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Tongguang Kindergarten, small playground

The autumn singing competition is currently in rehearsal, and parents are allowed to watch from the perimeter of the playground.

The children from each class took turns performing their first rehearsals.

On stage, the children's performances were plagued with mishaps.

Singers sang off-key, poets forgot their lines, and occasionally a silly little guy would stop halfway through a dance, blink his clear eyes and look around blankly, making everyone laugh.

Parents waiting to pick up their children stood on the perimeter, and laughter could be heard intermittently, while arguments sometimes broke out.

Yang Xue greeted Qian Xiaoyu's mother and went to the front row of the crowd.

She didn't bring Fu Qingyang along because his stunning good looks naturally drew attention and couldn't be easily shown to others.

To avoid causing a disturbance among the mothers, Yang Xue had no choice but to hide him in the car.

Hearing the various comparisons among the parents around them, about whose child is better and whose child is more outstanding, and how some parents were even arguing heatedly about it, the two of them were speechless for a while.

"Is it really that bad...?"

"The program is simply to cultivate children's thinking skills, language talents, and so on."

"Just be happy, why take it so seriously?"

Qian Xiaoyu's mother spoke with a strong southern accent and frankly expressed her inner thoughts.

Yang Xue searched for her daughter's figure with her eyes and echoed:

"Agreed. It's already amazing that a 5 or 6-year-old can express themselves clearly. What more could you ask for?"

"As long as the child is happy and healthy, I will encourage him even if he stands on stage for a while without performing anything."

Hearing their conversation, the woman next to them frowned.

The woman wore a black cheongsam with butterfly patterns, her hair styled in a bun and her face powdered, her elegant and luxurious attire resembling that of a noblewoman from old Shanghai in the 1920s or 30s.

"What kind of future can a child like that have when he grows up?"

"With such intense competition and life pressures now, fostering a lazy education will only make them lose at the starting line of life!"

The lady's words were forceful, her tone full of the arrogance of someone in a superior position.

Xiaoyu's mother rolled her eyes at the woman, feeling a little uncomfortable, but she didn't want to argue with her.

Yang Xue suddenly countered with a question:

"I respect every parent's approach to education."

"But I'm a little curious: where do you register for this so-called 'starting line of life'? Who is in charge of the authority, and who defines it? Where is the finish line? Are the rewards reliable?"

Yang Xue's own childhood was full of intrigue and backstabbing, and she strongly dislikes the pressure-based education system.

Therefore, she retorted to the wealthy woman with a barrage of questions.

The wealthy woman also echoed others' opinions, focusing solely on showing off her superiority, but she had no reliable answers or direction for planning her child's future.

Helpless, she could only roll her eyes at Yang Xue and continue watching the extended episode.

Xiaoyu's mother gave Yang Xue a thumbs up with great pleasure, indicating that she was right to criticize her.

Music began playing on the playground, and soon the children's orderly singing could be heard.

This is a performance from the Rose Class.

Ms. Wang, the teacher of the Rose Class, is a music graduate. In order to make her students shine even brighter, she arranged for them to sing a chorus of "Merry Christmas".

Under the guidance of professional teachers, the children sang with melodious voices and in unison, performing hand gestures as they sang.

During the climax solo, the little girl in the center position, mimicking a beautiful voice with long hair, delivered an exceptionally outstanding performance.

The other children switched to harmonies to help her.

This performance was far too outrageous in the work, completely outclassing the other classes.

The lady's eyes lit up immediately, and she quickly took out her phone to record.

"The teacher in the Rose Class is something else!"

"That kid in the center has such a bright and beautiful voice, he must be a professional!"

"Sigh, it's easy to see how excellent the parents are by looking after this child."

Listening to the other parents' comments and praises, the lady in the cheongsam smiled and said to Yang Xue:

"That's how the starting line is set!"

"So? Do you see its significance now?"

"Whose child could be more outstanding than mine!"

Xiaoyu's mother frowned again, but couldn't think of a reason to refute it.

Judging from the lady's reaction, it's not hard to tell that her child must be there.

However, Yang Xue just chuckled and teased, saying:

"I understand."

"Heh, don't tell me, you really shouldn't tell me."

"This line is ridiculously crooked."

The elegant woman in the cheongsam looked puzzled and asked in a cold voice:

"What do you mean?"

Yang Xue turned to look at the other person, and responded calmly:

“If children are just treated as machines to satisfy parents’ emotional needs, you might as well try drawing that line on the moon.”

"That way, when she goes to the moon, she can achieve something you can't, with greater honor, to make up for your vanity and inferiority complex."

