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Soon, the Education Director Wang Mei personally brought the works that ranked first in the poetry competition, namely Zhou Yufeng's son.

Zhou Ruoshu ordered Zhou Yufeng: "Come and recite the works!"

Zhou Yufeng had no choice but to bite the bullet, picked up the work, glanced at it, and then recited with a hot face: "Ode to Happy, author Zhou Xiaobao."

"Happy dad, happy mom, happy grandpa, happy grandma."

"Happy the day before yesterday, happy yesterday, happy today, happy tomorrow."

“Happy Monday, happy Tuesday, happy Wednesday, happy Thursday, happy Friday, happy Saturday, happy Sunday…”

Everyone looked at each other with strange expressions. What kind of poetry is this? It’s just a happy sentence!

The Education Director Wang Mei couldn't help it first: "What's this?"

Wang Zhixing nodded: "Even if it is a children's poetry, it would be too irrelevant to win the first place in this kind of sentence-making work, right?"

"Can we have so many children in Zhonghai City that there are no better works than this?"

All the parents at the scene also said: "It's so outrageous. Our children's works are better than his. It seems that they are really favoritism and fraud!"

Zhou Ruoshu looked at Zhou Yufeng coldly: "This is not a fraud in favoritism. What else do you have to say?"

Zhou Yufeng had to choose to be a turtle, and he said with a tough gut, "Mr. Shi Zun, poetry is a matter of opinion. I think my son's works are very good, and he won the first place by his strength!"

Zhou Ruoshu sneered: "By strength, good, take the works of Mr. Chen's daughter Song Qingqing, and compare them."

Soon, Song Qingqing's works were brought.

Zhou Ruoshu asked Song Qingqing to read his works aloud!

Song Qingqing was a little timid, and Chen Ning encouraged: "It's okay, just read it to your parents. Even parents don't know what your poem is about."

Song Bingting also nodded and said, "Yes, mom and dad want to hear it. Qingqing also gave everyone a proof of it. What is your work?"

Song Qingqing received encouragement from her parents, so she took her work and recited crisply in front of a group of leaders and many onlookers on the scene: "A letter to children in poor mountainous areas, author Song Qingqing."

"I know you live in the darkest environment."

"My mom said that the most beautiful diamonds were polished by craftsmen in the dimest room."

"My dad said that the strongest warrior was tempered on the cruelest battlefield."

"So, children living in mountainous areas who are in dire straits, don't give up."

"Because, the darkest environment will bloom the most beautiful flowers."

After Song Qingqing finished reading the poem she wrote, the scene was silent.

Immediately, there was a thunderous applause at the scene!

Zhou Ruoshu and other leaders praised Song Qingqing's poem. It is already very good for a five-year-old child to be able to write such a poem.

Song Qingqing's face was flushed, and she was applauded by everyone. She was shy and happy.

Chen Ning and Song Bingting looked at each other and smiled at each other, and they were proud of their daughters.

After the applause ended, Zhou Ruoshu looked at Zhou Yufeng who was sweating profusely, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "What else do you have to say now?"

"You are the main leader of the review work. Your son's works can be ranked first. Song Qingqing's excellent works have been defeated. Do you dare say that you did not commit favoritism or fraud?"
Chapter completed!