Chapter 2 "The Principal is So Generous!"
Fu Qing felt like he had stepped into a pirate ship.
She had a feeling that her dear students would feel the same way after school started tomorrow.
The thought that more than two thousand people were suffering with me suddenly made me feel much better.
Fu Qing swallowed her complaints. "Never mind, what should we do next?"
Once the naming is complete, the management panel will be unlocked.
name?
Fu Qing snapped out of her daze and hesitated for two seconds before replying, "...Fang Zhou."
"Let's call him Fangzhou."
It was the last ship when the flood came, and also the last oasis for mankind.
[Approved.]
As the electronic voice faded, it was as if a giant was wielding a carving knife, and suddenly, stroke by stroke, the four large, flamboyant characters "Fangzhou University" appeared on the empty marble monument at the school gate.
Finally, gold powder was added, and the black and gold school monument immediately exuded a low-key and calm temperament under the sunlight.
It actually looks quite convincing.
[Management panel unlocked!]
With a thought, Fu Qing unlocked the panel and it immediately appeared before her eyes.
The suspended, semi-transparent screen is clearly divided into several sections:
#Campus Information: Review the operational status and adjust teaching objectives.
#Campus Map: View the overall layout, buildings, and distribution of various facilities.
#Teacher and Student Roster: View current faculty and student files, personnel assignments, etc.
#Task List: View task progress and rating time.
#Building Mall: Here you can exchange various resources and upgrade buildings.
...
The page has a simple, old-fashioned style with white background and black Song typeface. The only out-of-place element is the eye-catching countdown in the upper right corner. Every second, the number on the far right jumps up.
The scarlet lettering was so intense it looked like it had been smeared with blood; after looking at it for a while, you could faintly hear the howls of zombies echoing in your ears.
Fu Qing seemed not to hear and opened the map.
Although the campus land allocated by the system is located in a remote suburb far from the city, its area is very small, totaling no more than 600 acres. The school has only one grade and a total of 2,400 students. Not counting Fu Qing himself, the principal, the total number of faculty, staff and their families is zero, which is less than the number of students in many high schools in China.
So although it was cramped, it was enough.
The campus is roughly a regular square, facing south, with clearly defined areas. Entering from the south gate, the teaching area is directly ahead and to the southeast, the living area including dormitories, canteens, and supermarkets is to the northeast, the sports field and gymnasium are to the southwest, and an artificial lake and grove of trees are to the northwest.
Though small, the sparrow has all the vital organs.
Because school hasn't started yet, the student section of the teacher and student roster is locked, and the teacher page only shows Fu Qing's name.
[Teacher Information]
Name: Fu Qing
Position: Principal
Abilities: Intelligence S+, Physical Ability S+, Survival Skills S+, Intelligence S+
Overall Rating: SSS (You will definitely become an excellent teacher!)
Courses in charge: Unassigned
Student popularity rating: (Not updated)
Salary: 0 teaching points/month
Below that is an overall overview.
Current number of faculty and staff: 1
Current monthly salary: 0 teaching points/month
And a huge recruitment button—
Shortage of staff? No one to teach your specialized courses? Try recruiting new teachers!
[Click to Recruit]
(Single consumption: 10 teaching points)
Fu Qing curled her index finger and lightly tapped the three characters for "teaching point" twice with her knuckles: "What is this?"
System: [To the host, teaching points are the basic currency used by the management system. They can be used to purchase facilities, upgrade buildings, hire employees, and redeem rewards in the shop, among other things. They have various uses, which you can explore on your own later.]
You can earn tutorial points by completing tasks and participating in special events.
Got it, it's the built-in currency in simulation management games.
Fu Qing understood, and then asked, "What about the tuition fees paid by the students?"
system:【……】
She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked in a gentle tone, "Did you eat it?"
[...] The electronic voice stammered: "[Even building structures in the current world requires bribing officials in various places...]"
These currencies are generally used to replenish the system's energy. Those powerful figures who are bound to the system are more concerned with the rewards that points can be exchanged for; as for real-world money, that's just external possessions. But why is their host taking such an unconventional path?!
It felt wronged.
Fu Qing scoffed lightly, and the system immediately shut up.
“You can take the tuition, but there are some conditions,” Fu Qing said firmly. “For students from impoverished families, tuition will be reduced or waived, and scholarships will be allocated to help them with their living expenses. They have a lot to do this year and can’t spend all their time working.”
"In addition, if a reward and punishment system needs to be established in the future, the bonuses will be allocated from the tuition revenue."
The system seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said in a soft, yet somewhat helpless voice, "Okay."
Fu Qing was finally satisfied.
As for herself, she doesn't need the money.
When Fu Qing was in high school, her parents passed away in an accident, leaving behind a considerable inheritance. Just now, while buying spicy hot pot, she glanced at her online banking. The money was still lying obediently in her account. Although it wouldn't make her rich, it would certainly be enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for the rest of their life.
Unfortunately, Fu Qing is destined to never experience the warmth left by her parents. In less than a year, this money will become worthless; whether there are seven or eight figures on the card will make no difference.
Rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, all beings are equal in the face of an unreasonable virus.
Even if it's used to buy supplies, the money on hand is more than enough.
Instead of worrying about the tuition fees that will never be paid, why not take this opportunity to give the system a piece of your mind?
Further down, the task list section flashes "New," indicating two new tasks have appeared.
Main Quest: "The Beginning"
[Description: You now own a university campus, but the school sign is empty. A good name is the beginning of everything. Give your school a catchy name!]
[Requirement: Name the school (Completed)]
[Reward: 30 Teaching Points]
Click to claim your reward, and you'll receive 30 teaching points. The shop page below will then be unlocked.
She didn't rush to look at the store; instead, she scrolled down and found the second task.
Main Quest: "An Unforgettable First Day"
[Description: A good start is half the battle. Tomorrow is the registration day for new students. Students from all over the country, full of expectations for knowledge and aspirations for a new life, will gather here, and you will become their guide.]
—They must be eagerly waiting to know your name!
[Requirements: Complete the new student registration activity; give a self-introduction in front of the whole school (not completed)]
[Reward: 50 Teaching Points]
...Who would be so eager to know the principal's name?
Fu Qing's lips twitched.
Even if the system wants to issue transitional tasks for beginners, shouldn't it put some effort into it?
However, given the school's unique circumstances, an opening speech introducing its basic information is probably inevitable.
So, after going around in circles, we've come back to the very first question.
[…Host, so how exactly do you plan to get the students to accept the impending apocalypse?]
The system watched as Fu Qing clicked on all the sections one by one, finally falling into deep thought, and couldn't help but ask a question.
It had seen past records and knew how naive and foolish humans could be. Even when disaster truly struck, many people still refused to believe it, mistaking it for a movie shoot. Some tried to take photos with zombies, others wanted to use shouting to calm them down and bring them back to their senses, and still others insisted on going out for a stroll despite warnings. In the end, they naturally used their lives to provide the best explanation for the word "courting death."
It believed that Fu Qing had seen even more.
With a full year to go and no immediate evidence of an impending virus outbreak, convincing students to believe and wholeheartedly accept the school's teaching methods is an impossible task.
Even if they can't drop out, they still have many ways to skip classes. Leaving early, faking illness, hiring someone to attend class for them—the methods are endless.
If we spend a lot of energy trying to outwit and outmaneuver students, we will only waste precious time that could be used for backtracking.
Therefore, this problem must be solved.
Under the system's worried gaze, