Fang Chenghan watched as Fang Zhiyi pulled out a contract from who-knows-where and turned to head back toward the office. He stood there, stiff as a board.
"Hurry up. If he regrets it later, we'll be in trouble," Fang Zhiyi called out impatiently.
"Regret? Didn't you say this was his only way out?"
"Only a fool like you would believe that. I was bluffing," Fang Zhiyi said. "I don't have the money to compensate him at all."
"Huh? You were lying?" Fang Chenghan's face was full of disbelief. Just now in the principal's office, his dad's expression didn't look like acting at all.
Fang Zhiyi stopped in his tracks. "What do you mean, lying? Of course it's real. By the way, there's another thing. To pull off that stunt, I gave away our house, car, and business to someone else."
"What??"
Fang Zhiyi looked seriously at this prodigal son. "Do you think dealing with a scoundrel is easy? Even by giving it my all, I could only get this far... Learn well, kid."
"Wait, you sold the house? Then where am I supposed to live? Hey?" Fang Chenghan looked completely lost and helpless.
Fang Zhiyi indeed wasn't lying. He had emptied out all the usable assets of the original owner.
"Look alive! If anyone isn't fully awake, I'll take him for a cold shower! Do you think you're all like that kid named Fang? Still having a family to care for you? Ruan Wenkang! What are you looking at?" The instructor's harsh scolding made the pen in Ruan Wenkang's hand drop to the floor.
He bent over to pick it up, but the instructor strode toward him.
Just as the instructor raised his foot to kick, the classroom door was violently pushed open. The instructor turned around in confusion, wanting to see which blind student it was.
But what met his eyes were two heavily tattooed, burly men.
"What are you doing?" he demanded rudely. The principal had told them that inside the school, they didn't need to show respect to anyone; if the sky fell, the principal would hold it up.
Unexpectedly, one of the burly men lunged forward. Under the terrified gazes of the students, he smashed a fist into the instructor's face, followed by an uppercut. The instructor fell flat on the ground, knocking over two desks in the process.
"Third Son, look at what you did!" the other burly man scolded. The man called Third Son somewhat embarrassedly set the two fallen desks back up, smiled at the two students who had backed away in fright, and then dragged the unconscious instructor out the back door like a dead dog.
"Ahem, let me introduce myself. I am your new teacher." Lin Guoqiang looked at the numb expressions of the students and felt a bit nervous, but remembering Fang Zhiyi's instructions, he continued, "My surname is Lin. I specialize in combat sports and have won a few awards, but later retired due to an injury."
The students looked at him, their eyes full of fear. To them, the instructors in this school were all incredibly dangerous.
Almost at the same time, the exact same thing was happening in several other classrooms. The instructors who used to verbally and physically abuse the students at the drop of a hat were directly pinned down. Those who fought back were mercilessly beaten and then thrown out.
The sudden turn of events left the students at a loss. Seeing the formerly high-and-mighty instructors getting beaten up gave them an indescribable sense of satisfaction, but no one dared to show it. Who knew if these attackers were even more ruthless than the previous instructors?
The broadcasting system suddenly crackled to life.
"Testing, testing. Fuck, what is this piece of junk?" The sound of things being smashed came through the speakers. A few seconds later, "Uh, well, I'm your new principal. My surname is Fang. That's not important. What's important is that from today on, you all have to listen to me. Uh, I won't take up your precious study time. We'll get to know each other later when we have time. Ahem, you're still not convinced, huh?"
A burst of chaos echoed through the broadcast before it was abruptly cut off.
Lin Guoqiang glanced at the speaker with amusement. Boss Fang was truly a bizarre man. He was clearly a middle-aged man, yet he acted like a street punk.
Hearing this unfamiliar voice, the students felt a bit fearful. They had already accepted the instructors' narrative that they were children abandoned by their families and the scum of society. Some shrank back in fear, while others constantly poked their desks with their pens, their faces completely numb.
The broadcast sounded again: "Ah, where was I?" Someone beside him whispered a reminder.
"Oh, right. We'll slowly get to know each other later. Let me make an announcement. You all can take a break today. In a moment, the new teachers of each class will hand out a form. You need to fill in your name, age, specialties, hobbies, and so on, so that the school can assign you to classes later. Got it?"
"So that's it. Class teachers, get to know your students. Bye!"
The broadcast was cut off, and Lin Guoqiang formally stood at the podium.
"I'll take attendance." Seeing that the children had no reaction, he had to call out the names himself. As he called their names, the children stood up to bow. Lin Guoqiang waved his hand. "I just need to recognize your faces. What's with the bowing?"
These words surprised the students. They knew that previously, failing to bow would result in punishment.
"From now on, you can call me Teacher Lin, or Brother Lin is fine too. Understood? Someone pass these forms down. Once you fill them out, you can rest."
Following his words, emotions began to appear on the faces of the previously numb students.
Finally, Ruan Wenkang raised his hand. "Instructor, I..."
Lin Guoqiang frowned and said, "Just call me Teacher. If you like, Brother Lin is fine too. What's with this 'Instructor' stuff?"
Ruan Wenkang trembled slightly. "Teacher, I... I don't feel well. Can I request to go to the infirmary?"
Lin Guoqiang was taken aback. Looking at the child, he felt a bitter taste in his heart. He remembered what Fang Zhiyi had said when he first found him. He hadn't believed such a place existed at all, until he saw it with his own eyes, filling his heart with anger.
How many sins must have been committed here!
"If you're not feeling well, hurry up and go!" Lin Guoqiang said. "The teacher in the infirmary is also new. If you have any problems, just tell her directly. I hear she's quite pretty, too."
Seeing Ruan Wenkang leave the classroom half-believing and half-doubting, the other students finally breathed a sigh of relief. Were they dreaming?
At this moment on the school playground, over a dozen instructors wearing camouflage pants were squatting on the ground with their hands on their heads. It looked like they had suffered quite a bit; several of them had bright red slap marks on their faces and footprints all over their backsides.
Fang Zhiyi patrolled back and forth with his hands behind his back.
"What should I do? I really want to kill them..." Fang Zhiyi muttered. "No, that's illegal."
He gave Third Son a look, and Third Son shouted, "Grab your junk and get out!!!"
This group of people stood up with hearts full of resentment and picked up their luggage. Many of them glared venomously at Fang Zhiyi.
But as soon as they made eye contact with Fang Zhiyi, they quickly turned their heads away.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
