"Wen Kang, do you think the school has changed?" a student suddenly asked.

Ruan Wenkang recalled what happened yesterday, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head.

"You're dreaming. They're definitely thinking of ways to get rid of us," said another tall student.

Most people remained silent.

It wasn't until dawn that Zhao Dali rang the wake-up call. He hadn't been able to sleep after seeing the children's appearance, and he got angrier and angrier sitting in his dormitory room. After ringing the call, he went straight to the principal's office where Fang Zhiyi was.

He didn't expect that when he opened the door, several colleagues were already standing there.

"Principal, I checked on Ruan Wenkang yesterday. He was covered in injuries, marks from being whipped with a belt, and his arm was burned by cigarette butts. What kind of people are these?!" A beautiful woman was very angry, with dark circles under her eyes, and it looked like she hadn't slept well all night.

Lin Guoqiang crossed his arms: "I don't even dare to speak loudly, because if I do, the students tremble. What's wrong with this school?"

“Something’s wrong with our class too; those kids are like robots.”

Everyone started talking at once.

Fang Zhiyi looked at the people in front of him and yawned. These so-called new teachers were all found by Xiao Hei, and it seemed that he hadn't made a mistake in choosing them.

"Let's not talk about what they went through in the past. Your focus now is to break their shackles." Fang Zhiyi stood up, glanced at Zhao Dali, and Zhao Dali suddenly understood. Fang Zhiyi probably already knew about these children's problems.

"Principal, are you just going to let that former principal go like that? Shouldn't we expose him?"

"Will it be useful?" Fang Zhiyi asked. "What happens after it's exposed? You may have vented your anger, but what about these children? Will their parents take them away and continue searching for the next happy school? And what about the children who aren't in this school?"

“I’ve come to you because you each have your own strengths. I want you to teach these children that everyone’s life has meaning. You need to discover their strengths and completely change their lives.”

Fang Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

"As for that Hong Yanwen... let him go, we have to look forward."

Finally, the teachers dispersed, and they had to return to their own classes to gather the students. Fang Zhiyi had already reviewed yesterday's forms, and today he would personally oversee the class assignments.

As the students standing on the playground looked at the principal in front of them, some of them recognized him as Fang Chenghan's father, who had come yesterday. Remembering how he had beaten Fang Chenghan yesterday, everyone shrank back.

"Enough with the chit-chat, Mr. Lin Guoqiang, step forward!"

Lin Guoqiang came out.

"Anyone interested in fighting, physical exercise, or brawling, please stand in front of Teacher Lin Guoqiang."

No one moved; everyone looked at him with confusion.

Could it be that the new principal wants them to have a one-on-one fight with that teacher who's like a thug?

Fang Zhiyi ignored their silence.

"Those who like to draw, stand in front of the teacher with glasses; those who like to sing, stand over to the old gentleman; and... well, those who like to play games, you'll have to wait, your teacher is coming from out of town."