“Bullies, those who disrespect their parents for no reason, petty thieves, and those who just have something wrong with their heads.” Fang Chenghan addressed the newcomers. By now, these people had already been tormented so much that they had lost their previous arrogance. “You are the absolute bottom feeders here. These aren't the school's rules; they're my rules.”
A few guys from the combat class stood behind him with their arms crossed, looking exactly like a bunch of thugs.
“Once you realize your mistakes, you'll be assigned to classes. Everyone who comes here after you will go through this exact same process. Alright, dismissed!”
At the gate of an ordinary high school, a short boy carrying a backpack was walking toward his home.
The guy who used to bully him had been expelled. Finally, there was no one to pick on him, throw his backpack into the toilet, or force him to steal money. Thinking of this, the short boy's steps grew light.
But soon, he froze. Standing in front of him was the figure from his nightmares.
Except... that head of yellow hair had been shaved off, looking a bit uneven.
“You, you... I wasn't the one who reported you, I wasn't...” the short boy's voice trembled.
To his surprise, Yellow-Haired Man took a big step forward and gave a standard ninety-degree bow. “I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive me!”
The short boy froze in place. What kind of trick was this?
Yellow-Haired Man looked up. The dim light of the streetlamp illuminated his face, which was still swollen in some places.
“Really, I was wrong. I used to be an idiot and did stupid things. I am truly sorry to you,” he said with utmost sincerity.
However, the short boy became even more terrified. Screaming, he turned and ran away without looking back.
Yellow-Haired Man watched the panicked figure, his mouth slightly open, but the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.
Lin Guoqiang emerged from the side, followed by a few students from the combat class.
“You see that? No matter how much you apologize afterward, the damage is already done. He will remember it for the rest of his life. You, and all of you, shouldn't think that the people you've bullied will forgive you just for a light, empty apology.”
Yellow-Haired Man stared blankly as the figure disappeared, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.
Lin Guoqiang didn't stop him.
“If you want to make amends, work hard to improve your abilities. You still have a long life ahead of you,” Lin Guoqiang said. Then, he turned and walked away with the others. Yellow-Haired Man stood stunned for a moment before turning and running to catch up with the group.
“Dad, what if there's someone who just refuses to repent? We can't just beat them up every day, can we?” Fang Chenghan was currently asking Fang Zhiyi.
“Those kinds of people... I'll just sell them to another school. I've already looked into another private school.”
Thinking of the atmosphere at the previous school, Fang Chenghan shivered. Looking at Fang Zhiyi's serious expression, he could only mourn for Yellow-Haired Man in silence for a few minutes.
Fang Zhiyi reached across the desk and picked up a few documents. These were the student files left behind by Hong Yanwen.
“Including them, the first prerequisite for graduation is to apologize to the people they've hurt. Otherwise, they'll just have to stay here forever.”
The holidays soon arrived, and Fang Zhiyi couldn't wait to announce the news of the break.
This left the students completely bewildered. You have to know, there was no such thing as holidays at this school before; it was a fully enclosed boarding school.
Soon, someone guessed the issue.
“Principal, are you out of money again?”
Fang Zhiyi looked a bit embarrassed. “What are you talking about? As the principal, I have plenty of money!”
The students' eyes were full of suspicion.
“No, don't you guys miss home?” Fang Zhiyi quickly changed the subject. “Go home and let your parents see you! Consider it my way of giving them an update, right?”
Who knew that at the mention of going home, many students' moods would plummet.
They had been here for so long, whether it was the abuse they suffered before or the hope they had now, their parents hadn't come to visit them even once.
Fang Zhiyi was at a loss. “How about this: those who want to go home, go home, but don't embarrass me. Those who don't want to go home, come work part-time with me?”
To his surprise, at the mention of working part-time, these students were even more enthusiastic than him.
“That's why I always say, the existence of a school like this isn't just the school's problem. Some parents are the problem themselves,” Fang Zhiyi sighed. Fang Chenghan glanced at him, and Fang Zhiyi immediately pointed at him. “I don't have a problem! I feed you and clothe you, so of course I don't have time to accompany you! Do you think adults can clone themselves?”
Fang Chenghan muttered, “I didn't say it was your problem.”
With the help of the social connections of teachers who weren't exactly professionals in their subjects, many students from the school took to the streets under the guise of internships. Having stayed in the school for so long, they found it a bit novel, but soon felt the pressure from society.
Fang Chenghan was doing alright. He often saw his dad working part-time in the middle of the night, and not wanting to lose to him, he gritted his teeth and endured it. But soon, some classmates started crying for no apparent reason.
“Hey, what's wrong? Not feeling well? Do you want to rest for a bit?” Even while dizzy with busyness, Fang Chenghan hadn't forgotten his duties.
But the classmate said, “I thought of my mom. She works at a fruit shop and often works overtime, and I even argued with her...”
Fang Chenghan gave him a complicated look as a thought flashed through his mind: Did his dad even anticipate this?
Before the vigorous part-time working life was even halfway through, many students returned home.
Some cried as soon as they walked through the door, some apologized profusely, and others remained silent. But regarding their return, their parents were overjoyed, and some even called Fang Zhiyi to thank him.
However, Fang Zhiyi looked at the students who were still working part-time and shook his head. These were clearly the ones whose family situations weren't right.
They even treated the school as their home, going out to work in the morning and returning to the school chatting and laughing in the evening.
But what Fang Zhiyi didn't expect was that on the first day of the new semester, a considerable pile of cash was stacked on his desk.
Fang Chenghan sat lazily on the sofa nearby. “I couldn't stop them. They said they know our family is poor, so they gave all their part-time earnings for you to use.” He snorted, “I put mine in there too.” Meeting Fang Zhiyi's gaze, he felt a bit awkward and simply stood up and walked out.
Little Hei widened his eyes. “I never expected this. I really never expected that these kids had this on their minds all along.”
Fang Zhiyi smiled. “That's why I told you long ago, humans are very complex. Although malicious thoughts sometimes gain the upper hand, there are also those who always hold onto kindness and hope.”
“I suddenly kind of understand why you bought this school back then.”
“No, you still don't understand.” Fang Zhiyi's smile held a hint of craftiness.
Little Hei looked at him in confusion, then shook his head. “Sometimes I feel like you're not even a human at all. You're much more complicated than ordinary humans, I mean it.”
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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."
