Chapter 10 — Tieu Tam's Son Stole My Daughter's Work, I Revoked The Right To Operate The Group

“Shen Duong.”

“Don't force a child.”

I finally looked over at him.

“When my daughter was pointed out by others and called her a liar in public.”

“You said it was just a childish thing.”

“Now I'm just asking the child you're protecting a basic question.”

“Are you saying I force children?”

I stopped for a beat. Then look straight into his eyes.

“Deputy Thua Nghien.”

“Your justice…”

“Is it divided according to the child's last name?”

His lips tightened. No reply. Pho Canh Chu's fingers unconsciously scratched the microphone body. A while later. The new boy mumbled:

“The star... is the star.”

“Preschool... is preschool.”

“Why a star?”

I asked again.

“Because…”

The boy instinctively looked at To Man. To Man's eyes immediately darkened. She quickly interrupted:

“Canh Chu is too stressed today.”

“Miss Shen.”

“In front of so many cameras.”

“Do you have to make a child lose face?”

I pulled Tinh Mien a little closer to me.

“When you pushed her hand away.”

“When you called her a liar.”

“Why don't you think even a child would feel embarrassed?”

To Man's face turned pale. I lowered my head to look at Tinh Mien.

“Do you want to talk?”

Her palms were still sweaty. Since being scolded. I always hide my fingers in my sleeves. As if afraid that if you reach out your hand again... Someone else will push you away. I don't push it. A few seconds later. Tinh Mien nodded slightly. I put the microphone in front of my child. Tinh Mien looked at the robot. The voice was still shaking. But it's a lot clearer than before.

“Jin is my star.”

She said.

“In my name there is the word Tinh.”

“Mom used to say…”

“The night I was born.”

“There is no moon outside the hospital window.”

“There is only one very bright star.”

“Mom said I'm not anyone's companion.”

“You are a star that shines on your own.”

The sound under the stands gradually disappeared. Tinh Mien continued.

"And Nha is the kindergarten."

“Because this is the first thing I made myself.”

“Mom said…”

“The first sprout grows.”

“It doesn't have to be straight.”

“It doesn't have to be beautiful.”

“But it's something that actually emerges from the ground on its own.”

The child stopped. Eyes redder than before.

“I want to give it to mom.”

“Because mom always told me that…”

“You don't have to immediately become great.”

“Just need to grow little by little.”

At that moment, even the MC who was always trying to keep the press conference from collapsing quietly put down the script. I saw her eyes turn red. Deputy Canh Chu stood next to him. His face gradually turned from red to pale. Perhaps for the first time the boy realized... What he took away was not a toy that could help him stand out from the crowd. It's the mind that a child kept hidden for three months. It is a gift where every word and detail has its own origin. To Man gritted his teeth. But still refused to back down.

“It's normal for children to hear each other's ideas.”

“Maybe Tinh Mien had seen Canh Chu's work before and remembered wrongly.”

“Children's ability to express is inherently limited.”

"The fact that the child can speak so fluently now may not have been taught by adults first."

Just finished speaking. Tinh Mien's shoulders slightly curled again. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"At the time Just now you said she was lying.”

“Now it's said that she was taught by adults first.”

I looked at To Man.

“Director To.”

“Every sentence you say is trying to find your own way out.”

“But there is not a single sentence explaining why a person claiming to be the author cannot clearly state the origin of that name.”

To Man's lips moved slightly. But I didn't give her another chance to perform.

“Second question.”

I turned to Pho Canh Chu.

“The light ring on Tinh Nha's chest.”

“Why is it designed to flash according to the respiratory rate seven times?”

Pho Canh Chu was completely stunned. The boy didn't even know which light ring I was talking about. Look down at the robot for a moment. Then stammered:

“Because... because it's beautiful.”

Tinh Mien said softly:

“No.”

I don't answer for her. The child raised her head to look at me. It's like confirming whether I protected myself or not. I nodded. So she took half a step forward.

“Because I recorded it seven times.”

She said.

“The first time you spoke too fast.”

“The second time I burst out laughing.”

“The third time there was a fan sound.”

“The fourth time the dog barked.”

“The fifth time I forgot the words.”

“The sixth time I cried.”

“It wasn't until the seventh time that the recording was successful.”

“So I let it light up seven times.”

MC reflexively looked towards the robot's chest. Don't know since when. Phuong Viet had the technical staff connect the local adjustment screen. On the big screen. The birthday mode configuration file has been opened. A line of notes appears clearly: voice_take_count = 7 Below there is also a note line that is half Chinese and half childish phonetic: qici cai hao, song mama Only seven times, for mom. Under the stands. Someone took a sharp breath. Pho Canh Chu bowed his head. Say nothing more. In the end, To Man really panicked. She reached out to grab the MC's microphone.

“It's just a competition entry, there's no need to interrogate like a prisoner—”

I pushed her hand away.

“Third question.”

My voice was calmer than hers.

“Why is the study reminder module installed at eight o'clock in the evening?”

“And why is the reminder not to do homework but to drink soup?”

The last bit of blood on Pho Canh Chu's face also disappeared. The boy did not look at To Man. Nor did he look at Pho Thua Nghien. Like a child being pushed into the spotlight and reading all the lines wrong. The boy's lips trembled. Finally, in a low voice:

“I don't know…”

Stop for a moment. A choked voice burst out:

“Mom said I just need to read the manuscript.”

To Man suddenly shouted:

“Canh Chu!”

But it was too late. That statement... Sharper than any evidence I have ever given. It tore away the layer of dignity that everyone had just tried so hard to maintain. I lowered my head to look at Tinh Mien. The baby didn't smile. Not gloating either. I just quietly looked at my robot. Tears finally fell. But she's no longer hiding behind me. I squatted down. Use a voice loud enough for only your child to hear.

“Tinh Mien.”

“I never lied.”

The child nodded. Tears fell onto the pale blue dress. I stood up. Get the tablet and connect it to the big screen.

“If the author cannot answer…”

I said calmly.

“So let's look at the original file creation time.”

Original File Clearly Lists My Daughter's Name The moment the big screen switches interface. To Man immediately rushed forward want to cover it. But Phuong Viet is faster than her. He stood next to the console. Fingers type a few times on the keyboard. The screen that was originally used to show a new product promotion video immediately transformed into a local file retrieval interface. I do not use any illegal tricks. These documents were originally saved on the home lab's cloud drive in my name. There is also a backup copy in the original file attachment of the Tinh Hoa Children's Creativity contest registration system. As the contest organizer and core technology licensing rights holder. I have the right to request a review of a work that is subject to a claim of impersonation. I opened the first folder. The folder name appears clearly on the screen: TinhMien_TinhNha_Qua SinhNhatForMom Created time: Three months ago. All the lenses in the stands simultaneously turned towards the big screen. I don't add anything. Also don't try to create emotions. Simply open each file one by one. The first file is a scanned sketch. On the paper is a picture of a round-headed robot. Next to it is a scribbled message: Mom, don't go hungry after work. Below is a line written in pencil: Remind mom to drink soup at eight o'clock. The handwriting is very immature. Many features still tremble. Exactly like the handwriting in Tinh Mien's daily exercise book. To Man immediately spoke up:

“When children draw robots, they all look similar.”

“You can't just rely on one drawing to confirm that it's hers.”

“Of course it's impossible.”

I open the second file. It is the first version of the 3D printed outer shell model. star_shell_v1_failed Failed version. The right side of the model has a small concave area.