HBWMA -Chapter 180 The Helpful Shen Guiling

“Father Ge, Father Han, this way please.”

Principal Huang smiled warmly as he led the two men in priestly robes forward, followed by a group of school administrators.

The two priests were of average build with kind expressions, occasionally exchanging a few words with Principal Huang. Reporters carrying long lenses and cameras jostled with one another, each trying to capture the best angle.

A large group moved through the corridor in a grand procession and entered the central garden.

Principal Huang pointed at the red honor boards suspended in midair and introduced them seriously. “Please look. This is a century-old tradition of our Yucai School. In ancient times, newly ranked scholars would have their names listed and leap through the Dragon Gate; today, Yucai’s red boards cultivate future pillars of society.”

As he spoke, the eyes of the two priests and the reporters’ cameras were drawn toward the red boards.

The principal looked proud. “Yucai has a hundred years of history and is highly regarded by the nation. We understand that educational resources must not be biased. Here, we treat every talented student fairly, never forgetting our original mission, striving to nurture the brightest future stars for the country!”

As soon as he finished, enthusiastic applause broke out.

Suddenly, someone noticed something wrong and raised a hand. “Principal Huang, why is the order of the Grade 10 red board reversed?”

Reversed?

Principal Huang froze slightly. He looked closely—and it really was hung upside down.

It wasn’t a big issue. Remaining composed, he said calmly, “Ah, this is a small mistake on our part. Please look over there. After continuous optimization of our curriculum and experimental reforms, our teachers have developed a teaching model far superior to the traditional one. These are our results.”

“Wow! Nearly perfect scores!”

The reporters immediately shifted their attention to the outstanding results of the advanced class and began snapping photos and taking notes frantically.

The principal quietly exhaled in relief. He tugged at his assistant and said with a fake smile, “Who was responsible for hanging the red boards for Grade 10 today? Give them a demerit.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And also,” the principal maintained his dignified tone, “cut that part just now where I said it was a mistake. It must not be broadcast.”

The assistant: “……”

After collecting materials, the reporters raised their hands again. “Principal Huang, could we invite the top student from the advanced class for a short interview?”

Principal Huang glanced at the name at the top of the list and smiled. “Was this part of the schedule?”

The reporter replied, “It wasn’t, but we think adding a student interview would make the coverage more complete and persuasive. Of course, it would also help promote your school’s contributions to education in our country.”

Hearing this, Principal Huang nodded. “I see. Please wait a moment, I’ll arrange it.”

With that, he subtly signaled his assistant.

While the reporters organized their materials, the principal led the two priests to inspect the red boards. The church’s annual educational donations were substantial, and this was essentially a progress report to their sponsors.

Father Han nodded. “Not bad. Indeed far beyond other institutions. On behalf of the countless believers of the Heavenly Grace Church, I extend my respect to all the teachers of Yucai.”

The principal waved modestly. “You flatter us.”

At that moment, the assistant squeezed through the crowd and gave him a signal. The principal immediately asked the vice principal to continue hosting the tour and stepped aside with the assistant.

“How did Shen Lanxi respond?” he asked.

The assistant looked troubled. “Shen Lanxi said he doesn’t like being in the spotlight.”

How is this being in the spotlight?

“……”

The principal wanted to curse but couldn’t. He compromised. “Did you ask Zhou Yanheng? He seems easier to talk to.”

The assistant replied, “Zhou Yanheng said if Shen Lanxi, the top student, isn’t going, then going as second place would just be embarrassing.”

“……”

Alright, alright. These top students really misuse idioms like this?

The principal waved his hand in frustration. “Forget it. Tell the media to just take more photos of the campus scenery as filler.”

“Wait, Principal, I’m not done yet,” the assistant quickly stopped him. “On my way out of the classroom, I ran into Shen Guiling again. He agreed.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

The principal’s gloomy expression instantly turned into excitement. “Shen Guiling is back? Wasn’t the exchange student at Meilian High supposed to stay until the end of the semester?”

The assistant shook his head. “I don’t know. I heard he already completed all his credits early.”

“Wow!”

Principal Huang was stunned.

Meilian High was a globally affiliated elite school, filled with geniuses from all over the world. Unlike Yucai’s customized talent training system, Meilian focused on academic domination. For Shen Guiling to complete his credits early among such “monster-level” peers—he was even more of a monster himself.

But better early than late; the school’s next funding cycle was looking promising.

The principal sighed emotionally. “After three years, the one who still enjoys helping others is Shen Guiling. Tell the media to prepare—say the situation was sudden, and we only managed to contact the third place.”

This was a strategy: if even third place was this impressive, how strong must the top two be?

The assistant nodded and went to relay the instructions to the reporters word for word.

The reporters were somewhat disappointed. They had just learned that the top-ranked student was the young heir of the Shen family. That heir rarely appeared in public—if they could interview him, the issue would sell itself.

Seeing their lack of enthusiasm, the assistant kindly reminded them, “By the way, please turn off your microphones first.”

Everyone was confused. They were still adjusting them—why turn them off?

At that moment, a clear, low, and slightly deep voice rang out from within the crowd.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

The voice fell, and a young man with a faint smile walked into the crowd.

Before anyone could react—

“AHHHHHHHH!!!”

Screams erupted first from both sides of the teaching buildings, piercing the ears.

“It’s Shen Guiling! Shen Guiling is back!!!”

No one knew who shouted it first, but in an instant, the previously scattered corridor was completely flooded with people.