But soon, these teenagers felt the pressure.

When an interest becomes a course, the nature of the game changes.

"The jungle monsters will respawn in five minutes! Mark the location! Determine the enemy's position!"

"Don't you look at the eye area?"

"You three, you'll stay after class today and play ten games before you can leave! The score must be above the average!"

"And the others, submit me a strategic and tactical plan for 5v5 on different maps tomorrow, no less than a thousand words."

Some people disagreed, but the champion beat them so badly that they lost their internet addiction on the spot.

"Principal Fang, I think I might be more suited to studying." Finally, someone approached Fang Zhiyi and said this.

Meanwhile, students from other specialty courses nervously submitted their applications. Fang Zhiyi didn't say anything about their requirements, but simply asked Fang Chenghan to take them to each specialty course teacher for evaluation.

He is very busy.

"Principal, regarding the issue of reassigning male and female dormitories..." Zhao Dali pushed open the door and entered, only to see Fang Zhiyi wearing a driver's vest, which left him somewhat bewildered.

Fang Zhiyi took off her vest, revealing a takeout uniform underneath.

"Principal, you... you have quite a few side jobs, huh?"

Fang Zhiyi said irritably, "I work twenty jobs a day! Call me the Emperor of Wage Earners!"

"Oh, by the way, you should discuss the dormitory reassignment with my son!" He hurriedly left the office.

"Fang Chenghan, it seems your dad has gone out of school to make money again." The previously silent girl nudged Fang Chenghan. Fang Chenghan looked up at the hurried figure not far away and suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his dad would leave him at the neighbor's house and rush out to set up a stall.

The silhouettes of these two different eras gradually overlap at this moment.

Back then, he was doing it to support himself; now, he's doing it to support the school.

"That old geezer, I don't know what he's after," Fang Chenghan muttered.

The girl looked at his face: "You're saying one thing and meaning another."

Fang Chenghan stubbornly retorted, "That's true! He's never cared about me since I was a child!"

"At least he's with you now, isn't he?"

Fang Chenghan looked at the girl, whose eyes held a complex expression: "You're not like me, not even like us. Our family doesn't want us anymore."

“How could that be? What parent doesn’t love their own child?” Fang Chenghan said subconsciously, then he froze.

When did I first have this idea?

Thinking back, it seems like it all started when my dad asked me to take care of these classmates. From then on, I had to worry about their lives and studies, and I felt like I was going to die from exhaustion.

When Dad first saw me, did he also feel like he was about to die from exhaustion?

If Fang Zhiyi knew what he was thinking, she would definitely grab his ear and shout at him, "That's right!"

But perhaps even Heaven couldn't stand it anymore. When Fang Zhiyi returned to school in the middle of the night, she had taken off her takeout clothes and put on a delivery jacket.

"Even leading an army to rebel wouldn't be this bad!!!" he cursed, but when he pushed open the door, he saw Fang Chenghan waiting for him.