Yang Xue's words made the atmosphere in the classroom tense.

But many parents remained optimistic, finding these retorts truly satisfying.

"Glamoured with jewels" turned around abruptly and said without any politeness:

"I want a toy for my son, what's it to you!"

"Why are you being so nosy!"

Yang Xue had just communicated with Zhizhi, but the woman didn't seem to notice, or perhaps she was just living in her own world.

Faced with such a slap in the face, she was naturally unwilling to let Yang Xue off the hook.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Teacher Zhang panicked a little.

Lacking experience, she had never dealt with a conflict between parents before and was unsure how to intervene and mediate.

But Yang Xue said in a serious and earnest manner:

"Parent, I didn't want to have any argument with you, but the way you talk is really unpleasant."

"As parents, we need to provide our children with the right guidance and role models."

"You went from belittling me just now to applying double standards now, and you even barbarically joined the children in making noise in the classroom!"

"Leaving aside whether the principle of first come, first served is being followed, your current behavior will cause Teacher Zhang a lot of trouble."

Hearing this, "Jewelry" narrowed her eyes and sneered, saying:

"Hmph, you're quite the talker!"

"If you're unhappy, you can leave."

"My son and I are able to sit here because our family paid for it!"

"Even if I wanted a gift, I didn't ask you for it, so why should you tell me how I want it!"

Yang Xue slowly stood up, staring at the woman with a cold expression.

“I am my child’s mother. Although I can’t control you, I have a responsibility to maintain the learning atmosphere and environment for my child.”

“The kindergarten belongs to the children, not to you personally.”

"And also, you really did end up taking that gift from me."

As Yang Xue spoke, she looked at her daughter Yang Zhiyao, who was standing on the stage, and asked:

"Honey, who is this gift for?"

Zhizhi answered very decisively:

"It's a gift for a good friend."

Yang Xue asked again:

Would you be willing to be friends with a rude child or adult?

Zhizhi shook her head seriously and replied:

"I don't want to!"

Seeing that Yang Xue took the lead, the other parents also stood up and spoke up.

“My child doesn’t want to be friends with people who lack manners.”

Qian Xiaoyu's mother was the first to speak.

"This gift was made by someone's daughter. If you want a gift, how is that none of her parents' business?"

"Besides, everyone else watched the video, liked, and subscribed before asking for it. You didn't do that, so why are you asking for it so confidently?"

Seeing this, the balding man also spoke up.

"We're all parents, who wants to see their child belittled?"

"Everyone pays to go to school, so why should your son have to pay for it? Does your family think you're superior to anyone else?"

Another mother also said.

"Pearl and Jewelry" felt that she was being targeted, and her body began to heave violently.

"You...you people have no sense of reason at all!"

"Why are you bullying me and my child!"

"This is blatant isolation! I'm going to...I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Teacher Zhang had no choice but to step in and mediate.

"OK OK!"

"Parents, please calm down and stop arguing!"

"This is a classroom, a place for teaching and nurturing students."

"Who to give the gift to depends on the child's preference."

"We should respect the child's decision!"

Seeing that Teacher Zhang looked flustered, Yang Xue stood aside and chimed in:

"Teacher Zhang is absolutely right."

"This is a place for education, and we must set a good example for our children!"

"I respect my child's own choice."

As soon as she finished speaking, she sat down.

With her taking the lead, no one bothered to pay any attention to this domineering and rude parent.

But "Jewelry" seemed to want to argue, but then Teacher Zhang said with a serious and earnest expression:

"Mrs. Gu Chenchen, please calm down as well."

Although Teacher Zhang spoke politely, his attitude was not good.

"My child already lost three sunflowers because of a fight last time, please don't let them lose any more..."

Upon hearing this, "jewelry" immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.

"Flowers" are equivalent to each student's credit score, used for rewards and punishments.

Each student will have an initial 5 tokens each semester.

Additions and deductions are made based on daily behavior.

Once his "flowers" count reaches zero, it means he will be expelled from the class.

Gu Chenchen's "flowers" never increased, and she even had 3 deducted from her score because of a particularly egregious act of bullying.

Therefore, this time, as Gu Chenchen's doting mother, Zhu Guangbaoqi decisively admitted defeat.

But this does not mean that she has given in.

"Jewelry" glared at Yang Xue with resentment, then chose to remain silent.

Although there were some minor conflicts during Yang Zhiyao's enrollment process, the overall result was good.

She not only gained more popularity and love and friends, but also a considerable number of "fans".

Yang Xue has also exchanged WeChat contacts with many parents who love their daughters.

The next step was to discuss the arrangements for the autumn singing competition.

This performance was conducted as a class unit, with everyone fighting for the honor of their class.

Many parents responded enthusiastically to the class teacher's call and eagerly signed up in order to highlight their child's excellence.

Even a tone-deaf child has to recite a whole poem.

But Yang Zhiyao wanted to take a break and be a quiet, unnoticed spectator.

Yang Xue naturally respected her daughter's opinion.

But Teacher Zhang couldn't easily let go of a minor celebrity with 4 followers.

Ultimately, at her strong recommendation, Yang Zhiyao, who didn't want to continue in the limelight, was forced to sign up.

Other children were singing nursery rhymes like "Seven-Colored Light," reciting poems like "I Planted a Sunflower," and telling children's stories like "The Little Horse Crossing the River"...

However, when Yang Xue submitted her performance, Teacher Zhang was completely dumbfounded.

She showed the program schedule to Yang Xue.

"Um, Ms. Yang, may I ask you something?"

"...What is 'The Lone Warrior'?"

Yang Xue gave a meaningful smile and replied:

"A children's song."

...

At noon, at Maple Forest Evening Hotel.

Qian Lang, who was sleeping with Zhou Yuhan in his arms, was awakened by a series of urgent phone rings.

Qian Lang answered the phone in a daze and heard a cold voice coming from the other end.

[Manager Qian Lang, we have received 132 records of you embezzling public funds.]

The total amount is approximately 179.52 yuan.

You have 7 days to repay the loan. Failure to do so will result in legal action by the company.

Also, you're fired!

"Hello...? Hello?!"

"You're fucking insane!"

Qian Lang got up, somewhat bewildered, muttering curses under his breath.

He felt someone was playing a prank, so he got up and checked his phone.

To my surprise, the call was from the head office's human resources department.

Qian Lang was instantly wide awake...

Zhou Yuhan was awakened by Qian Lang's noise, and she groggily complained:

Lang Lang, what's going on with you?

Qian Lang's face was deathly pale, and he remained motionless.

Just then, Zhou Yuhan's phone rang.

"Hey..."

Zhou Yuhan asked wearily.

Boss, something terrible has happened!

We've been challenged in both the B-level and C-level music live-streaming areas of Xinmin Square.

"Huh...? What's going on?!"

Zhou Yuhan also suddenly stood up, her expression mirroring Qian Lang's.

[Xiaolong Media, through Tiancheng's special channels, has issued us a challenge that we cannot refuse.]

[A PK (player kill) contest initiated under the guise of a regional challenge...]

Zhou Yuhan was stunned when she heard this.

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