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Fu Qingyang handed a USB flash drive to Yang Zhiyao.

"This is a Mid-Autumn Festival gift from your mother, for your Mid-Autumn Festival performance."

"Give it to the homeroom teacher before going on stage."

Yang Zhiyao curiously took the USB drive, her expression gradually shifting from surprise to anticipation.

...

Yuanbao Primary School

Yang Xue had already completed three music lessons during the live stream. Seeing that it was almost time, she said to the students:

"Children, through these three lessons, I have gotten to know most of you."

"And you are also familiar with me, as well as some things about the outside world."

"With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, as your music teacher, I hope our last lesson will be even more lively and interesting."

"So, I put the music teaching part on the basketball court outside."

The students were excited to hear that indoor classes would be held outdoors.

Amid the children's cheers and excitement, Yang Xue led most of the students to their destination.

A simple stage has been set up.

On the small wooden stage, there was an upright piano, a guitar, a chair, and a pair of upright amplifiers.

Because it's in the mountains, the midday sun doesn't feel scorching, and the occasional breeze is refreshing and cool.

Under the sunlight, whistles and shouts could be heard from the football field not far away. Under Coach Pang's strict command, the children were sweating profusely and playing with great enthusiasm.

Soon, Gao Linlin, Zhu Feng, Meng Yufan, and other teachers also received the program's notification and led the students from each class to gather at the basketball court with their stools.

Since everyone knew that Teacher Yang was doing a live broadcast, it didn't seem out of place for the large-statured Wang Haijun to record it.

After everyone was seated, Yang Xue handed her phone to Gao Linlin, then went up on stage and said:

"Thank you for coming, children and teachers."

"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I want to make it a little festive during the last class before lunch break."

"As your music teacher, I have prepared some songs for you."

The children listen to music occasionally, but it's not a formal subject in their curriculum, so the piano sponsored by the investors has become just a decoration. But today, it finally has a purpose.

They were already eager to learn this subject, and now that they saw the piano, their eyes lit up.

At the same time, the live stream also sparked new heated discussions.

[Could it be that the Snow Goddess has released a new song!?]

[What do you mean "again"? Snow God is a prolific song producer, but she distributes her songs to her affiliated streamers.]

[Make sure you understand, the Snow God said "some," not "one." I guess in this context, they're all positive and inspirational songs.]

[It'll probably still be a Chinese-style rap song. The school has nice scenery; could it be praising the beautiful landscapes of our motherland?]

Yang Xue stepped forward, suddenly clasped her hands together, and said sincerely:

"But before that, I'd like to ask you for a small favor."

"I am a teacher, a live streamer, and a mother."

“I have a 6-year-old daughter, and I guess she should be preparing for a performance.”

At this point, Yang Xue lowered her head, her voice tinged with sadness and guilt.

"But I couldn't be with her at that time, which I really regret."

Looking up again, Yang Xue glanced around at everyone, her face sincere:

"I would like to take this opportunity to send her my blessings and strength through your words."

"So, children, teachers, can you help me fulfill this wish?"

At this moment, the live stream chat is filled with the word "Go for it!"

And the teachers and students throughout the hall shouted in varying pitches:

"Go, Teacher Yang!"

Yang Xue smiled and bowed, then prepared to dial Fu Qingyang's number.

As a result, the other party made a video call first.

...

Tongguang Kindergarten

At this moment, Yang Zhiyao, dressed in a gorgeous black gown, stepped onto the stage alone.

At first, Yang Zhiyao was full of ambition with the encouragement of her teachers and classmates.

However, when she noticed several cameras, lighting, and various mobile phones pointing at her, the little girl's pupils became somewhat dilated.

In her previous performances, she had her mother or other aunts with her, which gave her a lot of courage and strength.

But today, she has to face so many eyes and expectations alone. Without the support of familiar faces on stage, Yang Zhiyao began to doubt herself.

Her hand holding the microphone began to tremble slightly.

Just as I was losing focus, the background music behind me suddenly started playing.

It was a low and slow piano prelude, not the demo she used when recording the song.

The sudden, low rhythm made her even more flustered; Yang Zhiyao didn't know when to switch to the song.

As a result, when the main melody began, Yang Zhiyao was half a beat ahead.

Coupled with her already tense mood, the little girl's voice was unable to open properly and trembled frequently.

It's important to understand that controlling the emotions and atmosphere is crucial in this song, "The Lone Warrior."

Yang Zhiyao's performance lacked the firm voice and full emotion she had shown before.

Parents and teachers went from anticipation to confusion, and even disappointment.

Many people have seen the little girl's performance during rehearsals; her makeup and clothes were exceptionally beautiful.

But why did they mess up during the most crucial performance?

The homeroom teacher, Zhang Yan, and the kindergarten principal, Zhang Jinqiu, both frowned, worried about Yang Zhiyao's performance.

She never expected that she would make a fool of herself like this today.

Meanwhile, those parents who had previously proven wrong are now happy.

For example, Sister Yun, Zhang Cuicui, and He Miaomiao's mother.

"Hmph, your performance is not even a tenth as good as my Yunyun's. You rich dog, you think you can show off with your little bit of money."

"Don't think that just because my Xiaochen made a fool of himself, your daughter, Yang Xue, also lost face! That's so satisfying!"

"In the end, isn't it our Miaomiao who's the most stunning? What's the point of dressing up so nicely?"

Even Lin Chengdong, the top leader, frowned, his gaze towards Zhou Xing filled with doubt.

That dissatisfied look seemed to say, "I spent almost 50 minutes with you, tormenting me with your words, and this is what you show me?"

Zhou Xing was also speechless. He hadn't expected that this girl was completely different from what the headmaster had described. She was simply breathtaking and impossible to look at without praising her.

Lin Chengdong was quite well-mannered; he simply smiled and said:

"Director Zhang, I don't think it's necessary to watch any further."

"I'm really in a hurry this time."

Faced with Lin Chengdong's reaction, Zhang Jinqiu gave an awkward smile and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that his carefully planned program had been ruined, how could he possibly keep the high-ranking leader here?

Just as the situation was at a stalemate, a tall male figure suddenly leaped onto the stage to everyone's astonishment.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the sudden situation, including Lin Chengdong and Director Zhang.

The man had a refined appearance, though sunglasses and a baseball cap obscured most of his face. He was Fu Qingyang, Yang Zhiyao's surrogate parent.

His appearance sparked heated discussions outside the venue and also interrupted Yang Zhiyao's singing rhythm.

Nobody knows what he's up to.

Yang Zhiyao was equally puzzled, wondering why Uncle Xiao Fu had suddenly run onto the stage.

But then, the other person handed him their phone and said succinctly:

"video call."

Soon, a woman's familiar yet surprised voice came through the phone.

【Honey, are you putting on an act...?】

Yang Xue was also in a daze at the moment. After Fu Qingyang said "She needs you", he seemed to rush onto the stage where the performance was taking place.

The faint singing made her realize that Fu Qingyang was rushing towards a stage.

Yang Xue couldn't help but wonder if Slowpoke was being a bit reckless...?

"Mom, is that you?"

However, the girl's excited shouts soon came from the other end of the phone.

On stage, upon hearing her mother's call, Yang Zhiyao's eyes lit up, and the gloom in her heart was instantly dispelled.