2: Chapter 2: Chalk Stub Shot to the Head, System Forcibly Bound

Fang Jiming stopped in his tracks.

Separated by that dilapidated door, he made eye contact with the group of students.

Since he had already been spotted, he might as well go in and show his face; it would at least make the cab fare he paid to get here today worth it.

Once he went through the motions, he would go downstairs and slap his resignation letter onto Director He Rencai's face.

Fang Jiming left his suitcase in the hallway.

He walked to the front door, gripped the wobbly iron handle, and pushed the door open with force.

He stepped into the classroom.

Just as he was about to squeeze a perfunctory smile onto his face to go through the motions, half a stick of white chalk drew an arc through the air and flew toward him.

The chalk headshot struck Fang Jiming squarely in the forehead.

It left a circular patch of white chalk dust on his forehead.

The piece of chalk bounced off and fell to the floor.

It rolled twice along the slanted concrete floor and stopped by the podium.

The classroom instantly went quiet.

Everyone's gaze landed on this new teacher.

Fang Jiming closed his eyes.

He reached up to rub his throbbing forehead, thinking that these little brats didn't know when to hold back.

He opened his eyes and swept his gaze across the entire class.

Over thirty students were either slumped over or sitting up, all watching the spectacle.

Not a single person had a shred of guilt on their face.

In the back row by the window, there was a boy with jarring, dyed yellow hair.

He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with a skull print, and his feet were sprawled carelessly on the desk.

He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He was tossing the other half of the chalk up and down in his hand, looking at the doorway with a mocking expression.

"Five bucks says the new guy won't last three days."

The yellow-haired boy whistled and swung his legs.

This person was Lu Zihao.

Fang Jiming had seen his mugshot on the form; he was a key student of concern.

Fighting, skipping class, smoking—he was proficient in everything, and had even been to the police station.

He was the most notorious problem student in this school.

Following Lu Zihao's words, the whole class burst into loud laughter.

A few boys jeered loudly, laughing without any restraint.

"Brother Hao, you're giving him too much credit."

"Looking at those skinny arms and legs, I bet he won't even last until school lets out this afternoon."

"This teacher looks like a weakling; he was probably stunned silly after getting hit just now."

A few girls in the front row with painted nails also covered their mouths and giggled.

Standing on the podium, Fang Jiming looked at this group of students and felt he couldn't do this job at all.

He raised his hand and casually brushed the chalk dust off his forehead.

He didn't even have the desire to retort.

Arguing with these rejects cast aside by society was a complete waste of life.

"Fine, you guys keep playing, I'm leaving."

Fang Jiming turned and walked out.

He didn't want to waste another word.

Even going to the Academic Affairs Office to resign or delivering food outside would be better than taking abuse here.

Just as his hand touched the doorknob, a crisp, electronic, mechanical voice rang out in his mind.

[Ding.]

[Host meeting criteria detected.]

[Master Teacher System is binding.]

Fang Jiming's hand paused on the doorknob.

He looked left and right; the hallway was empty, and the students in the classroom were still laughing wildly.

He thought he was having auditory hallucinations from staying up late playing games yesterday.

[Binding successful.]

[Host: Fang Jiming.]

[Profession locked: Teacher.]

[Congratulations, Host, for receiving the daily check-in fund reward.]

[First day's funds of 10,000 yuan have arrived; please check.]

The System's flat, broadcast-like voice echoed directly in his mind.

Fang Jiming felt his heart skip a beat.

As a modern young man who often read novels, he knew all too well that the word "System" meant a cheat code.

He hurriedly reached for the phone in his pants pocket.

The screen vibrated in perfect sync.

Fang Jiming pulled out his phone and lit up the screen.

He saw a text message notification from China Construction Bank.

"Your savings account ending in 8848 has received a deposit of 10,000.00 RMB; current balance is 10,125.50 RMB."

Fang Jiming swallowed hard.

