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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.
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."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
