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

After observing for a long time, Lin Hui discovered it.

This class is targeting Xie Yan, including Xie Yan's homeroom teacher.

Everyone is defending the so-called "outstanding student" Yang Shuang for no reason.

He frowned, feeling a sense of injustice in his heart.

Isolated behaviors on campus are often hidden within such seemingly reasonable collective behaviors.

Children aged seven or eight may not understand that their behavior constitutes bullying, but their prejudice and indifference are enough to cause great harm to the victims.

Lin Hui couldn't imagine what kind of psychological pressure Xie Yan would have to grow up and study in such an environment for a long time. He looked at his niece with heartache and made up his mind that after the college entrance examination, he would have a good talk with his sister about his niece's education.

Xie Yan didn't notice the change in her uncle and just smiled faintly, but that smile was full of sarcasm.

She glanced at Teacher Zhou and asked, "Teacher Zhou, I'd like to ask you, can I get full marks for a plagiarized article?"

When Teacher Zhou heard this, his expression changed slightly.

She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, and then replied, "Of course not. Plagiarism is a serious form of academic misconduct. Once discovered, not only will the article be deemed invalid, but you will also be subject to appropriate penalties."

Xie Yan nodded, seeming to be quite satisfied with Teacher Zhou's answer.

She continued, "So, Professor Zhou, how do you determine whether an article is plagiarized? Is it based solely on the content and style of the article, or is there some other more rigorous method?"

Teacher Zhou didn't want to lose face in front of everyone, so he said vaguely, "I will consider many factors, including the content, structure, language style, etc."

Xie Yan smiled gently, a sharp glint in her eyes. "Then, Teacher Zhou, I'd like you to reconsider this. If the content of an article completely contradicts someone's personal experience, and the structure, plot, and characters are identical to another article, does that count?"

Teacher Zhou glanced at Yang Shuang who was standing on the left side of the podium. Yang Shuang's eyes flickered. As an adult, she had actually guessed something a long time ago.

She gritted her teeth. With so many people here today, she couldn't lose her authority as the class teacher.

"Of course it counts."

Xie Yan nodded, a barely perceptible smile on her face.

She knew that her words had attracted the attention of everyone present and made them start to re-examine the issue.

"Teacher Zhou, I completely agree with your point of view," Xie Yan continued. "Academic integrity is a principle that every student should uphold. I hope we can work together to maintain a fair and equitable learning environment, allowing every student to earn honor and respect based on their own strengths. Especially since we are still young, we should not do evil, no matter how small, and we should not refrain from doing good, no matter how small."

In the audience, parents and classmates had different reactions.

Most people nodded in agreement, and some even clapped their hands to express their agreement with Xie Yan's point of view.

"Well said!" a parent shouted, his voice full of appreciation and encouragement.

"Yes, we can't let students who cheat get full marks! Wouldn't that make my children learn to cheat too?!" Another parent echoed, his eyes full of determination and a sense of justice.

But there were still a small number of people who were skeptical. They whispered and asked Xie Yan to produce solid evidence to prove her statement.

Some of these people may have doubts about Xie Yan's accusations, while others may have some degree of skepticism towards Yang Shuang.

"Xie Yan, you have to have evidence for what you say!" a little girl shouted, with a hint of provocation and questioning in her voice.

Xie Yan smiled when she heard this and replied calmly, "Of course, I will produce evidence."

Xie Yan turned around and went under her desk, picked up the thick book "100 Full-Mark Compositions for Primary School Students", and then walked steadily to the podium.

She gently turned the pages of the book and found an article that was very similar in style to Yang Shuang's, with the content matching hers by 70% to 80%.

She glanced at Yang Shuang provocatively and began to read aloud, her voice clear and emotional, like a professional speaker.

Xie Yan stood on the podium, and the entire classroom became her stage.

Her speech was not only profound in content, but also attracted everyone's attention with an indescribable charm.

Her voice is sometimes deep and powerful, like the deep ocean, immersing you in it; sometimes high and passionate, like the breaking light of dawn, illuminating the heart. Every word and every sentence is like a carefully crafted work of art, not only conveying the message but also touching the hearts of the audience.

Xie Yan's eyes sparkled with wisdom and sincerity.

Sometimes she gazes into the distance, pursuing the starry sea of ​​literature; sometimes she gazes at the audience, having a heart-to-heart conversation with every audience member.

Her gaze can penetrate people's hearts and awaken their deep resonance.

Her gestures were natural and smooth, like a conductor, guiding the audience's emotions.

Each movement is closely connected with the content of her speech, which not only enhances the effect of expression but also makes the audience listen more attentively.

As Xie Yan read aloud, the parents in the audience gradually quieted down. They were deeply attracted by Xie Yan's words and began to listen attentively.

No one could believe that such outstanding and excellent speaking skills came from an eight-year-old girl.

Xie Yan paused, glanced at the whole audience, and continued:

"The essay I have in hand has a different theme from Yang Shuang's, but listen carefully to the sentence structure, word choice, and delicate emotional expression, as well as the heartfelt life experiences! Even a university paper check would have a 90% plagiarism rate! If that's not plagiarism, what is it?!"

Xie Yan opened Yang Shuang's composition again and read out a few similar sentences in comparison. It was obvious that although the two were similar in expression, Yang Shuang's composition lacked the sincerity and uniqueness that came from the bottom of her heart.

"Is this plagiarism? It's just that she didn't copy word for word from the book! She copied it down from memory!" Xie Yan's words were so powerful that everyone present fell into deep thought.

"Xie Yan, good girl! You did a good job!" A parent was the first to applaud, his eyes full of appreciation and admiration.

"Yes, we cannot tolerate plagiarism!" Another parent also stood up and said loudly.

Hearing this, Yang Shuang finally couldn't help but stand up, her voice trembling a little: "Teacher, uncles and aunts, I admit that I was indeed influenced by that article. But I didn't plagiarize it completely. I just borrowed some sentences and expressions in the writing process. I really didn't intend to deceive you, I just..."

The little girl with a ponytail suddenly burst into tears, which made people feel pity.

At this point, a peacemaker stepped forward to comfort them, saying, "Isn't it just borrowing from an article? Children love to imitate, and it's not a big deal! Why are you being so aggressive?"