Three days until I start teaching
Shang Yanting received a last-minute notice that due to the opposition of the students in Class 3A to the new teacher, he was reassigned to Class 3Special. Moreover, within a year, he was tasked with ensuring that 30% of the students in Class 3Special graduated.
My first day as a teacher
Shang Yanting located the Level 3 Special Task Force according to the instructions.
This is the top floor of the school building, and it's located in the very corner as you walk further in.
There are only a few narrow skylights on the wall, through which a few rays of sunlight struggle to pass. Despite being the highest floor in the entire school building, it is also the darkest place in the building.
Does "Level 3 Special Class" refer to a special class for third-grade students?
Jia Xitong leaned on Shang Yanting's shoulder, listening to the noise coming from the classroom at the end of the corridor, and she couldn't help but tug at his clothes.
Even the dumbest person can see that Shang Yanting was transferred from the best class to the worst class, and was targeted on his very first day at work!
I'm a little worried.
"fine."
For Shang Yanting, whether it's the top class or the special class, it's just a task.
Until he opened the classroom door.
A strange, foul stench hit him, making Shang Yanting frown.
The back of the classroom was piled with uncleaned trash, and some students had even taken off their shoes and put their feet on the desks. They didn't stop when they saw Shang Yanting.
He stood calmly at the door, saying, "Clean the classroom after one incense stick has burned."
Nobody listened to him; everyone just went about their business.
Suddenly, the wooden door of the classroom flew in, grazing the heads of the students, and embedded itself in the back wall of the classroom.
The classroom finally fell silent, and everyone looked towards the door, until someone cursed, "Damn it!"
All of the dozen or so students in the class grabbed their weapons and charged at Shang Yanting, but before they could even get close, they were all blasted away.
A bunch of trash at the Martial Spirit stage.
He stood at the door with a cold gaze, then repeated, "Clean the classroom after half an incense stick's time."
The students in the Special Class 3 were dumbfounded.
When they couldn't win a fight, they obediently picked up brooms.
"The new guy is so amazing!"
"Someone this strong has come to our Special Class Three?"
"He's not someone to mess with; I don't want to be classmates with him."
A group of people were talking in hushed tones, but Shang Yanting still overheard them. "I am a teacher."
What?
Upon hearing this, the students of the Third Special Class looked at each other in bewilderment. This teacher didn't even look as old as the youngest among them!
Ignoring their stares, Shang Yanting walked into the classroom and stopped in front of the dusty teacher's chair.
He looked at the disciple with the most tattooed arms who was closest to him.
Under his calm yet oppressive gaze, the tattooed disciple lowered his head and replaced the chair with a clean one.
Three rules:
First, keep the classroom clean at all times;
Second, put on your clothes properly;
Third, obey me.
Jia Xitong looked at Shang Yanting, who was now exuding an aura of dominance and seemed like a completely different person—he was so handsome and so pretentious!
Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and stood up, "Who do you think you are? What happened to our previous teachers?"
right!
"We want our previous teachers."
Other students joined in the shouting.
Why were the teachers changed so suddenly? They didn't receive any notification at all.
Just as these people were about to protest, the man who had been shouting the loudest was blasted away by an invisible burst of true energy and crashed heavily against the wall behind him.
He couldn't get up for a long time, and he even vomited blood.
As for the rest...
Shang Yanting merely released the oppressive aura of a Martial King, and these people turned pale, blood gushing from their noses. Their bodies were compressed and bent by an invisible force, unable even to lift their heads.
He was rubbing the cutest system while doing the cruelest things.
"Either obey or die."
They started by putting on a show of force right from the first meeting.
This oppressive aura truly lasted for three minutes!
At least Shang Yanting withdrew his oppressive aura, and the students in the classroom were finally relieved, all panting weakly.
How is this teacher so amazing?!
Has the school gone mad, assigning teachers like this to their classes?!
It's important to understand that the worse the class, the weaker the teacher.
As the oldest group of third-year students, the least promising disciples, and even those who might not graduate, their previous teacher was a martial arts master at the peak of the Martial Spirit realm who had entered through connections.
In terms of strength, we simply cannot defeat them.
To everyone's surprise, the new teacher immediately intimidated him upon entering.
In the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the classroom's long-standing grime certainly won't be completely renewed.
If the requirements aren't met, they'll have to keep washing!
Under the oppressive force of absolute power, no one dared to resist. The members of Special Squad 3 pulled out the wooden door, repaired it, restored the back wall, and even lit candles to wipe the ceiling three times.
"Is that all right now?"
The entire classroom looked brand new, with not a speck of dust on the floor.
The Third Special Squad has never been this clean!
The disciple, who had been cleaning all day, left looking relieved, unaware that this was just the beginning.
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Day 2
Shang Yanting arrived at the classroom just as the bell rang.
To my surprise, when I arrived right on time, the classroom was empty!
As a poor student, Jia Xitong is utterly incapable of teaching and nurturing students. She didn't even realize it was time for class and assumed Shang Yanting had arrived early.
However, the classroom was dimly lit, so she drew eight light symbols last night.
Six of them were pasted overhead, and under the soft light, the classroom instantly became brighter.
The other two are posted at the very front, so as not to hurt Shang Yanting's eyes.
Half an hour later
The first disciple arrived late.
He walked into the classroom and paused for a moment at the door, wondering if he had gone to the wrong classroom because of the bright lights.
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