Principal 08

But soon, these teenagers felt the pressure.

When interest turns into a course, the nature of the game changes.

"Jungle monsters refresh in five minutes! Keep track! Judge where the opponent is!"

"Don't you check your wards?"

"You three, stay behind after class today. You can't leave until you've played ten full matches! Your score must be above the average!"

"As for the rest of you, hand in a strategic and tactical plan on 5V5 in different maps tomorrow, no less than a thousand words."

Someone was unconvinced, but the champion beat him so badly on the spot that his internet addiction was cured.

"Principal Fang, I think I might be more suited for studying." Finally, someone found Fang Zhiyi and said this.

At the same time, students from other special classes also nervously came to submit applications. Fang Zhiyi didn't say much about their requests, just asked Fang Chenghan to take them to each special class teacher for assessment.

He was very busy.

"Principal, about the allocation of male and female dormitories..." Zhao Dali pushed the door open and saw Fang Zhiyi wearing a designated driver's vest. He was a bit bewildered.

Fang Zhiyi happened to take off the vest, revealing a food delivery uniform underneath.

"Principal, you, you have a lot of side jobs, huh?"

Fang Zhiyi said grumpily, "I work twenty jobs a day! Call me the Part-Time Emperor!"

"By the way, go discuss the dormitory allocation with my son!" He hurried out of the office.

"Fang Chenghan, your dad seems to have left the school to make money again." The previously silent girl nudged Fang Chenghan. Fang Chenghan looked up at the hurried figure in the distance, suddenly remembering when he was a child, his dad would leave him at a neighbor's house and hurry out to set up a stall.

These two figures from different eras gradually overlapped at this moment.

Only back then, he was doing it to feed himself, and now it was to feed this school.

"Smelly old man, I don't know what he's after," Fang Chenghan muttered.

The girl looked at his face: "Saying one thing but meaning another."

Fang Chenghan said stubbornly, "It's true, he's never cared about me since I was little!"

"At least he's with you now, isn't he?"

Fang Chenghan looked at the girl. The girl's eyes were somewhat complicated: "You're not like me, or even like us. Our families don't want us anymore."

"How is that possible? There are no parents who don't like their own children," Fang Chenghan said subconsciously, and then he froze.

Since when did he have this thought?

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be since his dad asked him to lead these classmates. From then on, he had to worry about their lives and studies, feeling like he was going to die of exhaustion.

Did his dad feel like he was going to die of exhaustion when he saw him back then?

If Fang Zhiyi knew what he was thinking, he would definitely pull his ear and tell him loudly, exactly!

But perhaps even the heavens couldn't stand it anymore. When Fang Zhiyi returned to the school in the middle of the night, he had already taken off his food delivery uniform and changed into a courier's jacket.

"Leading an army to rebel isn't even this miserable!!!" He cursed, but when he pushed the door open, he saw Fang Chenghan waiting for him.

"Yo, working overtime, Acting Principal?"

Fang Chenghan was a bit excited: "Dad, after you left today, I received several calls, all inquiring about the school! They're sending their kids over tomorrow."

Fang Zhiyi was stunned.

"We have tuition to collect!" Fang Chenghan now also knew that the tuition Hong Yanwen collected back then was not low. "Once we collect this tuition, I've calculated it, our food expenses will be much easier, and you won't have to work several jobs to subsidize the school."

He seemed to realize how he looked and immediately put on a stern face: "I'm not doing this for you, it's for the classmates."

Fang Zhiyi reached out, and he was so scared he tilted his neck, only to be rubbed vigorously on top of his head by Fang Zhiyi, messing up his newly grown hair.

"Good job, you're a qualified principal!"

Because the whole school now knew that Fang Zhiyi was extremely poor, they were very cooperative with his requests, such as calling the gaming class a computer course and the fighting class physical fitness. The parents who visited the school environment were also very satisfied, immediately deciding to send their children and paying the tuition directly.

Mainly because they saw the well-behaved performance of those children.

"Hahaha, what the hell are these idiots' hairstyles?" A Yellow-Haired Man laughed exaggeratedly, looking at these classmates with a face full of disdain.

Another boy snorted coldly: "Where's the computer?"

Fang Chenghan looked at them, as if seeing his former self, and suddenly felt a bit stupid.

Was I this dumb back then?

But the classmates who welcomed them now were completely different from before. Facing the provocation of these peers, some narrowed their eyes, and some curled their lips.

"I'll tell you, I was the boss in my old school, and the ones I beat up were nerds like you! You know?" The Yellow-Haired Man was a bully, sent here by his parents because he kicked a steel plate and caused a big disaster.

And a student he pointed at nodded with a smile, looking as honest as can be.

"Um, classmate, let us show you around, shall we?"

The Yellow-Haired Man snorted disdainfully: "You know what's good for you, lead the way!"

Fang Chenghan watched as they led him into the fighting class classroom, shrugged helplessly, and turned to the guy obsessed with games: "You, come with me, I'll take you to play games."

He had only taken two steps when he heard the Yellow-Haired Man's scream, followed by begging for mercy.

Fang Chenghan suddenly understood his dad's words. This kind of school is sometimes very effective for certain people.

They manage what normal schools don't dare to manage, and they beat up what ordinary students don't dare to beat up. This explains why the old purpose of the Happy Life School was still retained.

The teenager who loved playing games was beaten half to death in the game, his eyes vacant. He trembled and wanted to smash the computer, but was quickly held down. He wanted to curse, but suddenly saw the bruised and swollen Yellow-Haired Man being led past the door with someone's arm around his shoulder.

At this moment, his heart shuddered.

Is this place... hell?

Soon the new students began to understand this school. Although the school was committed to tapping into each student's strengths, the principal and teachers would not interfere with the students' after-school lives, but instead adopted a method of student self-governance.

In reality, it was because Fang Zhiyi was too poor and too embarrassed to ask the teachers to watch the students all day.

But the first batch of students who had gone through hell showed extreme admiration when facing Fang Zhiyi. They would not allow anyone to break the rules in the school.

You must know, not many of those sent here were easy to deal with. You're good at bullying others? Perfect, there are quite a few here who are just like you.

The Yellow-Haired Man began to feel how terrifying the way he treated others in the past was.