Principal 07

Fang Zhiyi didn't look up at the still-motionless students until he had finished announcing the last teacher.

"Move it! Or do you want to be stuck with me?"

His sudden roar jolted the students into action; no one wanted to be stuck with this fierce guy.

The scene instantly dissolved into chaos. Fang Zhiyi watched with his hands behind his back, looking satisfied.

Little Hei felt a bit helpless. "Boss, you're a principal now, not a gang leader..."

"Isn't it pretty much the same principle?"

Everyone instinctively ran toward the teachers they had chosen, leaving only Fang Chenghan and a few bewildered students standing in place.

Fang Zhiyi looked at Fang Chenghan, who was glancing around. "Where should I go?"

"Where do you think? You're coming with me!"

"Huh?"

"Starting today, you are the principal intern. Once your internship is over, you'll take the position directly!"

Fang Chenghan pointed at himself with a dumbfounded expression. "Me? Principal?" He looked at his dad, suddenly feeling that he knew far too little about him. This guy was completely just messing around, wasn't he?

Fang Zhiyi's gaze bypassed him and landed on a student behind him. It was a girl with several scars on her arms. She stood there woodenly, head bowed and silent.

Fang Zhiyi then looked at another boy, whose mouth was moving constantly but not making a sound.

Fang Zhiyi's heart sank a little; these kids had clearly suffered significant trauma.

"Fang Chenghan!"

Fang Chenghan instinctively looked up. "Ah?"

"You're in charge of those classmates behind you!"

Fang Chenghan turned around. Although he hadn't been here long, he recognized quite a few people. Seeing these particular students, he instinctively shrank his neck back, but under Fang Zhiyi's threatening glare, he could only bite the bullet and agree.

He also figured it out: it was all just playing around anyway. As long as he didn't have to attend class, anything was fine.

The students finally began to believe that the new principal and teachers had no intention of abusing them. They had even changed the entire previous daily schedule.

The rule of waking up at 5:00 AM was changed to starting classes at 9:00 AM. Before nine, they had free time. School ended at 5:00 PM, after which they also had free time, and the entire curriculum had been replaced.

Basic academic classes were still required. The teachers who came to instruct them were two recent college graduates. Their lectures were relaxed, and their teaching style even made some of the children laugh out loud. The students discovered that even if they laughed, they wouldn't be punished, which allowed more of them to relax.

The afternoon classes were arranged according to the previous assignments. A group of students followed Lin Guoqiang to an empty classroom. Here, Lin Guoqiang led them in doing some physical labor, saying they needed to clean up the room to convert it into a practice space.

This kind of school didn't have a gymnasium, so they could only make do and create one with their current conditions.

The other students were in similar situations, working alongside their teachers. In this atmosphere, some students finally mustered the courage to speak to the teachers. When they received gentle responses, they began to become more active.

Only the students who had been sent to the school for internet addiction looked eagerly at Fang Zhiyi, making him feel a bit awkward.

To acquire this school, he was now completely broke.

"Say, son, let's discuss something."

Fang Chenghan was trying to communicate with the girl who had cut her wrists. Hearing this, he turned his head.

"Is your credit good?"

"What credit?"

"Well, our school needs to buy computers. You know your old man is out of money. How about you make a little sacrifice and help..."

Fang Chenghan felt a bit depressed, but seeing Fang Zhiyi's cheeky grin, he inexplicably felt the distance between him and his dad narrow significantly. "I surrender. What kind of dad asks his own son to take out a loan? I'm not even of age yet!"

"Oh, a loan shark is fine too. Just consider it a contribution to your school."

"What kind of real dad tells his son to borrow from a loan shark?"

Fang Chenghan clearly heard a stifled laugh from behind him. He turned around in surprise and saw the girl who had been silent all along covering her mouth.

"Just borrow a little bit, okay? I know people!" Fang Zhiyi persisted relentlessly.

Fang Chenghan was out of options. "I have money on my card!"

"Hmm?" Fang Zhiyi looked at him.

"I have a bank card with some money on it. I stole it all from you previously, saving up to buy an imported motorcycle! The password is my birthday!" Fang Chenghan blurted out in one breath.

Fang Zhiyi looked like he suddenly understood, and the next moment, he pulled that very card out of his pocket.

"You rotten dad, you set me up???"

"Hey, hey, hey, at school you must use professional titles. Call me Principal." Fang Zhiyi immediately played the card of turning hostile and refusing to acknowledge their relationship.

This time, not only did the girl laugh, but the nervous boy laughed too. Even the internet-addicted boys and girls couldn't help themselves. Looking at it this way, Fang Zhiyi didn't seem as fierce as before.

"Consider it a loan; I'll pay you back later." Fang Zhiyi didn't care about any of that and just ran off.

This prodigal son actually had a decent sum of money on his card, enough to buy some equipment. However, Fang Zhiyi was also thinking about improving the students' meals and buying some clothes and such.

Seeing him scratching his head in frustration, Little Hei mocked, "Serves you right. Weren't you arrogant when buying the land earlier? Offering double?"

"Say, do you think I could get some money if I made extortion calls to those students' families?"

"You're crazy."

Regardless, the school was up and running again, but without the previous gloom. Under the teachers' guidance, the students began to move toward the directions they liked.

The students who had been sent in for fighting were especially attentive during Lin Guoqiang's class. Although Lin Guoqiang had never been a formal teacher, he was more than capable of teaching these beginners.

"Raise your hands a bit higher!"

"You say you used to fight people a lot? With this skill level? Were you fighting kindergarteners?"

"Practicing martial arts is for physical fitness, to protect yourself, your family, and your friends, not for fighting and acting tough!"

The art class next door had more girls.

Xu Wenqian had been despised by her parents for being slow-witted and was ultimately sent here. After she arrived, she was frequently insulted by the instructors, and they had even once ordered her to strip and stand as punishment. Her heart had been filled with fear, but now her drawings actually received praise from the teacher and were posted on the classroom wall, making her eyes shine with delight.

Even the academic teachers discovered a few eccentric geniuses with severe subject imbalances. For instance, the nervous boy could solve college-level math problems in a very short amount of time, and the two teachers practically fought to the death to snatch him away from Fang Chenghan.

In the gaming class, the national gaming champion, invited by Fang Zhiyi, was standing with his hands behind his back, watching the operations of those internet-addicted youths.

Having gotten their hands on keyboards and mice once again, they had eyes for nothing but the game.