Shudu Youth Palace is located on the west first ring road, covering an area of ​​dozens of acres.

This place hosts various activities all year round, especially those organized by the Provincial Youth League Committee.

Usually, there are exhibitions or various training activities here.

Many educational and training institutions are located here, which looks both high-end and stylish.

Because of the Shuchuan Youth Art Competition, it is more lively today than usual. The parking lot is full of cars, with good and bad people coming and going.

When Shen Chong and the other two got out of the car, he and Li Hongmu had a wink, so that the bodyguards would not have to follow too tightly.

With him next to him, Xinxin's safety is guaranteed and there is no need to make the show too much.

He doesn't want to be too independent and unconventional.

Feng Chuxue was familiar with this place, so she led the way, and the three of them walked around the path through the crowd and entered inside.

Along the way, children are old and young, and most of them are carved with paint on their backs and look full of confidence.

Xinxin looked at the many older children along the way, much more mature and taller than herself, and she was surprisingly nervous.

With a little force on the holding hand, Shen Chong felt Xinxin's mood change. He gently pinched Xinxin's palm and smiled, "Xinxin, are you afraid?"

Xinxin looked up at the drawing board on Feng Chuxue's back, and then looked at her father. Her pink smile suddenly turned red, "I...I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid at all!"

Shen Chong amused her with such a slutty look and said with a smile: "Actually, my father was nervous before every time he participated in a competition or exam when he was a child."

Xinxin looked up at Shen Chong with an incredible face, "Ah? Dad is also afraid?"

In her heart, Dad is omnipotent and is the most powerful superman in the world.

Xinxin couldn't understand what he said suddenly when he heard his father say this.

She didn't realize that this question really made her admit that she was afraid.

Shen Chong nodded, "Of course I will be scared. Everyone will be scared. We all have things and things that we are afraid of."

Xinxin thought for a while, "Dad, what are you most afraid of?"

Shen Chong smiled, "I'm afraid that Xinxin, you will be sick, you will be unhappy, you will not study hard..."

"Ah... Dad, you're afraid of me!"

Shen Chong patted her on the shoulder, "Yes, so Xinxin, you're going to compete soon, or compete with teenagers. It's normal to be afraid. Look, they are so much taller than you, how small your hand you hold a paintbrush, how big their hand. If it were me, you would be afraid."

Xinxin's face stopped flushing, she clenched her fists stubbornly and said, "Yes... I'm sorry, dad, I don't want to be afraid either."

Shen Chong shook his head, "Why do you say sorry? You did not do anything wrong. Fear is an emotion, we have it when we were born. Because we know how to be afraid, we can try our best to change ourselves and become no longer afraid. We will overcome whatever we are afraid of. Isn't this great? As long as we do not hide because of fear, but bravely participate in the competition, we will succeed. Look at dad, although we are afraid that Xinxin, you will get sick, but how can we never get sick in our lifetime? But even if Xinxin, you are sick one day, we go to the hospital to see a doctor and cure the disease?"

Xinxin raised her head and clenched her fist hard, "Yeah!"

Feng Chuxue next to him wanted to give Shen Chong a thumbs up. Mr. Shen’s quick thinking when teaching children is, I won’t talk about it anymore.

"What were you just talking about? Teenagers?"

At this moment, a big face suddenly popped up next to Shen Chong. This was a greasy middle-aged woman with her face full of gossip.

She asked in surprise while pointing her finger at Xinxin.

Shen Chong didn't like to get close to strangers, and was a little impatient, "Yes, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged woman gasped and looked back at her child beside her. A fat young Dun'er, who was nearly 1.6 meters tall and strong, looked at Xinxin again, "But your child doesn't look like a teenager!"

Shen Chong rolled his eyes, "Who said my child is in his teens? Where did you have so many things?"

The middle-aged woman thought for a few seconds and finally realized her reaction and screamed loudly, "Your child looks at most six or seven years old. Is it your teenager group?"

Shen Chong asked back, "Yes. Isn't it possible? What's your business?"

Feng Chuxue next to him quickly pulled his sleeve.

Strictly speaking, this is really impossible.

Although there is no explicit regulation in the registration form, it is just because it is almost impossible for someone to skip the grade in a youth art competition like this.

However, when registering in detail, the staff will still ask the applicant to show a household registration certificate and check his age.

Mainly to prevent overage players from bullying the young, but six-year-old children sign up for the 10-14-year-old teenagers will usually be rejected.

After all, this is too ridiculous and it is not a business.

Otherwise, when the judges score, others will come up with decent works, but a six-year-old child draws a ghost-drawing peach talisman, wouldn’t it be a joke?

Originally, Feng Chuxue planned to bring Xinxin into the competition venue quietly. When the game started, others were fully focused on painting. Even if someone secretly said something was wrong, it would not make a big fuss.

After all, other parents do not want to affect their children's performance. When the final result comes out, even if Xinxin performs abnormally, she will not be worse than other children. Her level is there, so naturally no one can talk.

