Liu Yifeng nodded. "Alright, then if there's nothing else, I'll take my son back."
As he finished speaking and was about to leave with Tongtong's hand, a teacher rushed in, "Director Zhao, something's wrong, a parent is making a scene."
"What's going on?" Zhao Qing asked with a frown.
"The parent causing trouble, her child chose the art exam, but their drawing was very ordinary. Our teacher didn't pass them, and this parent started making a fuss, saying our kindergarten is targeting her son, demanding an explanation, or she'll report us to the Education Bureau."
This was truly unreasonable. Zhao Qing's biggest headache was these parents who refused to listen to reason.
Even if her child passed the art exam and attended the kindergarten, they would still argue with the kindergarten over various matters in the future.
This made it even more impossible to let her child enroll. Otherwise, she might as well close the kindergarten and turn it into a dispute center.
"Which classroom are they testing in? Take me there." Zhao Qing was still holding the sketch Tongtong had drawn for her and walked out without putting it down.
Liu Yifeng was not a person who liked to meddle in other people's affairs, but Zhao Qing had been good to his son, waiving four years of tuition fees.
So, he decided to follow along and see what was happening, lest she get beaten by the parent.
The parents who could enroll here were all influential and wealthy, most of them accustomed to being domineering.
It wouldn't be strange for them to resort to violence. There was even a news report not long ago about a female driver in a luxury car rear-ending someone.
Not only did she fail to apologize to the driver of the car in front, but she also took advantage of her luxury car and slapped the male driver twice.
Although the male driver didn't let it slide and retaliated on the spot, stunning the female driver.
But from this, it could be seen that many people nowadays used their own advantages to bully the weak.
Although Director Zhao was the proprietor of this kindergarten, she still relied on the parents of the children attending here to make money.
Soon, a group of people arrived at the art class. Before even entering, they could hear a woman's arrogant voice: "Call your director here. I demand an explanation for this matter. How can my son's abstract painting be bad?
Even the teacher who taught him said my son is exceptionally talented. What right do you have to deny my son's painting? What are your standards?"
"Please calm down, madam. I am the kindergarten director. You can talk to me, but please do not yell at our teachers. They are acting according to the kindergarten's procedures." Zhao Qing walked in and said.
The woman glanced at Zhao Qing disdainfully upon hearing this. "You are the director? How do you plan to handle my son's matter?"
"Can I see your son's painting first?" Zhao Qing asked.
"Here, take it.
And let me tell you, my son is a future great painter. It is your honor to have him attend kindergarten here." The woman slapped the painting she was holding into Du Qing's hand.
Du Qing looked at the painting in her hand and involuntarily twitched the corner of her mouth. This was hardly a painting; it was clearly a mess.
And this was the result after hiring an art teacher. How dull must this child be?
However, seeing her mother's fiery and unreasonable demeanor, the child's intelligence wouldn't be much higher.
Liu Yifeng, standing nearby, also shook his head. Although abstract paintings could look a bit odd, they still retained a certain spirit.
But in this painting, he saw only random scribbles. He guessed that the child was just playing while painting, with no technique or skill whatsoever.
Even Tongtong couldn't help but say, "Daddy, this painting is so ugly!"
The woman was instantly furious upon hearing this. "Little brat, do you know how to speak? What right do you have to comment on my son's painting?"
"Madam, please speak civilly. Whether my son speaks well or not is his business.
But as for your son's painting, anyone with eyes can see that it's not good.
It's only because he's your son that you naturally think everything he paints is good.
But you can't be so unreasonable and harsh in the kindergarten because of this!" Liu Yifeng could tolerate insults directed at himself, but not at his son.
The woman had never been spoken to like this before, and what's more, dared to say her son's painting was bad. She raised her hand to hit Liu Yifeng.
She had entered with Liu Yifeng earlier, driving a broken-down van, and he dared to lecture her? Such a person deserved to be taught a lesson.
However, before her hand could strike, Liu Yifeng firmly grabbed her wrist. "Madam, hitting someone is a crime. If you don't want me to call the police, stop!" He then forcefully shook her hand away.
The woman also knew she was no match for a grown man, so she shifted her pressure to the director. She stomped her feet in anger. "Director, is this kindergarten a place where just anyone can come in? They want to study here? Hurry up and kick them out!"
Zhao Qing was not swayed by this tactic. She had dealt with all sorts of important figures.
If she was afraid of every parent, this kindergarten would have closed down long ago.
She said expressionlessly, "Madam, Tongtong is already a member of my kindergarten. You have no right to kick him out."
"Wh—what?" The woman couldn't believe her ears, then became furious. "Why can he attend school here? And why can't my son?"
"Because Tongtong passed our kindergarten's assessment, and your son did not!"
"Who knows if he really passed or if it was predetermined.
But there is absolutely nothing wrong with my son's painting.
If you don't let my son attend kindergarten here, I'll report you to the Education Bureau?"
"If your son's painting can be like Tongtong's, I will let him enroll." Zhao Qing displayed the sketch in her hand.
In fact, everyone present had already seen this painting, but they hadn't associated it with Tongtong, thinking it was the work of some master.
"How could this painting be drawn by a little kid like him? Director Zhao, you should find a better excuse. Do you think I'll believe you?" The woman said, full of disbelief.
"So, you also think this painting is very good?" Zhao Qing asked.
"A master's painting is certainly good, but my son is not bad either. With proper training, he can also paint this well in the future!" The woman said.
This was exactly what Zhao Qing wanted to hear. "Since you don't believe it, let these two children compete again. If your son's painting surpasses Tongtong's or is a draw, then I will let him study here.
Otherwise, please take your son and leave immediately!"
"And what if he paints better than this little brat? You must expel him." The woman didn't want her son to associate with poor children.
Zhao Qing agreed without hesitation. "Alright, it's settled then."
Because she trusted Tongtong, and she knew with certainty that Tongtong's painting would surpass that child a thousand times over, or even more.
"I'll set the topic. How about drawing a banana?" the woman asked.
Her son had loved eating bananas since he was young, so drawing bananas was the first thing he learned. In fact, few children his age could draw bananas better than him.
The reason he hadn't drawn a banana earlier was that she thought enrolling was a simple matter and there was no need to use his full strength from the start.
Now, she had no choice but to bring out her trump card.