Watching the two flee in a panic, the girl who had just been interviewed looked somewhat resentfully at the group of people who had made the noise earlier. Those students had all been pressing against the door to watch the fun, but there were so many of them that they actually broke the door open.
"I didn't even finish the lines I memorized!"
"Sorry, sorry, it's all this door's fault."
"If they hadn't pushed me, I wouldn't have squeezed against the door."
"The acting skills of your performance class are really fierce; it makes me want to take an acting elective too."
Stepping up to smooth things over, Lin Guoqiang laughed, "Alright, alright, it's over now that they've left. Everyone go back, wash up, and get to sleep."
The cameraman, having escaped back to the car, still felt something was off but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Hu Die, however, enthusiastically told the driver to start the car—she had scored a massive news scoop today!
Sure enough, the very next day, news about a certain private school abusing its students shot to the top of the trending topics.
Overwhelming discussions and condemnations were directed straight at the Happy Life School, and Fang Zhiyi's name was cursed over and over again.
After learning the address, many people drove from miles away to protest, only to be met with a school whose gates were wide open.
Above the gates hung a banner.
"Welcome, parents, to visit and tour our campus!"
It was as if the school knew they were coming.
Meanwhile, the school's principal, Fang Zhiyi, stood upright at the entrance, greeting everyone who arrived, which included some parents of the current students.
"Everyone, everyone!" Fang Zhiyi didn't panic in the face of their condemnations; this kind of scene was child's play to him. "Recently, because someone from our school won an award, there has been some public discussion, and some have slandered us. As the saying goes, seeing is believing! Please enter the school in an orderly manner to take a tour!"
His openness left these people somewhat bewildered.
But since they were already there, they didn't believe there was anything Fang Zhiyi could pull over them.
Just then, a group of people who had arrived earlier walked out under the guidance of a teacher. Unlike the crowd still waiting outside, these people were all smiles, even pressing the teacher for details about student enrollment.
"Take a number over here!" the security guard shouted loudly, his head covered in sweat, holding a stack of number plates in his hand.
"Dad, pulling a stunt like this is too risky," Fang Chenghan muttered beside Fang Zhiyi. He was a bit nervous facing the condemnation of so many people. Fang Zhiyi shot him a sideways glance. "This is called leveraging momentum, understand? Do you know how expensive advertising is? Do we have the money for it?"
Lunatic.
Fang Chenghan mentally concluded his verdict on Fang Zhiyi's behavior. He had merely suggested expanding the student enrollment to maintain the school's expenses, but who knew Fang Zhiyi would turn around and pull off something like this.
The Happy Life School hit the trending searches again, but the reviews were entirely opposite to the previous insults. Many who went in for a tour brought out videos. Although the school wasn't large, it had everything it needed. Some even audited an entire class, and others privately asked about the students' conditions, receiving information completely contrary to Hu Die's report.
This dramatic reversal was highly effective; many people remembered the school's name.
Soon after, some even brought their children over, and at the same time, certain organizations offered to provide the school with relevant resources.
With this move, Fang Zhiyi completely plugged the financial hole.
However, where there is praise, there will naturally be skepticism. Some believed there were issues with the teaching methods at Fang Zhiyi's school, but Fang Zhiyi made no response to this.
"For some things, whether they are right or wrong isn't that important," Fang Zhiyi taught Fang Chenghan.
Fang Chenghan didn't quite understand. "Right is right, and wrong is wrong. Why isn't it important? If that's not important, what is?"
Fang Zhiyi flicked him on the head. "The topic is important. If there's a point of contention, people will remember us."
Fang Chenghan shook his head, feeling that his dad was becoming increasingly unfathomable.
Riding this wave of public opinion, Fang Zhiyi struck while the iron was hot. He went to the relevant departments to clarify the exam preparation procedures and qualifications, a move that made the entire school's teaching staff prostrate themselves in admiration.
The new students stood lazily downstairs, looking around with faces full of arrogance.
A tall, thin guy slowly walked out of the teaching building. "Brother Fang."
Fang Chenghan turned and saw him. "Yellow-Haired Man, you're here?"
The tall, thin guy habitually touched his hair, which had already returned to black, and smiled. "Go do your thing; just leave this bunch of scumbags to me."
"What are you two whispering about? Hurry up and take this young master to the dorms! What a crappy place, crappy building, and this ugly guy looks..."
Yellow-Haired Man looked at the kid speaking, his eyes gradually narrowing. Only after experiencing real education did he realize how ridiculous he used to be.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the premium VIP dorms." Yellow-Haired Man clapped his hands, trying to make his smile look a bit friendlier.
A little while later, a new student who had joined the art class doubtfully put down his pen. "It sounds like something is screaming outside?"
The older student next to him shook his head out of habit. "It's normal. The combat class often has those kinds of screams. It might just be a bit more frequent lately; you'll get used to it."
On this point, Fang Zhiyi retained some of the original school's principles: letting those guys with maxed-out scumbag attributes properly experience a complete student life.
These punks who took pleasure in bullying the weak, defying their parents, and even beating up teachers finally had a place they belonged.
They were arranged to live separately in a dilapidated two-story building. While the other students were still sleeping, they were roughly woken up to start running. The slightest resistance resulted in being taken to the combat class for a private lesson, and their meals were as frugal as possible.
In just one short month, these arrogant young masters and misses were completely deflated. They didn't even dare to look other students in the eye when greeted.
If anyone wanted to contact their parents, the teachers would pull out the guarantee letters their parents had signed initially, effectively shutting them up.
"I completely understand now why you said some rules should be kept." Even though Fang Chenghan was only a teenager, he mimicked Fang Zhiyi's mannerisms, holding a thermos as he watched those teachers scold the group of students. "But, can they really change?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't say anything; instead, another student standing nearby spoke up. "The goal isn't to make them change. It's to make them afraid, to let them know that there will always be something in this world that can make them feel fear."
Fang Zhiyi looked approvingly at the girl named Xu Qing; she was the one who had suicidal thoughts back then.
"I've been self-studying psychology courses recently. The teacher said I have a talent for it, but there are no professional teachers in the school," Xu Qing said with a smile.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "A psychology teacher... I suppose I could take on that role."
Fang Chenghan immediately grew alert. "Your psychology course wouldn't just be whipping people with a bamboo stick, would it?"
"Oh? Getting smarter, are we?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
