Principal 01

"I'm actually a bit curious," Fang Zhiyi asked suddenly.

"About what?"

"You said you found a transmigrator from the ancient world. Will he be able to adapt when he goes to other worlds?" Fang Zhiyi gestured. "For example, if you let Fei Li suddenly see a big car or something, wouldn't the kid jump in fright?"

Little Hei pondered for a moment, looking as if he was receiving some information. "Not necessarily. Humans just come from different eras. It's perfectly normal for them to have no knowledge of the modern world. Once they accept it, they'll be fine. Throughout history, fools remain fools, and smart people are smart no matter the era."

"True."

The new plot arrived. This time, he was finally not a pauper. The Fang family was very wealthy. In his early years, Fang Zhiyi risked everything and invested his entire net worth into a business. Fate favored him, and he reaped unimaginable returns.

But along with happiness came trouble. Fang Zhiyi had a son named Fang Chenghan. The boy lost his mother at a young age, and with his father constantly busy with business, his personality gradually became twisted. Although Fang Zhiyi was nouveau riche, he was not an unreasonable man. Therefore, as Fang Chenghan constantly caused trouble at school, Fang Zhiyi constantly paid compensation and apologized on his behalf.

Facing Fang Zhiyi's persuasion and reprimands, Fang Chenghan stubbornly argued back, then slammed the door and left.

Fang Zhiyi was at a loss for what to do.

It was at this time that he met Hong Yanwen through a friend. Hong Yanwen originally wanted him to sponsor some funds, but when Fang Zhiyi heard that the other party ran a school, he refused without a second thought. He knew absolutely nothing about that field.

However, Hong Yanwen somehow heard about the conflict between him and his son and came knocking again. This time, he didn't mention anything else, but only detailed the advantages of his school.

"Our school is dedicated to changing every troubled teenager, rebuilding their outlook on life, and helping them return to the warmth of their families."

Fang Zhiyi found it somewhat novel. At Hong Yanwen's invitation, he went to the school located in the suburbs.

Tall wire fences were erected on the school walls. Hong Yanwen smiled and explained that this was because those rebellious teenagers always loved to climb over the walls to escape, so he had no choice but to do this.

Fang Zhiyi strongly agreed with his words. When his own son skipped school, climbing over walls was practically second nature to him.

Hong Yanwen then had someone bring over a few children, showing Fang Zhiyi their bad records before entering the school and how they looked now. Looking at the well-behaved children, Fang Zhiyi was moved.

He not only sent Fang Chenghan to this "Happy Life School" but also paid out of his own pocket to donate a sum of money to the school. Hong Yanwen was so happy that his eyes narrowed into slits.

The scene shifted.

Ruan Wenkang sneaked down the pitch-black corridor. The sweat on the tip of his nose proved his nervousness. Fortunately, he would be able to leave the dormitory building after passing one more corner.

But a sudden shout and a flashing flashlight filled Ruan Wenkang with terror.

Two men in camouflage pants lunged forward, pinning his frail body to the ground, their mouths full of foul language. The teenager screamed in despair, but no one came to help him.

After being beaten, Ruan Wenkang was thrown into a dark little room. He cried and shouted to be let out, but the people outside mocked him a few times and strutted away.

His cries made the few teenagers in the nearest dormitory tremble all over.

Some wept silently, while others had wooden expressions.

The next day, a new student arrived. Everyone lined up to welcome the new student as usual.

Lin Zixiang looked up at the new student with colorful dyed hair and was momentarily dazed. The student's father was right beside him, looking like a wealthy man. Even the principal was respectful to him.

He sighed in his heart. Would rich people also send their children into such a hell?

Sure enough, as soon as the rich man left, the new student who had been mocking them was immediately thrown to the ground by the instructor. He struggled to get up, only to be harshly taught a lesson again, and the previously smiling principal became incredibly cold.

"Educate him well!" Hong Yanwen knew that as long as he reformed this brat, that nouveau riche Fang Zhiyi would be willing to give more money.

Fang Zhiyi continued doing his own things. Without his son annoying him nearby, he was actually a bit unaccustomed to it.

He also went to visit a few times, but was blocked by Hong Yanwen every time. The other party said it was detrimental to the child's growth. For the sake of his child, he endured it. Hong Yanwen showed him a few videos, and watching his son's well-behaved appearance in the videos, he felt deeply grateful to Hong Yanwen and was not at all stingy when it came to Hong Yanwen's sponsorship requests.

Two years later, Fang Chenghan returned home. He had become different from before, no longer hyperactive or prone to rage, but he had also become somewhat silent. Fang Zhiyi specially celebrated this, not only providing Hong Yanwen with a sum of funds but also giving his son a large amount of pocket money, yet Fang Chenghan showed no sign of happiness.

Fang Zhiyi didn't mind.

Until later, a series of incidents occurred in the city.

Two people were attacked by a motorcyclist while drinking by the roadside; one died on the spot, and the other fell into a vegetative state.

A girl was dragged for tens of meters by a car with covered license plates after school.

A high-end residential area suffered a home invasion, and both parents of the victim's family were killed.

These seemingly unrelated vicious cases were connected by a detective.

As the investigation deepened, the inconspicuous Fang Chenghan entered his line of sight.

Finally, the truth about the "Happy Life School" was uncovered. The pasts of those beaten and abused children were laid bare before the detective, and those seemingly unrelated cases gradually became clear. These victims were all connected to the instructors and the principal of that school.

And the leader of this revenge organization was none other than Fang Chenghan.

When he was cornered at home, Fang Zhiyi was already on his last breath. The house was filled with the smell of gas, and he couldn't even lift his hand.

Fang Chenghan sat opposite him, staring blankly at the lighter in his hand.

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more and I would have found him. He actually ran away with the money." He looked up at his father neurotically. This was the first time he had smiled since coming home for so long. "You don't know, you have no idea how many evil things they did."

Fang Zhiyi wanted to stop his son, but Fang Chenghan stood up and opened his arms as if embracing the sun, as though the smell of gas filling the room was sweet and refreshing.

He began to ramble about his past two years, recounting the darkness, talking about a classmate who was forced to jump off a building, a girl who was humiliated, and a friend who was tortured into insanity.

Fang Zhiyi's pupils contracted. He never thought that place would be like that. Watching his son fall backward in madness, he desperately tried to move his body, but only managed to tumble off the sofa.

Just then, the door was busted open by the detectives. Fang Chenghan closed his eyes and, with a hint of regret, pressed the lighter in his hand.