with everyone."

There was some encouragement and expectation in Teacher Zhou's tone.

When Yang Shuang heard this, a hint of surprise and embarrassment flashed across her face, followed by incredible joy.

Only she herself knew that the composition she wrote was actually plagiarized from an excerpt from the book "National Excellent" compositions.

Yang Shuang stood up slowly, holding the composition paper that was decorated with red handwriting and was particularly eye-catching in her hand, and walked up to the podium step by step.

The eyes of the whole class were focused on her, including Xie Yan, whose eyes held both curiosity and a subtle hint of provocation.

Yang Shuang glanced at Xie Yan arrogantly, she cleared her throat and began to read her composition aloud.

It was an article about family and growth, and the words revealed sincere emotions and deep insights into life.

As she spoke, a warm and touching atmosphere filled the classroom. Many parents and students were fascinated by her story, and some even had tears in their eyes.

Xie Yan listened quietly, but her face was full of sarcasm.

Yang Shuang's writing is very beautiful, which is not something an eight-year-old child can possess. Many parents present were deeply moved by Yang Shuang's writing.

The chubby girl looked at Xie Yan's face, and her eyes were obviously worried about Xie Yan. She glanced at Xie Yan, wondering why she had been so tough recently.

As Yang Shuang's last word gently uttered from her lips, she glanced confidently at the parents in the audience. Their faces were filled with encouraging smiles, and they had already anticipated the upcoming cheers.

The parents were fascinated by what they heard, some even had tears in their eyes, and were deeply moved by the emotions in Yang Shuang's words.

They all whispered to each other and praised Yang Shuang's talent.

"This child is really talented. His writing is so touching." A parent whispered to his companions next to him.

"Yes, look at how profound her understanding of life is. She will definitely be a great writer in the future." Another parent echoed.

The chubby girl looked at Xie Yan's face, her eyes full of worry.

She gently touched Xie Yan's arm and whispered, "Xie Yan, don't worry too much. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. If you didn't do well in the exam this time, we can just take it again next time."

Xie Yan shook her head gently, indicating that she was fine.

When Yang Shuang finished reading, thunderous applause broke out in the classroom.

The parents stood up one after another and looked at Yang Shuang with admiration.

They know that such talents and abilities need to be encouraged and nurtured.

"Yang Shuang, you write so well!" a parent shouted.

"Yes, child, you will definitely become the pride of the school in the future!" another parent echoed.

Yang Shuang became more and more arrogant in the face of everyone's praise. She raised her head proudly and looked down at Xie Yan as if she were a fool, with the mockery in her eyes too obvious.

Teacher Zhou stepped forward at the right moment, her face full of smiles, her eyes sparkling with infinite admiration and satisfaction for Yang Shuang.

She clapped her hands, signaling for silence, and then, almost as if declaring victory, she spoke loudly, "Dear parents and classmates, did you see that? This is true talent! Yang Shuang not only writes well, but more importantly, she has a sensitive and delicate heart that can capture the most sincere emotions in life."

Having said that, Teacher Zhou deliberately paused, his eyes sweeping over Xie Yan intentionally or unintentionally, with a hint of barely perceptible contempt.

"In contrast, some students are nothing. Their writing is nonsense, devoid of any insight into life, yet they flaunt it in a high-profile manner. Writing is not just about piling up words; it's also about conveying emotions and thoughts. In this regard, Yang Shuang has undoubtedly set a great example for us."

Yang Shuang became even more proud with Teacher Zhou's praise, and she almost laughed out loud.

She glanced at Xie Yan with a haughty look. "Thank you, Teacher Zhou, for the compliment. It's nothing. This is the difference between talent and hard work. What's more, some people not only lack talent, but they also refuse to work hard!"

Xie Yan's expression became unusually good-looking, and she raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

She never thought that Teacher Zhou would be so blunt in putting her down in front of everyone in order to highlight Yang Shuang's excellence.

Seeing this, the chubby girl hurriedly nudged Xie Yan with her elbow, trying to comfort her.

But Xie Yan just shook her head, indicating that she was fine, but there was an inexplicable light in her eyes.

Yang Shuang did write very well, because it was plagiarized, and coincidentally, she also has this book.

What's even more coincidental is that the book was right inside her desk.

The reason why this article was published in a book is that it is written fluently, has sincere emotions and is fascinating.

However, the original text describes the sincere love between a young girl and her single mother who picks up garbage and cleans the place. No matter how much Yang Shuang disassembles it, she cannot connect the mother-daughter relationship to the national cause.

The educational levels of the parents present varied greatly, and no one read the questions carefully.

There is no problem just listening to Yang Shuang reading this article.

But what if we add her identity background?

Will the factory director's daughter follow her mother to pick up garbage and sell it for a living?

It's full of loopholes.

Teacher Zhou didn't seem to notice Xie Yan's anomaly. She continued passionately, "Students and parents, I hope you can learn something from Yang Shuang's essay. That is, true talent will never be buried. As long as you write with your heart and feel with your heart, your work will surely move people."

Teacher Zhou's words were not recognized by everyone.

Some parents with higher cultural levels began to discuss privately. They felt that Teacher Zhou's approach was a bit excessive. After all, every child has his or her own strengths and weaknesses and should not be compared and judged so directly.