Unfortunately, human calculations are not as good as God's calculations, so Shen Chong let it go outside in advance.

This is amazing.

The greasy middle-aged woman took a deep breath and raised her tone octave. "Why don't you care about me? My child is thirteen years old and eight months old this year. He has been studying under Master Zhuo of Southwest Academy of Arts for six years. This year, Master Zhuo allowed my child to come out to participate in the competition. We have worked so many years for the child, just thinking about the regular competition and want to prove ourselves. Your baby is here at the age of five or six. What does it mean?"

Shen Chong rolled his eyes and was really convinced.

This is a middle-aged woman. You were a gossip formation in your previous life!

He protected Xinxin behind him, "It's not interesting. My child will join the group if he has the best. You don't care!"

Greasy middle-aged woman is obviously a tough guy who has not suffered a defeat in the vegetable market for many years. She is definitely a good guy to challenge trouble.

There is no such word "coward" in her life creed.

"What do I have to do with it? Since our child has participated in the competition, of course he has the right to supervise the fairness of the competition! Everyone will judge it. Look at what this is called? Look at this family, this child is only over four years old! He actually competes with our teenage children? Isn't this funny?"

Her loud voice was like a treble, deafening.

The attention of the surrounding crowd was immediately attracted.

The difference between Xinxin's size and the fat junior high school student next to her is too great, and she really feels inconsistent.

Shen Chong was convinced too.

This greasy aunt has a routine.

When I got close to him for the first time, I asked Xinxin if she was six or seven years old.

Later, as I talked, I became five or six years old.

Now, in order to enhance the hatred value and stimulate others' shared hatred, she has actually dropped to four years old!

I want a sixty-year-old man, and I can rejuvenate myself if I chat with you for a few more days!

Seeing that the momentum was already in place, the greasy aunt said loudly again: "What can a child three or four years old draw? Everyone asks themselves and think about it. How much energy and effort have we spent to learn painting with the children? Finally, we waited for a provincial competition of the Youth League Committee. We worked hard to prepare for this competition for several months. This family is going to bring children to run every family? Do you want your children's efforts and scribbled things together?"

“It makes sense.”

“There is something wrong with this game.”

"My friend, shouldn't you fill out the wrong registration form? Otherwise, now you will talk to the organizing committee and change your child to a group under six years old?"

"My friend is not asking for trouble, nor is it because I look down on your children. To be honest, our children have been studying for at least five years, and even nearly ten years. Your children are only so old, and it is not good to play with us. Losing too badly is not good for children's growth."

Everyone came up one after another, saying a word to me.

Some people say it badly, while others understand it, but in short, it is to highlight one that is not optimistic about and hope that Shen Chong will withdraw from the competition obediently and not to embarrass people.

Grandma Shen's lips were so angry that her lips were trembling. She really wanted to use her punch to make the greasy middle-aged aunt's face.

Feng Chuxue grabbed him tightly from the side.

No matter how quarrels, you must not really hit someone, otherwise things will only get bigger and bigger, and Xinxin may be disqualified from participating.

However, Shen Chong's grin and almost furious look was still effective.

The greasy aunt was obviously only good at talking. Seeing that the tall and powerful father Shen had a tendency to hit people, he thought that his man was not there, and he didn't want his son to get involved, so he shrank back two steps.

She was about to leave and said harshly before leaving, "I will definitely not accept this matter anyway. When I go in later, I will ask the people from the organizing committee to understand what's going on!"

"Yes! We want to report it!"

There was a slut in the crowd who was not interested in watching the fun and shouted quietly, and indeed many people agreed.

Shen Chong took a deep breath, thinking that Xinxin was by his side and he couldn't do it. This topic would make Xinxin unhappy after chatting for a long time, so he turned around and hugged Xinxin and was about to leave.

At this moment, Li Hongmu and other groups of bodyguards came up from behind. The tall and large black short-sleeved T-shirt men stood there and separated the crowd from Shen Chong.

The original noisy scene instantly silenced. Even the arrogant emperor saw the awesome look of these sunglasses bodyguards, and the well-shaped muscles on their shoulders. Even Sanpao couldn't make a fuss and was timid.

This group of parents understand that this family really has a background and has a very big background.

"Xinxin, let's go, don't pay attention to them."

Shen Chong took a deep breath and for the sake of our baby, I will spare you.

He pulled Xinxin, turned around and left.

The group walked out several steps, and Xinxin finally said quietly: "Dad, they don't want me to participate in the competition."

Shen Chong thought that the group of sluts just now might have made Xinxin unhappy and was about to say something to coax her.

Unexpectedly, Xinxin squeezed her right fist tightly and said, "Dad, you said that they want me to be scared, but I am not afraid! I am not afraid of them! I must win! If I want to win, they will not say that I can't do it anymore. I will not allow others to talk to my dad like this!"

The little girl's fists were pinched so tightly, and her cheeks were biting so bulgingly.
Chapter completed!