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At Tongguang Kindergarten, Yang Zhiyao borrowed Teacher Zhang's phone and found her personal video account on a video website.

As the darling of Xiaolong Media, her video clips are highly sought after.

As a result, more than 20 videos were uploaded in just a few days.

In the video, Yang Zhiyao skillfully operates and makes flexible use of various tools.

She did the details of a body part quickly and well.

Not only that, she can also naturally find time to look at her phone and interact with her fans from time to time.

Although Yang Zhiyao couldn't understand the comments, her aunts could help her.

Don't rush when making modeling clay; first, determine your goal...

Pay close attention to the characteristics and details of the target.

Many uncles and aunts have asked me why I can do so well. Actually, it's just like the idiom my mom told me.

Practice makes perfect...

All the parents were dumbfounded.

This is not only due to her superb skills, but also to Yang Zhiyao's outstanding language talent.

Is this the vocabulary a 6-year-old has mastered...?

It's all about practice... She even knows the story of the oil seller!?

Faced with irrefutable evidence, they had no more doubts, only deep shock and intense envy.

My own child is still bedwetting at 6 years old, while this little girl in front of me is already starting her career...?

"I can't believe it, am I seeing a child prodigy?"

"I never knew clay could be used like this! Wow, it looks exactly like a figurine! I'm starting to get interested in this art form."

"Let's not even talk about anything else, this kid has a bright future just by making clay!"

The parents whispered amongst themselves, and those who questioned Yang Zhiyao looked ashamed and dared not look anyone in the eye.

Yang Xue wanted this kind of reaction. She was used to seeing this kind of person, so she just needed to show off her skills and slap them in the face.

Yang Zhiyao's performance put her at ease, and Yang Xue nodded in satisfaction.

"My baby is so great!"

"I'm relieved that she's starting to think independently."

"Don't underestimate her because of her young age. With a little guidance, she will definitely become a young Fu Qingyang."

In the center of the classroom, Yang Zhiyao continued to smile and speak:

"This is my personal WeChat public account, 【Zhizhi Clay】, where I share most of my doll-making process."

"I hope all the uncles and aunts will pay attention to this and give it a free like, or a three-in-one combo."

Yang Zhiyao is very cunning; she even knows to use this opportunity to promote herself and attract fans and sponsors.

At just 6 years old, she's already a mature live streamer, knowing how to proactively ask for tips.

Many parents took out their phones to search, open videos, or follow the content.

Even the homeroom teacher, Zhang Yan, showed great interest by following the account and giving it a like, comment, and share.

In the crowd, a more astute mother seized the opportunity to speak:

"Honey, I'll like, comment, and subscribe to every video you post. Can I have a gift from you given priority?"

The man had a southern accent, and his voice was delicate and soft.

Seeing that there were supporters, Yang Zhiyao immediately flashed her bright white teeth and happily interacted with them:

"Of course! Thank you for your support, Auntie."

"I wonder which one your aunt's child likes?"

The mother's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

She stood up, pointed to the clay decorative painting in Yang Zhiyao's hand, and said with longing eyes:

"That one you have is fine, I think it's great!"

Yang Zhiyao stepped forward and obediently offered it with both hands, which drew praise from her repeatedly.

"Oh, thank you so much, my darling!"

"You're such a good girl!"

Then, the woman from the south pointed to the little girl with pigtails at the very edge and introduced her:

"Sweetie, Auntie's daughter is named Qian Xiaoyu, she's six and a half years old, and I hope you two can become good friends!"

Yang Zhiyao looked in the direction she pointed.

The little girl with pigtails stood up happily, waved to Zhizhi, and her bright eyes were full of joy.

Yang Zhiyao said happily:

"Sister Xiaoyu, from today onwards we are good friends."

The increasingly harmonious atmosphere made Teacher Zhang look happy, and she led the applause.

After receiving the clay decorative painting, Qian Xiaoyu's mother played with it with great delight and gave Yang Xue a thumbs up repeatedly.

"Wow! Beautiful lady, you've really raised a treasure of a girl!"

"Wow, the workmanship and the details are so beautiful!"

Yang Xue smiled and nodded, without saying anything.

Other parents, seeing this, became a little anxious.

The Sunflower Class has more than 30 dolls, but Yang Zhiyao only brought 7 decorative paintings, which is clearly insufficient to meet the demand.

Immediately, many people followed suit, with balding parents frantically giving the video a three-part like, and then picking up their phones to become self-satisfied kids.

"Sweetie, Uncle has already liked and given coins to all the videos, can... you give me one?"

"Me too!"

The parent who had just been boasting about their child also raised their phone, stood up, and spoke.

"And me... I'll register an account right away and give you a like, comment, and share."

Suddenly, the classroom erupted into chaos again.

At this moment, a chubby boy among the children suddenly stood up, turned around, and shouted:

"Mom, I want one too!"

"Get one for me too."

The chubby boy's voice was so loud that everyone could hear him shout.

Teacher Zhang frowned slightly, and she quickly clapped her hands to organize the order.

"Children, parents, please don't fight over it."

"Little Zhizhi said that everyone gets a share."

"Let's take it one at a time."

Upon hearing the teacher's order, the parents all complied and remained silent.

The classroom was quiet again.

Only the one adorned with jewels suddenly stood up and said quite matter-of-factly:

"Little girl, go get one for my son too!"

The other parents turned their heads to look and frowned.

It's that rude woman again.

The other person's reaction made Yang Zhiyao uncomfortable, but being a polite and well-behaved girl, she still returned a polite smile and said:

"Auntie, please don't worry."

"Just like Teacher Zhang said, every child will have it."

Faced with this response, "Glamoured Jewelry" was also helpless. Just as she was about to sit down, she heard the chubby boy stand up and grumble:

"Mom! I want it now!"

"She had a really cool Ultraman doll, and now that she can't have it, someone else has snatched it away!"

The woman frowned slightly after hearing this, then stood up and said:

"Oh dear, look how anxious your brother is."

"Just give them to us first, we'll all get one anyway, one more won't make a difference."

Upon hearing this, all the parents immediately lost their temper.

“Parent, I remember you were muttering something in bits and pieces just now.”

"Actually, I agree with your point of view. Bringing these kinds of small items home can affect a child's studies."

"Your child has such a strong sense of mission, please don't let him become obsessed with playthings and lose his ambition."

A woman's clear, cold voice came from behind "Jewelry and Jewelry," it was Yang Xue.

The woman was so choked by these words that her face immediately turned red.