However, while some people supported the school, others raised questions. Some believed that there were problems with the teaching methods at Fang Zhiyi's school, to which Fang Zhiyi did not respond.
"Some things aren't so important whether they're right or wrong," Fang Zhiyi taught Fang Chenghan.
Fang Chenghan didn't quite understand: "Right is right, wrong is wrong, why isn't that important? If none of that matters, what does?"
Fang Zhiyi tapped him on the head: "Topics are important. If there are points of contention, people will remember us."
Fang Chenghan shook his head, feeling that his father was becoming more and more unfathomable.
Taking advantage of this wave of public opinion, Fang Zhiyi struck while the iron was hot and found the relevant departments to clarify the preparation procedures and qualifications. This move made all the teachers in the school admire her greatly.
The freshman stood downstairs with a nonchalant air, looking around arrogantly.
A tall, thin man slowly walked out of the teaching building: "Brother Fang."
Fang Chenghan turned around and saw him: "Yellow Hair, you're here?"
The tall, thin man habitually touched his hair, which had turned back to black, and laughed, "You go ahead and get busy. Leave these scoundrels to me."
"What are you two whispering about? Hurry up and take me to the dorm! What a lousy place, what a lousy building, and this guy looks..."
The blond-haired man looked at the kid who had spoken, his eyes gradually narrowing. Only after being educated did he realize how ridiculous he had been before.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the VIP dormitory." The blond-haired man clapped his hands, trying to make his smile appear more friendly.
After a while, a new student who had joined the art class put down his pen in confusion: "It sounds like something is making noise outside."
The senior student next to him shook his head habitually: "It's normal. There are often such shouts in the combat training class. It's just that it may be more frequent recently. You'll get used to it."
Fang Zhiyi retained some of the original school's principles in this regard, which was to let certain scumbags experience a complete student life.
These creatures, who find pleasure in bullying the weak, defying their parents, and even beating up their teachers, have also found their own place.
They were assigned to live alone in a dilapidated two-story building. While the other students were still sleeping, they were violently woken up and made to run. Any resistance was met with being taken to a boxing class for private lessons. Food was also provided on a rudimentary basis.
In just one month, these arrogant young masters and ladies wilted, and even dared not look directly at classmates who greeted them.
When someone tried to contact their parents, the teacher produced the guarantee that the parents had signed to shut them up.
"Now I completely understand why you said some rules should still be kept." Fang Chenghan, though only a teenager, was imitating Fang Zhiyi, holding a thermos cup, watching the teachers scolding the students. "But, can they really change?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't speak, but another student next to her said: "What we need is not for them to change, but to make them afraid, to let them know that there will always be things in this world that can make them feel fear."
Fang Zhiyi looked approvingly at the girl named Xu Qing, the one who had suicidal thoughts back then.
“I’ve been studying psychology on my own recently. My teacher said I have a talent for it, but there aren’t any professional teachers at school,” Xu Qing said with a smile.
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "A psychology teacher... I can take on that role as well."
Fang Chenghan immediately became alert: "Your psychology courses, are they just about whipping people with bamboo sticks?"
"Huh? You've gotten smarter?"
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