This System actually gave money.

This 10,000 yuan had actually arrived, which was more than his salary for three months of work.

[Funds increase daily.]

[Second day: 100,000.]

[Third day: 1,000,000.]

[From the seventh day onwards, a stable daily income of 100,000,000 RMB.]

The System continued to broadcast the reward rules.

Fang Jiming felt like he couldn't breathe properly.

His mind was filled with the massive sum of 100 million a day.

With this money, why the hell would he still work?

Flying straight to the Maldives to rent an island and lie flat, or buying a private jet to travel the world, was the real priority.

His hands were shaking with excitement.

He even forgot about the pain in his forehead; all that remained was wild joy.

"System, I can spend this money however I want, right?"

Fang Jiming asked urgently in his mind.

[Yes.]

[These funds are covered by a legitimate overseas trust fund; the source is absolutely secure, and they can be spent freely.]

The System answered readily, and Fang Jiming grinned.

Just as he was about to pull the classroom door open to embrace his life as a billionaire, the System's voice came again.

This time, it carried a warning tone.

[Warning.]

[The host's current profession has been bound as Teacher.]

[Core Mission: Help students achieve a life transformation.]

[Rule 1: You must not expose the existence of the System to anyone.]

[Rule 2: You cannot voluntarily resign.]

[If either of the above rules is violated, the System will immediately unbind.]

[All disbursed funds will be cleared, and all relevant memories of the host will be forcibly wiped.]

The smile on Fang Jiming's face completely vanished.

His mind was filled with the four words: "cannot voluntarily resign."

Having assets of 100 million a day, yet being forced to be a teacher in this dilapidated school—this was truly human suffering.

"What kind of unfair clause is this?"

Fang Jiming cursed in his mind.

[Rule 3: The dropout rate of the class you are in charge of must not exceed 30%.]

[Current total number of students in the class: 38.]

[If the number of dropouts reaches 12, the System will initiate an eradication penalty.]

[The host will explode on the spot.]

The words "explode on the spot" made Fang Jiming's head buzz.

He froze by the door, maintaining the pushing motion, not daring to move.

The students in the classroom saw him standing by the door without moving for a long time and began to jeer impatiently again.

"Hey, new guy, why aren't you leaving yet?"

Lu Zihao took his feet off the desk and tapped on the tabletop.

"Are you reluctant to leave us, Teacher?"

The fat boy named Qian Duoduo grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing loudly.

"He couldn't have been scared stupid, could he?"

Various mocking voices filled the classroom.

Fang Jiming slowly turned around and looked at the thirty-eight students below.

In his eyes, these people were no longer students, but death warrants.

As long as twelve people dropped out, he would die in this crappy school.

Students getting expelled for fighting or dropping out to work in electronics factories was an everyday occurrence.

He could step on the System's red line at any moment.

"System, if I control the dropout rate, what other benefits are there besides money?"

Fang Jiming gritted his teeth and continued to ask in his mind.

[For every student successfully helped to complete a core transformation, you will receive a large special bonus and Teacher Virtue points.]

[Teacher Virtue points can be used to redeem special one-time teaching props.]

[When a high-attractiveness female develops feelings for you and confirms a romantic relationship, you can unlock special permanent teaching superpowers.]

The System's promises were grand, but Fang Jiming only cared about whether he would die.

He glanced at the balance on his phone.

That 10,000 yuan was lying there quietly; it was the largest windfall he had ever seen in his life.

For the 100 million a day, and to avoid being erased, he decided to fight it out with these little brats today.

Fang Jiming put his phone back in his pocket and slowly walked back to the center of the podium.

It was still noisy under the podium; no one took him seriously at all.

Lu Zihao pulled a lighter out of his pocket again, preparing to light the cigarette in his mouth.

Fang Jiming looked at the chaos before him and reached out to wipe the chalk dust off his forehead.

He secretly calculated how to take the first step.