Principal 05

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.