Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

Chapter 899 I'm Nervous

For a while, several parents looked over again, looking at Su Mi with somewhat wary eyes.

Su Mi followed the sound and saw that the matriarch who spoke was very rich, wearing a famous brand, and holding a luxury small bag of the current season in her hand.

Children in this city who can learn art since childhood, and who can pass five tests and enter the finals of this art competition, will not be too poor.

After all, learning art is still very expensive.

It is difficult for ordinary families to afford.

So the parents present seemed to be at least middle class.

Su Mi is neither humble nor overbearing: "The competition is to see the children's true abilities. Whether there is any suspense has nothing to do with the parents. I am afraid that this lady is supercilious."

Fortunately, she hasn't gone over to say hello to the judges just now. If she does go over and be seen by these parents, she will probably become a target of public criticism.

The matriarch didn't expect Su Mi to fight back, so she snorted and turned her head away.

A kind-hearted young man smoothed things over: "Don't say that, people are right, today is to fight for the child'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 shouldn't let their children participate in these competitions. It's too unfair to other participating children. Our children also work hard. When it comes to the finals, if the judges give her children high marks because of their fame, wouldn't our children all accompany the prince to study?"

If it wasn't for saving energy, Su Mi really wanted to use special abilities to seal the matriarch's mouth.

Having said that, the parents who were speaking for Su Mi also shut up.

Su Mi said calmly: "If this lady is alluding to me, then you can rest assured. For today's competition, the judges are all teachers with weight and status in the art circle, and they are all professional. It is impossible to favor any child out of selfishness. .I have no ability to shake the art circle.”

The rich matriarch sneered again: "You are not capable, but your child's father is capable. With such a background, why are you participating in any competitions?"

As soon as these words came out, the inciting parents also murmured.

Su Mi's eyebrows darkened, she paused, and asked, "May I ask this parent, which kindergarten does your child belong to?"

The rich matriarch was taken aback, and folded her arms: "Qingteng, what's the matter?"

Su Mi raised her eyebrows: "Qingteng? This is one of the best private aristocratic kindergartens in Tancheng, so the parent's family must be very good."

A parent is familiar with the background of the matriarch: "This Mrs. Xiong's husband is an executive of Rifeng stationed in Tancheng."

Su Mi has a deep meaning: "No wonder, it turns out that it is an executive of a foreign company stationed in the island country. I said that Mrs. Xiong's momentum is stronger than that of ordinary parents. It seems that the background is not bad."

These words returned Mrs. Xiong's attack verbatim.

Mrs. Xiong's face turned blue, and she said nothing.

At this moment, Su Mi's phone rang, and it was Huo Shenxiu's WeChat message:

[The matter is finished, come here immediately.You are here. 】

She picked up the phone and made a voice: [Here we are.Xiaosubao has already gone to the 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 about making things difficult.

Huo Shenxiu asked casually: [Who suspected that we went through the back door? 】

Su Mi: [That parent seems to be the wife of an executive from Rifeng in Tancheng]

After a while, Huo Shenxiu replied: [Rifeng?Daoguo's branch in Tancheng? 】

【yes. 】

[What's the family name. 】

[I heard other parents call her Mrs. Xiong.what happened?Do you know it? 】

【do not know.However, Huo's and Rifeng also dealt with each other several times in business. ] changed the subject again:

[Did you say that one of the judges in the finals that Su Bao participated in was Yan Hengsheng, a well-known painter in China? 】

【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? 】Su Mi felt a little strange when he suddenly mentioned this.

Huo Shenxiu didn't say anything: [It's okay, just ask.Since Su Bao is our son, no matter what achievements he has in the future, he is destined to be questioned. 】

Su Mi was just complaining, and she didn't worry about it. A staff member happened to be talking, so she said to the phone: "I won't tell you, the competition staff is here."

The staff explained some rules and regulations for the later competition at the parents' seat, and then left.

However, Mrs. Xiong's face changed, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, she swayed her round body and chased after her, and whispered something to the staff member. After a while, she seemed to be rejected by the staff member, with a disappointed expression on her face, she 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 talking to the staff so happily?"

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, enough to be heard by all the parents, and sure enough, they all looked over.

Mrs. Xiong's complexion changed, and then she turned into anger, and glared at Su Mi: "I just asked the staff about my son's situation in the backstage. He is timid, and I am afraid that he will admit his death, so why not?"

Su Mi replied: "Of course, but Mrs. Xiong can say it openly in the future, it is sneaky, which makes people misunderstand."

Mrs. Xiong knew that she was implying that she would go through the back door, so she snorted, her mouth was really sharp, and she was really strong when she said a few words.

...

The game started.

Backstage, the staff bent down and explained softly to the young contestants:

"Everyone, line up and go out with me later. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

Xiao Subao followed the other children, and grandma responded, "I know!"

Turning his eyes, he saw Xiong Beibei beside him with a pale face, sweat on his forehead, and his fat legs seemed to be trembling. He leaned over to care: "Are you swollen? Are you sick?"

Xiong Beibei shook his head with difficulty, as if he had difficulty breathing: "No..."

"Then why are you sweating, should I call you Mama..."

Xiong Beibei hurriedly said, "Don't. I... I'm nervous."

Xiao Subao understood: "Don't be nervous, I told you before, the most important thing is to be happy~"

Xiong Beibei pursed her lips, her huge body drooping down: "No, I must win, otherwise my mother will be upset and think I'm embarrassing her in the circle of friends. My mother is very strict with me."

Xiao Subao thought for a while, and said: "Then you follow my example, take a deep breath, close your mouth, inhale through your nose, slowly bulge your abdomen, and slowly hold back your belly when you exhale..."

Xiong Beibei frowned: "Is this okay?"

"When I was very young, I was sick with Mama, 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 that my heart rate had dropped a bit.