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.
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."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
