Hot Search Alert! The Princess Goes Viral Worldwide-Chapter 138

As adults, protecting children is a responsibility that requires joint efforts from school teachers, parents, and society.

However, rules need to be refined step by step and cannot be perfected overnight. Moreover, some instances of school bullying are very subtle and difficult to detect. Not all children have someone to protect them, and some are naturally gentle—too pure to fight back, silently enduring instead.

There are also children who are manipulated and don’t even realize they’re being oppressed.

For each of these situations, Gu Nanyan has provided coping methods in her script.

She wants to teach children how to protect themselves.

Susu’s background story deeply shook Gu Nanyan.

If Susu hadn’t been outstanding enough to be selected for the program, if she hadn’t mustered the courage to approach Gu Nanyan, would she have remained trapped in the mire forever, never discovering her true origins?

If Gu Nanyan hadn’t known, that would be one thing. But since she’s seen it, she can’t just stand by and do nothing.

It’s not like she lacks the ability.

As the saying goes, "To care for oneself when in obscurity, and to care for all when prominent."

Since she has the capability, she can’t turn a blind eye—it goes against her principles.

If Gu Nanyan hadn’t asked whether it felt preachy, Feng Chengxi wouldn’t have even noticed.

"Your Majesty Yan, did you intentionally include this knowledge?"

The plot was exceptionally natural and smooth, not awkward in the slightest, with no hint of preachiness.

"Mm," Gu Nanyan nodded.

"So impressive!" Feng Chengxi exclaimed. "Unbelievably impressive! Your Majesty Yan, you can even write scripts? Is there anything you can’t do?"

Blending education with entertainment is the hardest thing to pull off.

In recent years, the biggest criticism of Spring Festival Gala skits has been their forced moralizing and educational themes. Netizens have complained for years—what they really want is simple: joy, something that makes them laugh.

As for films, many have tried to elevate their works with deeper meaning.

But balancing box office success and artistic value is no easy feat.

TV dramas are even harder to execute well.

Feng Chengxi couldn’t put the script down. While reading, she didn’t find the math functions or historical knowledge difficult at all—instead, she absorbed them effortlessly, without even realizing she was learning.

The knowledge flowed naturally into her mind alongside the story.

Sister Li took the script from Feng Chengxi and flipped through it. With her sharp eye, she saw deeper than Feng Chengxi and immediately recognized its value.

"Your Majesty Yan?" Sister Li said in surprise. "The part about school bullying—was that intentionally added?"

Gu Nanyan nodded.

Feng Chengxi, the assistant, was stunned. There was a school bullying plotline? She hadn’t even noticed.

She took the script back from Sister Li and skimmed through it again, only then realizing that it wasn’t just about knowledge—it was teaching kids how to protect themselves.

The wisdom in handling situations left her in awe, humbled by its brilliance.

For example, there was a scene where student Meng Ling, on her way to school by bus, was yanked up by an elderly man who demanded her seat, berating her for being blind, ill-mannered, and disrespectful.

Meng Ling was timid and physically frail. Faced with this, she froze, tears instantly welling up.

Then, a quick-witted classmate suddenly popped up, shouting, "Little Mute, you’re here?" Then, as if catching herself, muttered, "Oops, forgot you can’t hear."

She rushed over to Meng Ling and started signing to her.

Meng Ling paused, then quickly responded in sign language.

The passengers on the bus, witnessing this, turned furious, scolding the old man for bullying a young girl—who was deaf, no less.

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This scene wasn’t abrupt; it tied into the larger plot. The school was preparing for a Youth Day performance, and the quick-witted girl and Meng Ling were practicing a song with sign language—something they’d rehearsed for weeks.

Before the bus incident, the two had actually been at odds over a minor conflict.

But because of this, they became close friends. Back in class, they discussed the event with their peers.

A tall, brawny classmate boasted, "I never have this problem. Even if someone taps my shoulder for my seat, one glare from me shuts them down."

A sharp-tongued girl added, "If it were me, I’d clap back. I’m great with comebacks. It’s not that I won’t give up my seat—I just didn’t see them. And that ‘elderly’ man wasn’t even old, just some fifty-something who hasn’t retired yet. Total bully."

Each student shared solutions based on their personality.

Finally, Meng Ling spoke up softly, "But... I’m not good with words. I’m too scared to argue, and I’m weak—I can’t fight. Plus, I cry at the drop of a hat."

The quick-witted girl reassured her, "But you know sign language! Fight fire with fire—if they guilt-trip you, guilt-trip them back!"

"Exactly!" the others chimed in. "If you’re not strong, learn a skill that’ll help. Who knows when it’ll come in handy? Haha, I should learn acting. Next time someone tries to manipulate me, I’ll fake a coughing fit and scare them off!"

This subplot taught practical responses without feeling didactic, seamlessly woven into the narrative.

When Feng Chengxi first read it, she’d been too busy laughing at the quick-witted girl’s antics to notice the deeper lesson.

And this was just one of many such scenes in the script, each tackling everyday challenges with remarkable wisdom.

Feng Chengxi, utterly engrossed in the satisfaction of these solutions, hadn’t even realized Gu Nanyan was educating her audience.

Clutching the script, her eyes grew moist.

Sniff... Yet another day of worshipping Your Majesty Yan.

How is she this amazing?

Feng Chengxi desperately wanted to rush over and hug her!

Sister Li, sensing her impulse, swiftly stepped between them, warning, "Don’t you dare disrespect Her Majesty Yan. Control yourself!"

Feng Chengxi shook her head. "I can’t. I really can’t."

Now she understood how fans felt around their idols—this overwhelming adoration, this irresistible urge to embrace them!

Despite Feng Chengxi and Sister Li’s praise, Gu Nanyan remained uneasy. Many of the scientific concepts in the script were explained in her own words after she’d mastered them, and she worried about inaccuracies.

When it came to knowledge, precision was non-negotiable.

She tasked Sister Li with assembling a team of experts to scrutinize every detail, ensuring zero errors.

Sister Li nodded. "Rest assured, I’ll organize a dedicated review team to polish every word."

Gu Nanyan agreed. "Take all the time needed. No mistakes allowed."