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Her mother's reminder made Zhizhi's eyes light up, and she immediately leaned close to the teacher's ear and whispered a few words.

Amidst the confusion of the children and their parents, Zhizhi found her own backpack.

"I didn't expect you to bring a gift?"

"I have to say, this kid has pretty high emotional intelligence."

What kind of gift could it be?

Amid everyone's anticipation, Yang Zhiyao pulled out a heavy, white, semi-transparent plastic box.

Through the box, you can vaguely see stacked photo albums.

Is that a picture frame?

"It looks like a picture book..."

Just as everyone was discussing in surprise, Yang Zhiyao took out a red standing photo frame.

But instead of photos, it contained semi-three-dimensional cartoon character figurines.

It may look like a figurine, but it is actually made of colored clay and water.

The figures in the picture frame are the most popular anime stars of the moment.

The characters are depicted with exquisite detail and lifelike realism, comparable to those of craft bloggers on video websites.

Yang Zhiyao faced the crowd and began to introduce the topic vividly:

"This is a clay decorative painting I made to decorate my desk."

"The characters in the drawing are all the most popular anime characters right now. I hope you older brothers and sisters like them."

"But Zhizhi's energy is limited, and she has only made seven so far. But I will continue to make more later."

Zhizhi's artwork left the parents speechless.

Their discussion of "sculpting clay, painting, and singing" seemed to differ from what Yang Zhiyao described.

Is this really the work of a 6-year-old child?

This tower is practically a dimensional reduction attack!

With malicious intent, Yang Xue began to silently observe the reactions of those parents.

The mother who had just been boasting about her baby blushed slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Compared to what this girl makes, the things my own child makes are worlds apart.

Simply put, your own doll is the buyer's photo, while the doll across from you is the seller's photo.

The balding father stared in astonishment, muttering to himself:

"Did this really happen to be made by this child...?"

"How can it be..."

"Even professionals couldn't do something this meticulous; there must have been help!"

Then look at that person who boasts about their child's "jewelry".

At this moment, she clearly no longer had the arrogant demeanor she had shown before.

"Glamoured and precious" shifted back and forth in his seat, seemingly feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at her expression, her cheeks weren't so red, but her ears and neck were.

The woman was more annoyed than shocked.

No wonder, she boasted for so long, only to be outdone by her in the next second.

The classroom was a bit noisy at the moment.

The children in the front row were amazed, and many of them stood up from their seats, shouting excitedly.

They looked at Yang Zhiyao with eyes full of admiration, wishing they could receive their desired gift the very next second.

Seeing this, Teacher Zhang quickly waved to maintain discipline.

Suddenly, a male parent stood up, smiled, and said:

"Little friend, did your mother make this?"

"Should I bring it to the kindergarten and give it to everyone after I'm done?"

Yang Zhiyao was taken aback by these words, then replied very seriously:

"Uncle, I made this all by myself."

"It's just that it's a bit slow."

The male parent did not believe Yang Zhiyao's answer and immediately said:

"Little friend, lying is wrong."

"If you want to make more friends, you must be honest and trustworthy."

With this parent taking the lead, other parents also began to agree with this view.

"Hmm...this child is definitely lying."

"I knew it. It's impossible for someone her age to have so many thoughts. It's too fake."

"Hmph, really, guiding a child to lie? Is their vanity that strong?"

Many people turned their attention to Yang Xue and made sarcastic remarks about her.

Upon hearing this, Zhizhi became visibly anxious and loudly defended herself:

“I didn’t lie, this is what I did.”

“My mom didn’t participate at all; I did it all by myself.”

While saying this, Zhizhi looked at her mother with a wronged expression, hoping that she could stand up and prove herself.

"Dear parents, please be mindful of your wording."

"Whether what the child says is true or false, we should not question or doubt them in this way."

"That would disrupt a positive educational atmosphere and hurt the child's feelings."

Teacher Zhang earnestly adjusted the atmosphere, because this was a place for education.

The discussion in the classroom stopped abruptly, but the parents' eyes were filled with disdain when they looked at Yang Xue.

But Yang Xue remained unusually calm in the face of the doubts and ridicule from a group of parents.

It would be easy to prove that Zhizhi didn't lie; she has plenty of evidence to offer.

But last night's conversation gave her a wake-up call, leading to a new shift in Yang Xue's educational philosophy.

"Zhizhi has a strong ability and is more mature and intelligent than his peers."

"But she also has a fatal flaw: she lacks self-confidence and is too dependent on me."

"If I'm gone one day, what will happen to her...?"

"If she takes over the toy store, will she be able to run it independently?"

Thinking about her daughter's disability, Yang Xue felt that this was the perfect time to test her.

She wanted to see if her daughter could handle the current troubles through her own thinking.

Yang Xue stood up, smiled at her daughter, and gently comforted her:

"Baby, don't panic."

"Since your uncles and aunts have misunderstood you, then provide evidence to prove it."

"Think carefully about what you can do now, based on what Mom taught you before."

Upon hearing this, all eyes turned to Yang Xue.

Many people felt that this woman was somewhat pretentious, not speaking up for her own child, but instead encouraging her to think independently.

What kind of thoughts can a six-year-old child have?

Perhaps he's been reading too many parenting guides from some expert and has started acting like a big shot.

Therefore, some parents who were just watching the drama sneered, wanting to see the mother and daughter make a fool of themselves.

But when Yang Zhiyao saw her mother's gentle and trusting eyes, her chaotic heart immediately calmed down.

She rolled her dark, bright eyes and thought to herself:

"My mom told me not to panic when something happens, to take a deep breath and stay calm."

"Based on the problem itself, proceed with the derivation step by step..."

"What I need now is proof that I made the clay."

Yang Zhiyao took a deep breath and began to recall her past experiences making clay figurines.

She quickly gathered evidence from many different angles.

"1: I have a target for comparison..."

"2: I can also describe the making of my tools."

"3: I can also ask the teacher for clay and make things on the spot."

"But these methods are all too slow and too troublesome to handle..."

Although Yang Zhiyao is intelligent and patient, she dislikes more complicated procedures.

"Is there any evidence, or a quicker and better way, to prove that I made the clay?"

Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck Yang Zhiyao's mind.

"By the way, I have my own live streams and WeChat official account."

"During those days, I made clay in front of thousands of uncles and aunts!"

Thinking of this, Yang Zhiyao said to Teacher Zhang beside her:

"Teacher Zhang, could you please lend me your phone for a moment?"