Chapter 6: Fierce Style, Dismounting Majesty

  Ling Fei and Liu Daqiang stood in front of the classroom door of Class 1 (3), ... Liu Daqiang's face looked a bit unsightly, and he handed Ling Fei a booklet with a quick "Xiao Ling... you... take care of yourself... I'll go first..."

  After finishing speaking, Liu Dajiang suddenly disappeared into the corridor. Ling Fei was unaware of the danger approaching him and muttered: "This Director Liu, at such an old age... still so impulsive..."

  She gently shook her flowing long hair, Ling Fei's face wore a sacred smile, she took bold steps and pushed open the classroom door. The moment the door opened, Ling Fei felt as if she had arrived in heaven, holy white light rushed before her...

  Ling Fei took a glance at his students, who were all innocent and pure-looking, and he couldn't help but feel that heaven was being too kind to him - no, it was biased towards him. He felt extremely fortunate as he thought: "My teaching career is going to unfold on this sacred stage!"

  Whoa! A bucket of water splashed down from somewhere, Ling Fei's eyes narrowed, and with a beautiful backflip, he dodged it without getting a single drop on him. At this moment, the students immediately started whispering to each other.

  "Zhan Yan, quickly, add thirty neural reflections for the new teacher, immediately start Plan B,"

  "Received, Xiao Rou, seduction plan cancelled, initiate Plan B, notify Yue Qiao, be prepared to let the blackboard collapse at any time..."

  "Received, Wang Jiawen, wait a moment and prepare to trip him up. Then wrap the dog shit well and let him have a dog-eat-shit..."

  The students' plan to trick Ling Fei was changed in an instant, but Ling Fei was still unaware and curiously looked at the red bucket. Unfortunately, he had never seen Stephen Chow's "Royal Tramp".

  Ling Fei walked into the classroom with a smile, his face didn't show any displeasure, and he smiled brightly: "Hello everyone! I'm your new teacher, my name is Ling Fei..."

  As he spoke, Brush Brush wrote his name on the blackboard. At this time, the boy who showed off his muscles stood up and said loudly: "Good teacher Ling!"

  The students stood up in unison, their voices extremely loud: "Good morning, Teacher Ling!" Ling Fei turned around, the smile on his face even brighter: "Good morning, classmates, don't be so enthusiastic, you'll disturb the students of other classes..." And he didn't know that the teacher from Class 2 next door let out a bitter laugh: "Alas... another poor soul is going to die at the hands of those students..."

  Ling Fei slightly pressed his palm, signaling the students to sit down. The students were very obedient and quickly sat up straight. Ling Fei nodded in satisfaction: "From today on, I will be your class teacher, and my main subject is Chinese... I hope we can spend a happy semester together..."

  Clap, clap, clap! Thunderous applause erupted, instantly lifting Ling Fei to the sky. Slowly, the classroom fell silent again. Ling Fei opened the booklet given by Liu Daqiang, which was the class name list. Ling Fei smiled and said: "Now let's start taking attendance."

  Zhou Yuan

  "Here!" A girl in the front row with a ordinary appearance but quite likable, swung her cute little braids and replied softly. Ling Fei nodded, indicating that she could sit down. Flipping through the class roster, he continued:

  Wang Chen

  A pale-looking boy stood up from the back row and replied weakly.

  "Shen Ya"

  Wang Jiawen

  Vedlena

  Qian Yurou

  "Yu Zhengya"

  "Willow Liu"

  Jiang Xingxiao

  Lin Yuqiao

  "Letter of Introduction"

  "Is Zhou Chuxin here?" Ling Fei nodded twice, but no one answered. He furrowed his brow slightly, put a check mark next to Zhou Chuxin's name and wrote "absent".

  He continued.

  Fang Zhan Yan

  "Chu Wind"

  ……

  ……

  Very quickly, after taking attendance, there were thirty-one people in the class, sixteen boys and fifteen girls. Three students were absent: Zhou Chuxin, Lin Wanshi, and Zhang Qiana. Ling Fei smiled and said, "Alright, I'll deduct some points from those who are absent. Now let's start our lesson. This period is language arts, please open your textbooks..."