The woman's face flushed red from the hurtful retort.

Finally, the woman snorted coldly and said:

"Hmph, I think you're just a sour grapes!"

Immediately, she crossed her arms and began to speak in a sarcastic tone:

"If your own child isn't doing well, of course you have to comfort yourself!"

"To avoid depression!"

The noblewoman's eyes widened, and she emphasized the last two words.

However, Yang Xue remained calm and ignored the other party.

...

On the small playground

Other teachers were somewhat envious of such a performance, but their abilities were limited, and their musical conducting skills were far inferior to those of Teacher Wang from the Rose Class.

"Tsk tsk, you can tell the difference between a show produced by professionals and one produced by non-professionals. The overall cohesion is really good."

Teacher Zhuang from Lanhua Ban clicked her tongue in amazement, her envy evident in her expression.

"Yes, both the performance and the rhythm were very accurate, which is truly commendable!"

“Especially He Miaomiao, the little girl has excellent pitch and timbre, I think she should be recommended to participate in a children’s singing competition.”

The other homeroom teachers and Principal Fang also nodded in agreement.

"It seems that the best art sound of the season has once again fallen to the Rose Class."

Ms. Zhao, the teacher in the Rose Class, sounded a little sour. Since Ms. Wang took over the Rose Class, she has won the Art Voice evaluation for four consecutive quarters.

Teacher Wang was beaming with joy at the praise, but she remained modest and said:

"where."

"The main reason is that Qu Ziyuan is better."

"Moreover, Miaomiao from our class participated in last year's National Children's Singing Competition and won second place."

Upon hearing her say this, the other teachers were immediately shocked and astonished.

Logically, this should be big news for the kindergarten, so how come they didn't know?

Teacher Wang quickly provided supplementary information:

"Sigh... Miao Miao's parents have high expectations for their child, so they hope that their child can win the championship."

"Just be happy at home if you got second place."

After hearing Teacher Wang's explanation, everyone looked at He Miaomiao with even more respect.

Many people secretly envied him, wishing he were in their class.

Because He Miaomiao was mentioned, many teachers looked in the direction where He Miaomiao's parents were.

And wave or give her a thumbs up.

The lady in black also waved to the teachers with great pleasure.

After a series of interactions, she looked at Yang Xue with even greater arrogance.

As He Miaomiao's parents, their daughter has really made them proud this time around.

"Next up is the performance by the children from the Sunflower Class, guided by teacher Zhang Yan."

Amidst applause, a group of adorable children began to perform their carefully prepared program.

Teacher Zhang provided dedicated guidance, and compared to other classes, the performance of the Sunflower Class was indeed of very high quality.

Unfortunately, with the Rose Class's impressive performance, the Sunflower Class's program was only passable, receiving a lukewarm response.

Ms. Wang, the teacher of the Rose Class, felt a little smug. She suddenly asked:

"Teacher Zhang, I heard that there is a very capable new student in your class."

"Has she not gone on stage yet?"

Teacher Wang's words subtly hinted at comparison and probing.

If Zhang Yan says that they have already gone on stage and finished performing, then it means that the Sunflower Class has been outdone by her.

There is also backstabbing and intrigue among teachers.

Teacher Zhang smiled and said:

"The child's performance was a bit special, so I put it last."

special?

All the teachers and the principal looked puzzled.

Finally, it was Yang Zhiyao's turn to take the stage.

As the last child, Yang Zhiyao made a solo appearance as the final performer.

Seeing this, the noblewoman said with some amusement:

"Sigh, this teacher is really an amateur."

"Children have limited performance options, and the probability of making mistakes is extremely high."

"The final act was a solo performance by a child instead of a group performance. It was absolutely stupid!"

Yang Xue was smiling as she watched her daughter go on stage, but when she heard the wealthy woman speaking so confidently, she turned to look at her.

The woman, noticing the gazes directed at her, chuckled and asked in return:

Why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong?

"Only with green leaves as a backdrop can the red flower truly shine!"

Yang Xue chuckled and shook her head, then turned to continue watching her daughter's performance.

The wealthy woman felt she was being looked down upon again and pressed for an answer:

"She's so young, and without any help, how could she manage such a large scene all by herself? It's truly..."

Before the lady could finish speaking, a deep and melodious rhythm filled the entire playground from the speakers.

The crowd was infected by the sorrowful mood, and the noise and discussion stopped abruptly.

Immediately following was Yang Zhiyao's youthful yet profound voice.

They were all... brave...

The wound on your forehead... your... difference... the mistake you made...