The principal of No. 1 Middle School, Liang Xing, gently patted Liu Feifan's shoulder. The two were like brothers, their fine spiritual power vibrating through the air, directly transmitting the voice into his ear:

"Liu Feifan, your head is getting balder and balder. Next year, will you be completely bald?"

Principal Liu Feifan also hugged Liang Xing tightly, completing the courtesy with a bright smile, and likewise transmitted: "Liang Xing, are you pregnant? I can hardly believe that a Five-star Spirit Master who once continued fighting even when half his body was taken out by the Demon Race can now lose control of his body, falling to the point where his belly is about to burst his belt. Next year won't we have to congratulate you on having a child in old age?"

"Ha, your skills with words haven't declined, but it's no wonder. After all, this year your Experimental School's freshmen aren't ideal compared to our No. 1 Middle School. In two years, the quota for the points competition will be handed over to others. How else can you let out your frustration?"

"Tut tut tut, when did you master fortune-telling, Old Liang? The competition hasn't started, but you know the answer? Moreover, why don't you mention this year and next year's quota, is it because you're uncertain?"

Sparks seemed to fly between the two as their eyes crossed.

But the verbal sparring ended there.

Because at this moment, several distinguished-looking guests approached the two principals.

When they were captured on screen and appeared on the big screen, the atmosphere below rose instantly.

At the same time.

In the Experimental School's lounge.

Wang Dawei sat on the sofa, patting Lin Guang's shoulder beside him, with a face full of excitement watching the screen in the lounge, but only mumbling "woo woo mm hmm" sounds.

Of course, Lin Guang, familiar with this guy, knows who he's excited for.

The woman beside No. 1 Middle School's principal Liang Xing, wearing a black trench coat with a cool temperament, named Han Lingxi, is a Five-star Spirit Master and the leader of the "Swift Eagle Daoist School." Though not the top among leaders, her special aura and distinctive looks earn her many fans both online and offline; any program she appears on sees an increase in viewership by several percentage points.

On the other side, there's a middle-aged man with a kind demeanor, dressed in a pure black suit, and sporting an old-fashioned slicked-back hairstyle. As people seated themselves, he sat next to Principal Liu Feifan of the Experimental School, with a nameplate on the table before him bearing the large words "Hua Bo."

He is the most heavyweight guest this time—the leader of the "Earth Daoist School."

Emerging undefeated in the same tier for decades, he is hailed as Fenghai Province's strongest Daoist School leader.

Also a Five-star Spirit Master, even the past non-bald Liu Feifan, before becoming principal, could not compare in logic.

Besides this, he is not just a famous philanthropist, with the Hua Bo Charity Foundation under his banner, but also an educational patron who established scholarships in his name, and the honorary president of Zhen Sheng City's Spirit Beast protection organization, having invested in the construction of many Spirit Beast conservation bases.

In short, perhaps someone in Zhen Sheng City doesn't know the mayor's name but certainly knows Hua Bo's name.

With these two highly topical Daoist School leaders present, it's conceivable this year's exchange match will achieve unprecedented topic attention and viewership on the internet.

Principal Liu Feifan likely didn't expect his decades-old friendship to be used so thoroughly against him, yet he managed to invite this esteemed individual to watch the match. The magnitude of his pressure was as obvious as his slightly stiff smile.

After a simple opening remark, Liu Feifan actively handed the microphone to Hua Bo.

Taking the microphone, Hua Bo stood up with a smile, his body as straight and towering as a Golden Birch Tree; he briefly spoke, mostly polite remarks, but his gentle and steady voice accompanied by his gentlemanly face that charmed both young and old brought the entire audience to their feet and applause.

Lin Guang naturally was no exception, looking towards Hua Bo with a trace of familiarity and nostalgia.

It wasn't just because ten years ago, during the Demon Race invasion, Hua Bo took the lead, standing at the forefront against the Demon Race, killing countless demons.

But also because Lin Guang had seen Hua Bo once.

At that time, he was still in the orphanage, not only not yet awakened to innate wisdom but also inexplicably missing memories from before age five.

Perhaps it was early wisdom brought by transmigration, Lin Guang didn't show the panic typical of a child, but being all alone, deep inside, there was some helplessness.

It was during such a moment that Hua Bo visited the orphanage to look after children who had lost their families to the Demon Race.

The mistrust brought by amnesia made Lin Guang hide in the crowd without interaction, but Hua Bo's gentle aura and loving gaze left a deep impression on him.

Over the next five years, every child in the orphanage could receive a considerable living allowance every month from the Hua Bo Charity Foundation, and Lin Guang, starting junior high, earned numerous scholarships set up under Hua Bo's name thanks to his excellent performance—part of which was saved to buy Wang Dawei his first batch of spiritual materials.

Whether as a native of Zhen Sheng City or a child from that welfare institution, he was very grateful to Leader Hua Bo.

Today, he's spectating at the match too...

"Hmm? What's up with you?"

Originally arms crossed leaning against the wall, looking bored, Vishdair noticed Lin Guang's subtle change and asked curiously.

"Nothing."

He closed his eyes, stopped his wandering thoughts, prepared for meditation, and adjusted himself to his best status.

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