Chapter 531: 530: From Young to Old (6)

Even the director of instruction had seen Bo Yan and Xia Siyu’s films. At first, he tried to be stern, “Quiet, quieter!”

When he realized no one was paying attention to him, he ran over as well and complained, “Don’t crowd around them!”

But how was he supposed to squeeze in with everyone already circled around?

Beyond that, he was also a bit puzzled. Had Bo Yan and the others come quietly to record some variety show? Had any part of his conduct been inappropriate earlier?

It was Bo Yan who stepped in to restore order. He raised his voice, “Everyone! Quiet down for a moment and listen to me!”

Bo Yan proved himself a true teacher, knowing how to quickly calm a chaotic classroom and take command.

A group of fangirls immediately paused, their faces flushed as they looked at him, unsure if it was from excitement or something else.

“Xia Siyu and I are filming at a nearby movie center. We heard about Hope Primary School, but the director and crew members didn’t have time to come, so they sent us to show our support.”

With one sentence, he explained the purpose of their visit and also clarified his relationship with Xia Siyu.

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Since it was a donation, and they were there on behalf of the crew, there was no show involved, nor was it any singular action on their part.

Relieved, the director made his way through the crowd and asked, “Since Mr. Bo and Miss Xia are here, why didn’t you notify us first?”

Bo Yan calmly replied, “We didn’t want to disturb everyone, so we deliberately kept it low-key. We also ask everyone to please not post about our visit or the crew’s donations on Weibo or WeChat Moments. This isn’t some publicity stunt or promotion; it’s simply a casual visit.”

His explanation made sense. Many artists show up to give support, often just to build an image or create hype. But acting on it, making donations, and asking for nothing in return, that’s what true support looks like, that’s what good people do!

Thinking this, the admiration in the other teachers’ eyes only grew.

The director added his instruction, “Did you hear that? Don’t post on Moments or Weibo.” Turning back, he asked, “But we can take photos, right?”

Bo Yan nodded, “That’s fine.”

The director asked again, “Now that Mr. Bo is here, do you have anything you’d like to say to the students and teachers?”

Bo Yan smiled, “Don’t call me ‘Mr. Bo,’ I used to be a teacher too, although it was only for a few months.”

Bo Yan had once been a lecturer at N University. Although that too was a teaching role, it was quite different from an elementary school, and the crowd humbly responded, “We wouldn’t dare.”

“Actually, I don’t have much to say. The kids are all great. It’s just that there are some small details that could use some improvement. For example, the children are hungry after their classes at noon, so let them eat first.”

The director nodded repeatedly and then looked at Xia Siyu, “And what about Miss Xia?”

Xia Siyu was quite blunt, “Just to say, cut down on the unnecessary talk. Eating and studying are more important than anything else. Don’t bother with that formalistic nonsense, reciting poems and singing songs—better to spend that time studying. And the cafeteria, usually the food is deathly bland. Did the chef get an adrenaline shot today or what? Also, how come what you ate just now looked different from ours? What did you have? Different meals? Are you trying to be special?”

Wei Jingjing tugged at Xia Siyu’s clothes, unimpressed by her rant. “Why are you pulling at me? I’m not done yet!”