Growth-type Super Rich-Chapter 478 - 1: [Yan Shen’s Story]

At the end of 2020.

Qian Gen Sheng Hope Primary School in Heba Village.

Despite the severe chill of mid-winter, the sound of recitation echoed in the fourth-grade classroom of Heba Village Hope Primary School.

Compared to when Gu Bai first arrived in Heba Village in 2017, the place has undergone a huge transformation. As the first demonstration Hope Primary School of the Qian Gen Sheng Flame Project, it has garnered attention from the whole society.

The low bungalow classrooms have been demolished.

In their place stands a five-story teaching building, with a photo of Gu Bai on the completion monument. In the photo, Gu Bai is smiling, his handsome features exceptionally distinct.

In the classroom, over thirty students, all wearing down jackets in various colors.

Some red, some white, and some in bright creamy yellow.

These clothes are distributed by the Black Swan Charity Foundation every season to impoverished students: summer clothes for summer and winter clothes for winter. Although Gu Bai’s favorite color is black, he has repeatedly emphasized that black is not allowed in the clothes distributed to impoverished students.

Life has never given them a colorful childhood, and black is too somber. He wants these impoverished students to recall their childhood as colorful.

Even though the classroom door is tightly shut, the cold from the mountainous areas of Celestial Province still seeps in through the gaps in the doors and windows. Yan Shen’s exquisite face, hard to describe in words, was flushed red from the cold, but a content smile appeared when she saw the students below seriously reading.

"That’s it for today’s tutoring. Since tonight is New Year’s Eve, I won’t assign you any homework. Also, from the first day of the New Year to the seventh, you should stay at home and spend time with your parents. Let’s continue tutoring on the eighth."

"Got~ it~!"

The elementary students’ voices echoed in unison, like a chant.

"Then Teacher Yan wishes everyone a happy New Year in advance! These are the New Year’s money the teacher gives you; keep it safe, and you can use it to buy snacks. Don’t believe your parents when they say to save it up for your wedding in the future."

With that, Yan Shen took out 37 exquisite little red envelopes from under the desk, each with a handwritten blessing from Yan Shen.

Each envelope contained just 100 yuan, which might only buy a game skin for some children in the city, but in Heba Village, 100 yuan is enough for these kids to taste lollipops at the village’s small shop every day for the next semester.

cents each, sweetening their hearts.

Yan Shen was planning to distribute the red envelopes to the students one by one, but she couldn’t continue after the first one.

"Yanyan, why don’t you want the teacher’s red envelope?"

Zhao Yanyan, the little girl who wanted to save her new clothes for her younger sister, was now ten years old. Perhaps because children from poor families mature early, there was little innocence on her face, only determination.

"Teacher Yan, I can’t take your red envelope. Grandma said that all the food and things my sister and I have were sent to us by Brother Bai. When I grow up, I will repay Brother Bai, and Grandma also said that Teacher Yan’s salary is low and that every day you use your salary to prepare milk and breakfast for us for free, which costs a lot of money, so I can’t take your red envelope."

Suddenly hearing Gu Bai’s name...

Yan Shen felt a bit dazed.

It’s been almost a whole year without contacting him. He’s now the world’s newest richest person, standing on the clouds, while it seems like she and he belong to two different worlds...

Gathering her lost emotions, Yan Shen’s face showed a smile again.

"This is New Year’s money, which is different. It’s an elder’s concern for you. When you grow up, leave Heba Village, start families, and have your children, you should also give them New Year’s money as a blessing from the elders, wishing them safety in the new year, understand?

If you don’t take the teacher’s red envelope, the teacher will be angry."

The students all showed expressions of semi-understanding.

Yan Shen forcibly placed the red envelope into Zhao Yanyan’s small hand.

With the first one given out, all 37 red envelopes were quickly distributed to everyone’s hands.

"Then I wish you all a happy New Year’s Eve and peace in the years to come!"

"We wish Teacher Yan Shen a happy New Year’s Eve and peace in the years to come!"

The students imitated Yan Shen’s tone and returned the blessing.

"Class dismissed!"

"Oh! Class is over. My mom bought me my super favorite yo-yo, I’m going to go home and change into new clothes, and then I’ll come to play with you!"

The most lively Jiang Jie was the first to sling on his backpack and happily told the boys in the back row.

"No, my dad installed a TV at home, and tonight I want to stay home and watch the Spring Festival Gala."

The Spring Festival Gala, which city kids have long been tired of, seemed like some novelty in their mouths, becoming something to boast about.

As Yan Shen watched this group of students playfully interacting with a smile on her face, Zhao Yanyan quietly walked over to Yan Shen, gently tugging her hand. The warm touch on her fingertips made Yan Shen lower her head slightly and, with a gentle smile, she asked Zhao Yanyan, "Yanyan, what’s the matter?"

Zhao Yanyan paused, and finally, as if gathering courage, she said to Yan Shen, "Teacher Yan Shen, why don’t you and Principal Grandpa come to our house for New Year’s this year? Grandma said she’s cooking braised pork tonight, it’s really delicious..."