For a while, several parents looked over again, looking at Su Mi with some caution in their eyes.
Su Mi followed the sound and saw that the matriarch who was speaking was very wealthy, dressed in famous brands, and was holding a luxury bag of the current season in her hand.
Children in this city who can learn art from a young age and can pass five tests and win six to enter the finals of this kind of art competition, their family background is not too bad.
After all, studying art is expensive.
It is difficult for ordinary families to afford it.
So the parents present seemed to be at least middle class.
Su Mi was neither humble nor arrogant: "The competition is to see the children's true abilities. Whether there is suspense or not has nothing to do with the parents. I'm afraid this lady is too preoccupied."
Fortunately, she hadn't gone over to say hello to the judging panel just now. If she had gone over and been seen by these parents, she would probably become a target.
The matriarch didn't expect Su Mi to fight back, so she snorted slightly and turned away.
A kind-hearted young man tried to smooth things over: "Don't say that, they are right. Today is about the children's ability, it has nothing to do with the parents."
The rich matriarch smiled:
"Children have nothing to do with their parents. Do you believe this? Let me tell you, these well-known people should not let their children participate in these competitions. It is too unfair to other participating children. Our children also work hard to achieve their goals.
After reaching the finals, if the judging panel gives high scores to someone's children because of their reputation, wouldn't all our children study with the prince?"
If she didn't want to save energy, Su Mi really wanted to use her special ability to seal the matriarch's mouth.
After saying this, the parents who originally spoke for Su Mi also shut up.
Su Mi said calmly: "If this wife is alluding to me, then don't worry. For today's competition, the judging panel is all teachers with weight and status in the art circle. They are all professional. It is impossible to favor any child out of selfishness."
.I don’t have the ability to shake up the art world.”
The rich matriarch scoffed again: "You are incompetent, but your child's father is. With such a backing, why should he participate in competitions?"
As soon as these words came out, several inciting parents also started muttering.
Su Mi's eyebrows darkened, she paused, and asked: "May I ask this parent, which kindergarten does your child go to?"
The rich matriarch was stunned and crossed her arms: "Ivy, is something wrong?"
Su Mi raised her eyebrows: "Qingteng? This is one of the best private aristocratic kindergartens in Tancheng, so this parent must be from a very good family."
A parent was familiar with the matriarch's background: "This Mrs. Xiong's husband is a senior executive of Rifeng in Tancheng."
Su Mi said meaningfully: "No wonder, it turns out that she is a foreign company executive stationed in the island country. I said that Mrs. Xiong's momentum is stronger than that of ordinary parents. It seems that the backstage is not bad either."
These words repaid Mrs. Xiong's attack word for word.
Mrs. Xiong's face turned blue and she said no more.
At this moment, Su Mi's phone rang. It was Huo Shenxiu's WeChat message:
[The matter is settled, come over immediately. You are here.]
She picked up her phone and sent a voice message: [Here we are. Xiao Subao has already gone backstage to prepare.]
He seemed to hear that her voice was lazy and not very energetic: [What's wrong]
Su Mi couldn't hold back her complaints and told Mrs. Xiong how difficult she was.
Huo Shenxiu asked casually: "Who suspects that we used the back door?"
Su Mi: [That parent seems to be the wife of an executive from Rifeng stationed in Tancheng]
After a moment, Huo Shenxiu replied: [Rifeng? The island country’s branch in Tancheng? 】
【yes.】
【What's that family's name?】
[I heard other parents call her Mrs. Bear. What’s wrong? Do you know her?]
[I don’t know. But Huo and Rifeng have dealt with each other several times in business.] Changed the topic again:
[Are you saying that one of the judges in the finals that Subao participated in this time was a well-known painter in China named Yan Hengsheng?]
[Yes. Yan Hengsheng is one of the chief judges, second only to Ma Hefan, and his words carry a lot of weight. What’s wrong?] Seeing him suddenly mention this, Su Mi felt a little strange.
Huo Shenxiu didn't say anything: [It's okay, just ask. Since Su Bao is our son, no matter what achievements he makes in the future, he is destined to be questioned. ]
Su Mi was just complaining and didn't take it easy. A staff member happened to be talking, so she said to the phone: "I won't tell you anymore. The competition staff is here."
The staff explained some rules and regulations for the later competition at the parents' table and left.
But Mrs. Xiong's face changed. She took advantage of others' unpreparedness, swayed her bulging body, and chased after her. She whispered something to the staff member. After a while, she seemed to be rejected by the staff member. She looked a little disappointed and turned to the judges.
After taking a look over there, I returned to my seat. As soon as I sat down, I heard Su Mi's voice:
"What is Mrs. Xiong telling the staff that makes her so happy?"
The sound was neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for parents to hear, and sure enough, they all looked over.
Mrs. Xiong's face changed, and then she became angry. She glared at Su Mi and said, "I just asked the staff about my son's situation backstage. He is timid and I am afraid that he will give in to me. Isn't that okay?"
Su Mi replied: "Of course, but Mrs. Xiong can say it openly and secretly in the future, so as to make people misunderstand."
Mrs. Xiong knew that she was hinting that she should go through the back door, so she snorted. Her mouth was really sharp, and after being spoken to a few times by herself, she was really more enthusiastic.
…
The game has begun.
Backstage, the staff bent down and spoke softly to the young contestants:
"Everyone, line up and come out with me later. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
Little Subao followed the other children and responded grandly: "I know!"
Turning his eyes, he saw Xiong Beibei next to him with a pale face, sweat on his forehead, and his fat legs seemed to be trembling. He leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Xiong Beibei shook his head with difficulty and seemed to have difficulty breathing: "No..."
"Then why are you sweating? Should I call you Mommy..."
Xiong Beibei said quickly: "Don't. I...I'm nervous."
Xiao Subao understood: "Don't be nervous, I told you that the most important thing is to be happy during the competition~"
Xiong Beibei pursed her lips, and her huge body slumped down: "No, I must win, otherwise my mother will be unhappy and think that I have embarrassed her in the circle of friends. My mother is very strict with me."
Xiao Subao thought for a while and said: "Then you learn from me, take a deep breath, close your mouth, inhale through your nose, slowly inflate your abdomen, and slowly hold it in when you exhale..."
Xiong Beibei frowned: "Is this okay?"
"When I was very young, I was sick, and sometimes I would be like you. She said that abdominal breathing can relax you. Try it."
Xiong Beibei reluctantly imitated him and took a few breaths.
Sure enough, I felt my heartbeat had dropped a bit.