The head teacher, Mr. Sun, first gave a passionate speech, and then announced the start of the event as the host.

The first person to perform on stage was Wang Shiting from the family compound.

Wang Shiting sang and danced and performed a song called "Little Swallow". After the performance, Shen Mingzhu clapped her hands vigorously out of respect, and her palms turned red.

After the second talent show, Wang Shiting's score came out: 95 points.

Talent shows came one after another. There were some decent ones, but most of them were just formalities. Occasionally, there would be a joke or two, which was quite entertaining.

Anyway, Shen Mingzhu was very happy watching it.

Soon, it was Zhou Hao's turn to play.

The talent Zhou Hao performed was reciting the multiplication table. He stood straight on the podium with his hands against his trouser seams, head held high and chest puffed out, speaking clearly. He recited the whole passage without a single hitch. It was obvious that he must have practiced privately countless times to achieve such a result. It was also enough to show that Shen Baolan put a lot of effort into teaching her stepson.

Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but reflect on herself silently, wondering if she was too indifferent to her stepson's studies.

As expected, Zhou Hao's talent received warm applause from the audience.

After a while, Zhou Hao's score came out: 99 points.

This is the highest score so far. If nothing unexpected happens, Zhou Hao will be the first place in this class activity.

As soon as the scores came out, the parents around began to congratulate Shen Baolan.

"Your Zhou Hao will definitely be the first."

"Oh, it's still Zhou Hao's mother who knows how to teach children. I'll have to ask you for advice someday."

Shen Baolan smiled so much that her face turned into a sunflower. "No problem. Come to my house and chat whenever you are free."

Then he cue Shen Mingzhu, "We live so close to each other. If you have time, bring your son Ziheng to our house. Since we are from the same village, I will teach you some tips."

"Thank you so much."

"It's no fun to just talk about it. Bring over the cakes and biscuits you baked so we can all taste them together."

This proposal was echoed by other parents, "Why not wait until New Year's Day is over and the children in our family compound can get together and hold a party or something to liven it up."

Shen Mingzhu had no interest at all. Firstly, the weather was too cold, and secondly, she was about to take an exam and had no time to read, let alone the time and mood to hold a party.

But she didn't want to spoil everyone's fun, so she asked others to discuss it and tell her the date after they decided.

Several mothers stopped watching the talent show and started discussing the party among themselves.

On the opposite side, after Zhou Hao’s score came out, all the kids around him looked at him with envy and jealousy.

"Zhou Hao, you are amazing. My mother also taught me to memorize the multiplication table, but I could never memorize it."

"Zhou Hao, how long have you been carrying it?"

The person who asked him was Wang Shiting.

Wang Shiting is cute, has a soft voice, and is as pretty as a doll. She is not only the prettiest girl in the family compound, but also the prettiest in the kindergarten.

All the boys in the kindergarten are happy to play with Wang Shiting, but Wang Shiting always likes to follow Pei Ziheng around. Today, for the first time, she looked at him with admiring eyes, which made Zhou Hao very flattered and surprised.

He glanced at Pei Ziheng deliberately and said loudly, "It only took me two months to memorize it."

"Wow, Zhou Hao you are awesome!"

Wang Shiting's voice was soft and crisp, like cotton candy, and hearing it from Zhou Hao was as sweet as drinking honey water.

He boasted more and more proudly, "My Aunt Lan said that if I get first place this time, she will buy me a toy gun!"

All the boys around exclaimed in envy.

Many boys even made reservations with Zhou Hao in advance, saying that they wanted to borrow the toy guns to play with after Zhou Hao bought them.

Zhou Hao didn't want to lend his toy gun to others. He himself couldn't play with it enough, and what if he lent it to others and it broke? But when he caught a glimpse of Pei Ziheng staring at him intently, he changed his mind and promised the person who wanted to lend him the toy gun. Then he waited for Pei Ziheng to ask to lend him the toy gun. He would definitely refuse Pei Ziheng loudly and make Pei Ziheng embarrassed in front of Wang Shiting.

But after waiting for a long time, Pei Ziheng not only didn't say anything, but got up and walked out of the classroom.

Zhou Hao chased after him, "Pei Ziheng, if you give me your Rubik's Cube, I can also consider lending you a toy gun to play with for a while."

Pei Ziheng stopped and turned to look at Zhou Hao with sympathy in his eyes, "You still have the mind to play with toy guns. Next year your stepmother will give birth to a brother for you. When you have a little brother, your stepmother and your father and grandmother will only love your little brother and not you. Now that your stepmother and grandmother still love you, let them buy you a few more toys."

Pei Ziheng returned to the classroom quickly, but Zhou Hao, who had chased him out, did not come back, but no one noticed.

As the event was coming to an end, it was finally Pei Ziheng's turn to perform.

At this time, the parents' spirits and emotions were obviously much lower. In addition, Pei Ziheng's talents were nothing special, so when Pei Ziheng stood on the stage, there were only a few bursts of applause in the classroom.

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However, among the several rounds of applause, one was particularly prominent and loud, and that was naturally Shen Mingzhu.

Not only did she clapped her hands vigorously, she also silently mouthed "Come on" to Pei Ziheng.

Looking at Shen Mingzhu who was working so hard and full of enthusiasm, Pei Ziheng lowered his head and took out the Rubik's Cube from his pocket.

After changing the squares of the Rubik's Cube into different colors, Pei Ziheng opened his mouth and began to count.

The first sound shocked everyone.

Because Pei Ziheng used English.

In that era, English courses were not available until junior high school, not even in elementary school. What’s more, Pei Ziheng was only a four-year-old kid who was in kindergarten.

Some mothers who don't understand English whispered to Shen Mingzhu, "What is your son Ziheng reading? Why can't I understand?"

"English, English!"

Without waiting for Shen Mingzhu to answer, the other mothers rushed to answer for her. At the end, they did not forget to give Shen Mingzhu a thumbs up and praise her for being great.

Shen Baolan was shocked and confused, feeling as if a bottle of seasoning had been overturned in her heart.

She only has a junior high school education. When she was in junior high school, the school had English classes, but they couldn't hire an English teacher, so she never took the course.

When Pei Ziheng was memorizing the multiplication table, she could go home and teach Zhou Hao. Now that Pei Ziheng is memorizing English, how can she teach him?

"...seven, eight, nine...ninety- nine, hundred."

After the last count, Pei Ziheng's Rubik's Cube was completed.

Within three seconds of Pei Ziheng finishing his performance, the entire classroom fell silent.

“Pah…”

It was not until Shen Mingzhu took the lead in applauding that others reacted and followed suit. As time passed, the applause not only did not disappear, but instead continued like thunder.

"Oh my, Pei Ziheng's mother, your son Ziheng is so amazing! He has even learned English and speaks it so fluently. We must learn from you!"

Shen Mingzhu responded modestly with something like "It's OK", but she was actually very shocked, and her shock was mixed with joy.

This rebellious son, no, this child really brings honor to her!