HBWMA -Chapter 235 A Puppet Being Controlled

“Look, look—they’re about to start fighting!”

From a distance, Su Miao saw Jiang Huashan grab a stack of papers and fling them straight at Fu Xiaoxiao’s face. She couldn’t have been more delighted.

The commotion quickly grew louder, drawing more and more students on the playground to gather and watch. Even the filming crew staff were pushed to the outer edges of the crowd.

“Let’s go,” Zhou Qishan said, clearly uninterested in watching the spectacle.

Su Miao, however, was thrilled. “How could we miss such an exciting show? Come on, let’s get to the front!”

She completely ignored what Zhou Qishan said, slipping through the crowd like a loach. The students at the front were annoyed at someone cutting in line to watch, but when they saw it was Su Miao, they quietly stepped aside.

After pushing through countless obstacles, Su Miao finally reached the front row of the drama.

Fu Xiaoxiao’s face twisted in anger. Jiang Huashan actually dared to slap her with those papers?! Furious, she bent down to pick up the report from the ground, ready to throw it back.

But the moment she raised her hand, her expression froze.

Patient name: Su Miao.

Fu Xiaoxiao instantly felt like an overinflated balloon about to explode.

Grinding her teeth, she roared, “Jiang Huashan, is there something wrong with your brain? That’s Su Miao’s psychiatric diagnosis you just threw!!!”

“?”

Su Miao froze, a huge question mark practically appearing above her head.

In an instant, everyone’s gaze shifted toward Su Miao, who had been enjoying the show from the front line.

So the young lady of the Su family is mentally ill too?

What’s going on with these wealthy families lately—mass-producing mental patients?

Zhou Qishan had already squeezed her way beside Su Miao. Seeing her become the target of everyone’s attention, she immediately spoke up in defense. “This has nothing to do with us. Jiang Huashan, don’t go too far.”

“Ahem.” Su Miao tugged at Zhou Qishan, then stepped forward and snatched the report from Fu Xiaoxiao’s hands.

Earlier, Su Miao and Jiang Huashan had already made an agreement—Jiang Huashan would keep Su Miao’s genetic test results a secret, and in return, Su Miao would keep Jiang Huashan’s “mental illness” a secret.

Su Miao had a strong sense of keeping her word, and with a hint of public acknowledgment, she said, “Oh, this report is mine.”

Zhou Qishan froze, staring at Su Miao in disbelief.

She was actually taking the fall for Jiang Huashan like this?!

Fu Xiaoxiao snatched the report back again. “Are you crazy? What does this have to do with you?”

Su Miao grabbed it back once more. “Are you blind? Didn’t you see my name on it? I’m the one involved!”

“…!” Fu Xiaoxiao was so furious she couldn’t even argue back properly. Pointing at Su Miao, she snapped, “Fine! You’re all admitting it, right? Let’s go! We’re going to the principal’s office. If the school doesn’t give us an explanation, I’ll have the school inspectors shut this place down tomorrow!”

“Who’s shutting down the school?”

Huo Zhenhua appeared from the crowd, his shiny scalp catching the light. Dressed in his usual Zhongshan suit, he looked as stern—and as sleazy—as ever.

Fu Xiaoxiao didn’t take a mere dean of discipline seriously at all. Pointing at Jiang Huashan and the others, she said, “Teacher, just in time—this group is full of lunatics. Expel them immediately.”

Seeing how arrogant Fu Xiaoxiao was, Xiao Lanlan felt reassured. The bigger the scene, the better it was for her—ideally, the entire upper-class circle would hear about it. And since Fu Xiaoxiao was the one charging at the front, she herself could stay completely out of it.

Huo Zhenhua nodded perfunctorily, then turned to Shen Mianzhi and spoke in a gentle tone, “Student Shen, if this escalates, it won’t be good for you or the school. How about we go to the disciplinary office and discuss it first?”

Shen Mianzhi looked at the sea of people surrounding her, her fingers curling slightly.

“Okay…”

Before the word had fully left her lips, someone interrupted—

“You can’t go.”

