The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 1080 The Truth About Plagiarism

At this point, the teacher spoke up, "You two parents need to figure this out as soon as possible. All the other children have submitted their work, and we need to review and grade it quickly."

Shen Qing looked at the other person.

“Then start with your child. Let him explain why he painted this picture and what it means.”

"Why should we speak first? Why didn't you let your son speak first? I think you don't have the guts. It was your son who copied my son's work."

"Nonsense. So many people are watching; it's not appropriate for you to make false accusations here."

"Who framed you? It was clearly your son who framed my son."

"Ha!" Shen Qing chuckled coldly. She trusted Kang Kang completely. "Alright, then let my son explain his purpose in painting this picture and its meaning."

"Then tell your son to speak quickly!"

"We said yes, but you have to avoid it."

"Why should I avoid it?"

“Because I’m not sure if your son will mimic my son’s narration when it’s his turn to speak,” Shen Qing said.

"Who cares about imitating you?"

“I don’t care, please step aside. I want my son to tell the teachers and parents here. But you and your son can’t listen.”

At this point, some parents spoke up, "Ziyang's father, why don't you take your child aside for a moment? Don't waste time, because we also need to wait for the teacher to announce our child's grades!"

"Yes, since you all say you didn't copy each other, you must have your own reasons for painting this picture. Just explain it one by one."

The teacher standing nearby also spoke up, "Ziyang's father, why don't you take your child and wait over there for a while?"

"Fine, I'll wait then. Who's afraid of who?"

After they left, Shen Qing looked at Kang Kang and asked, "Kang Kang, tell me your purpose in painting this picture and what its meaning is?"

"it is good!"

Kang Kang stood in front of the competition stage, his small body straight, his face showing a composure beyond his years, but his eyes were just like his father, who was decisive and efficient in the business world, clear yet revealing an undeniable seriousness.

He gripped the paintbrush tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white, but his voice was exceptionally clear and loud enough for the judges and parents in the audience to hear.

"Hello everyone, my name is Kang Kang, and I am nine years old." He first introduced himself politely, and then gently pointed to the brightly colored painting behind him.

"The painting I drew is called 'My Sun and My Kite'," Kang Kang said with a touch of childlike pride.

He paused, his clear eyes scanning the painting, and continued, "Many people say my dad is a 'tyrant'... uh, a very powerful person. He's very busy, always on the phone and in meetings. I know he's working hard for our family, just like the big sun in the painting, bringing us warmth and a sense of security."

"And Mom, she's like the gentlest light next to the sun, always waiting for Dad and me at home."

He smiled and said, “Before, I always felt that my father’s world was very big, with many people and many things. Sometimes I would worry that my mother and I were just a tiny little thing in his heart.”

A few kind chuckles came from the audience, but they quickly quieted down, drawn in by the child's sincere words.

"And my sister, we help each other. We play together. I love her very much, and she loves me very much too."

“So, I drew this picture to tell Dad,” Kang Kang’s voice suddenly became a little solemn, “you don’t always have to be so ‘amazing,’ you don’t always have to be the big sun that shines on everyone. In my heart, you and Mom together are my warmest sun. When I was little, being held in your arms, I had the whole world.”

“As for the kites in the sky,” he pointed to the crooked kite, his eyes lighting up, “that represents me! Like a kite, I will grow up and want to see farther places. But I hope that my parents will never let go of the string. No matter how high or far I fly, I know that you will always be the place I want to come back to.”

“I drew this picture to let my dad know that I don’t need him to become someone else. I just need him to bend down like in the picture, listen to me, and hug me occasionally. I also want to tell him that I love him, my sister, and my mom. The four of us together make the best family.”

After saying that, Kang Kang took a deep breath, as if he had completed a very important task.

He looked at the judges and the audience, his eyes showing no fear, only pure expression and expectation.

There was a few seconds of silence in the audience, followed by enthusiastic applause.

At this moment, Shen Qing also shed tears.

At this point, the teacher spoke up, "Alright, Kang Kang did a great job. Now it's Zi Yang's turn to speak."

The teacher called Ziyang and his father, who were outside.

"Ziyang, please tell us the significance of your painting."

Ziyang lowered his eyes.

"Ziyang, tell me quickly, what is the significance of your painting?"

Ziyang remained silent for a long time.

"Ziyang, you'd better hurry up, everyone's work is waiting to be graded!"

"I……"

"Son, I'll let everyone know that it was that person who plagiarized you."

"Dad, actually I plagiarized someone else's work," Ziyang said, head down.

"What? Son, how is this possible? Don't you practice drawing every day? How could you plagiarize someone else? Don't be afraid. Speak up and tell me the meaning of this painting."

"Dad, I can't explain it. I really did copy someone else's work."

"you……"

"Alright, since Ziyang has admitted that he plagiarized Kang Kang's work, then Ziyang's work is invalid in this drawing competition."

Shen Qing looked at Ziyang's father and smiled slightly.

Those who were just arguing with her have now been proven wrong.

Ziyang's father suddenly spoke up, "What are you so proud of? Even if your son drew it himself, he might not have won an award. All this time has been wasted."

Shen Qing curled the corners of her lips. "It doesn't matter whether my son wins the award or not, as long as he drew it seriously. Unlike some people who don't educate their children properly and plagiarize others' work."

"Stop making excuses for your son not winning the award. Just take the child and leave now, or you'll embarrass yourself if he doesn't win."

"You're the one who should be ashamed now. You're the one who should be leaving. Even if we don't win the prize, we still have the right to participate in the competition. Now your child doesn't even have the right to participate."

"What's the use of having the qualifications to participate in the competition if you still can't win an award? What are you so smug about?"

Then the teacher spoke up, "Now we will announce the first to third prize winners of this drawing competition."

All the parents turned to look.