When the first batch of students took their exams, Fang Zhiyi felt a bit nervous. After all, it was his first time being a principal. Watching these children walk out of the school with his own eyes, he also felt a sense of melancholy.
Little Hei mocked him, but he didn't argue back.
Fortunately, most of the first batch of students were very determined and did themselves proud. Although their academic grades weren't high, they all shined in their specialty exams, and a few were even recruited in advance.
"Principal, that kid who plays video games took away over a dozen students from his class. Is it really okay not to let them take the exam?" An old-school academic pushed up his glasses. He considered himself open-minded, but he was highly dissatisfied with them skipping such an important exam.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Let them go. It's just an exam."
Because their children had been admitted to good schools, many parents came specifically to thank Fang Zhiyi. Completely changing his usual money-grubbing demeanor, Fang Zhiyi returned all their gifts.
Fang Chenghan also got into an average school and was currently slacking off.
He felt he had changed, though he didn't know exactly how. However, his admiration for Fang Zhiyi was beyond words. The initial controversies surrounding their school had made everyone remember them, and the results of this exam made the school's reputation soar.
Some people began to seriously consider the feasibility of uncovering a child's natural talents and passions, and the Happy Life School had shown them exactly how to do it.
Ruan Wenkang held his admission letter but couldn't bring himself to be happy. He still lived at the school, spending his free time working part-time to earn money. There were quite a few students like him. During their time at this school, they had experienced despair, followed mostly by hope for the future. But now that it was truly time to leave, they felt lost again.
Especially since their families had no intention of paying for them to continue their education.
Ruan Wenkang decided to start working directly. He had experience, and he had perseverance.
He was determined to realize his dream.
But when he returned to the school exhausted, he was blocked by Fang Chenghan, who had been waiting for a long time.
"Hey, you aren't planning to live in the school forever, are you?"
"Uh... I'll move out once I get my salary." Ruan Wenkang felt a bit embarrassed; he knew that accommodation at the school was always tight.
"Tsk." Fang Chenghan suddenly tossed an envelope to him. Ruan Wenkang caught it subconsciously, and the moment he opened it, he froze.
"My dad asked me to give this to you. Not just you, some others got it too... For a stingy guy, he sure is generous..." he muttered, turning to leave. "Oh, by the way, I booked your ticket along with mine. We'll leave together when the time comes."
On the day the new semester was about to begin, over thirty graduates gathered at the school gate. They wanted to see Fang Zhiyi, but were informed that he wasn't at the school. Only a yawning Fang Chenghan cast a meaningful glance at the somewhat old principal's office.
"Damn, are you really not going out to see them?" Little Hei asked.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "What difference would seeing them make? Rather than wasting time on that, I should figure out how to make money next..." This wave of sponsorships had completely hollowed out the savings he had so painstakingly accumulated.
He had become a pauper once again.
"You really are a good principal," Little Hei nodded in approval.
Fang Zhiyi still wore a crafty look. "You wouldn't understand."
"Only you understand, bah, only you!" Little Hei leaned against the window, watching the students reluctantly leave. Even it felt an unprecedented emotion welling up inside.
The Happy Life School continued to exist. Its scale never expanded, and every year, different problem students were sent here.
Welcoming these troublemakers was the friendly education from their senior peers. The school had cleared out an area behind the original campus, specifically used to isolate some of the little bastards as Principal Fang called them. Many people knew that bloodcurdling sounds would often drift out from that isolation zone. The students who managed to come out of there were incredibly well-behaved. Getting out wasn't simple; they had to pass multiple psychological evaluations and social practice exams.
In other words, they had to make these guys seek forgiveness.
During this time, some reporters wanted to use this matter to stir up hype, but Fang Zhiyi immediately retaliated by publishing the past deeds of these exceptionally special students, causing public opinion to side with the school once again.
After graduating, Fang Chenghan returned to the school once more. Although he voiced his disdain, he still ran around under the title of intern principal, his roars echoing through the school all day long.
Fang Zhiyi had visibly aged quite a bit. The students called him the broke principal behind his back, though of course, this was a joke. Most of them knew that this principal had dedicated his life to the school. To save money, he eventually just moved into the guardhouse to live, doubling as the security guard while he was at it.
"This is the place." A luxury sedan stopped at the school gate.
An old man with graying temples stepped out of the car, squinting as he sized up the school. Quite a few people stepped out of the cars following behind him.
His eyes suddenly locked onto the guardhouse, and upon recognizing the person inside, his mouth broke into a wide grin.
"Old Fang, you still look exactly the same."
Fang Zhiyi coldly raised his head and glanced at him. It was a face he despised.
"If you hadn't forced me away back then, I wouldn't have made so much money. I should thank you for buying this broken-down school." Hong Yanwen laughed heartily, though there was no warmth in his laughter. "I heard you're pretty capable, making a name for the school?"
"Do you have business here or not?" Fang Zhiyi gave him an impatient sidelong glance.
Hong Yanwen chuckled a couple more times. "Of course I do. Remember how you screwed me over back then? Hahahaha, I'm a man who remembers favors, but I also remember grudges. So here I am, ready to acquire this dump of yours."
He looked rather smug, clearly enjoying the thrill of revenge.
"Don't worry, I'll also offer you a price you can't refuse."
Fang Zhiyi stood up, opened the door, and walked out. He stood directly in front of Hong Yanwen. Hong Yanwen felt a jolt of alarm; he hadn't noticed it just a moment ago, but now that the other man was standing right in front of him, that same oppressive aura from the past erupted once again.
"You—you think I'm still afraid of you like before?" Hong Yanwen let out an awkward laugh. "I'm here to notify you! Do you know what I do now? I do big business!"
He sized up Fang Zhiyi's attire; no matter how you looked at it, he was just a destitute old man.
"The tables have turned. Back then, I begged you for sponsorship, but now it's your turn to beg me. If you beg me, I'll consider not going after you. How about it?"
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. "I suggest you get the hell out of here. Right now."
"What? Are you going to hit me?" Hong Yanwen stepped forward with a smirk.
"I won't hit you. Rather, hitting you shouldn't be my job. After all, I'm not the avenger here."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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...