Jiang Huashan stepped forward, shielding Shen Mianzhi behind her, lifting her chin as she blocked all the strange and judgmental gazes for her.

“If you go, this won’t be explainable anymore. Trying to cover it up will only make people speculate with the worst possible intentions. It has to be made clear here.”

Shen Mianzhi’s eyelids trembled as she looked up at the girl in front of her.

Huo Zhenhua felt his temples throb. The one standing before him was a troublemaker among troublemakers—someone who only created the wildest chaos. The moment she made a move, a muddy puddle could instantly turn into a cesspit.

Seeing the crowd growing larger and larger, Huo Zhenhua had no choice but to put on a stern front. “Jiang Huashan! That’s enough! Are you the teacher, or am I the teacher?”

Jiang Huashan replied, “Mr. Huo, I’m actually thinking for your sake. You usually cut corners and avoid trouble—how come at a critical moment like this, you suddenly get muddle-headed? Take my advice: just keep doing what you’ve always done—go through the motions and leave the way you came.”

“…”

Those words…

Huo Zhenhua felt like he’d been slapped twice in public. Just as he was about to scold her, Jiang Huashan’s tone suddenly turned cold.

“Otherwise, the Shen family will teach you exactly how to write the word ‘regret.’”

Huo Zhenhua’s expression shifted slightly. Jiang Huashan’s record spoke for itself—she had never lost. She was definitely not someone to be provoked.

He coughed awkwardly. “Then how do you want to handle this?”

Fu Xiaoxiao was stunned. Has he gone mad?! Since when does a teacher ask a student what to do?

Jiang Huashan’s expression softened a little. She turned to Su Miao. “Miss Su, could you please explain to everyone how this report came about?”

Su Miao’s emotions were complicated. After a brief hesitation, she stepped forward and raised the examination report in her hand.

“That’s right, this report is indeed mine—but! I’m not mentally ill. This was a diagnosis issued by a psychiatrist named Xiao Zhi from Jinghe’s psychology department. He deliberately fabricated a fake medical record to use as leverage to curry favor with the Su family. Fortunately, my grandfather noticed in time, so we weren’t deceived. What I’m saying is the truth. If you don’t believe me, you can check for yourselves.”

Everyone quickly reacted and looked at the two reports on the ground—the attending doctor listed was indeed Xiao Zhi.

Su Miao’s explanation was logical and well-supported, and she even brought up the Su family’s patriarch. For a moment, the crowd half-believed her.

Xiao Lanlan hadn’t expected the situation to be smoothed over like this. After a moment’s hesitation, she picked up the report from the ground and, with a gentle smile, looked at Shen Mianzhi behind Jiang Huashan.

“Zhizhi, since it’s just a misunderstanding, you could’ve just explained it. You didn’t say anything, so of course people would misunderstand.”

She paused, her tone softening. “Actually, no one really cares about your condition. Even if it were true, since we’re classmates, I’m sure everyone would understand. So what exactly is the truth? Shouldn’t you also explain it to everyone? Just like Sister Su did—openly and honestly.”

All eyes turned to Shen Mianzhi.

“Yeah, Su Miao already explained. Shouldn’t you explain too?”

Shen Mianzhi lifted her head. After a brief hesitation, she slowly spoke, “I wasn’t misdiagnosed, I…”

The moment those words came out, the crowd erupted again.

Su Miao stared at Shen Mianzhi in disbelief. She had never imagined someone could be this hopeless—truly something you only see after living long enough.

Shen Mianzhi’s face turned pale as she looked around in panic.

No… that wasn’t right. She had just been controlled.

That wasn’t what she wanted to say. She wanted to explain.

If she were labeled as mentally ill, the Shen family would also be disgraced. She didn’t want to become the shame of her family!

Looking at the disappointed and condemning gazes around her, the world inside her mind began to collapse bit by bit.

Her order. Her beliefs.

She didn’t know what to do. Her eyes searched frantically through the crowd.

—Who can save me? Who can tell me what I should do?