  Ling Fei, unprepared and without a lesson plan, could only flip through the textbook from the previous teacher, listening to the rustling of pages below. He felt relieved and energized for the lecture. Looking at the language textbook, he cleared his throat lightly, putting on a show as a teacher: "Classmates, this lesson we should be discussing the fourth text ' Torrent' in the second unit. Ah, yes, 'Torrent'. Several years ago, I read Tolstoy's 'Resurrection' with tears streaming down my face and wrote a sentence on the title page: 'Life itself is a tragedy.' But that's not true. Life isn't a tragedy; it's a struggle. What are we living for? Or why do we have this life? Romain Rolland's answer is 'to conquer it'. I think he's right. Since I was born, although I've only experienced twenty-odd years of winter and summer, this short period hasn't been spent in vain. During this time, I've seen many things and learned a lot. My surroundings are boundless darkness, but I'm not alone or hopeless. Wherever I am, I always see that torrent of life surging forward, creating its own path through the rugged mountains and rocks."

  Ling Fei read to this point, looked at the serious-looking students below, and smiled: "Which classmate can explain the meaning of this passage?" No one answered, not even Lin Yueqiao, the representative of Chinese class, remained silent.

  Ling Fei furrowed his brow, thinking the students were embarrassed. But then Chu Feng made a subtle gesture with his hand, and Lin Qiaoyue quietly took out a small remote control, pressed it lightly, and - Boom!

  The blackboard suddenly fell towards Ling Fei, who lightly stretched out his hand and pressed down on the falling blackboard without even turning his head. It was only now that Ling Fei realized this group of students wasn't as well-behaved as he had imagined.

  The tone was somewhat unfriendly: "Who did it?..." The classroom was quiet, no one dared to speak, what a joke? That's a whole blackboard, not heavy or light, but also twenty to forty kilograms, and yet with just one hand holding it steady, without even a slight tremble. Whoever stood out at this time must be crazy...

  Ling Fei gently pushed the blackboard back, only to discover that it was an exquisite setup. Four mechanical claws grasped the four corners of the blackboard. If someone manipulated them, the mechanical claws would instantly release, and then...

  Ling Fei thought of this and couldn't help but feel a little angry. Fortunately, it was him; if it were a weak language teacher who got hit, they would probably be dizzy and disoriented. Ling Fei gritted his teeth and said: "I'll give you an opportunity. If you don't stand up again and I find out, it won't just be a matter of criticism."

  Still no one answered, slowly walked down from the stage, and started searching from the first row. Lin Qiu Yue was so nervous that she forgot to destroy the evidence, but hastily stuffed the remote control into her desk drawer. Starting from the left side of the first row, they searched each student one by one. Just as they were about to reach the second-to-last seat, Wang Jiawen quietly stretched out his foot, trying to trip Ling Fei. Ling Fei coldly smiled and kicked Wang Jiawen's calf with just the right amount of force. Wang Jiawen felt like her calf didn't belong to her anymore, as a tearing pain shot up from it.

  He instantly fell to the ground, wailing in agony. Ling Fei gave him a faint glance, his eyes suddenly becoming extremely fierce as he swept a gaze across the students in the classroom. The room was silent, with only Wang Jiawen's heart-wrenching wails filling the air.

  Ling Fei continued to search, fortunately, there was no resistance from the students. Ling Fei only found a carefully wrapped package of dog feces on Wang Jia Wen's desk, and nothing else.

  Row by row, soon, Ling Fei was only one person away from Lin Yueqiao's seat. Due to nervousness, Lin Yueqiao clenched her fists tightly, wishing she could crush that remote control immediately.

  When Ling Fei stood beside Lin Yueqiao, due to the pressure, Lin Yueqiao felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Suddenly, a loud shout came, "Teacher! It's me!"

  Ling Fei slowly turned his head, looking at Chu Feng whose mouth was twitching, and walked over with a smile. He stared straight into Chu Feng's eyes, while Chu Feng also refused to back down, staring back instead. The two of them glared at each other for a moment before Ling Fei calmly said: "You're a real man."

  Having said that, he turned back to the podium, picked up the language textbook: "Okay, let's continue with the lesson. What did the author of ' Torrents' preface want to express?"

  At the moment when Ling Fei turned around, all the students let out a sigh of relief, while Lin Yueqiao and Chu Feng seemed to be fainting, slumping in their seats. Lin Yueqiao was even more so, disregarding her ladylike demeanor, panting heavily.

  In the first class, Ling Fei successfully gave all the students a head start...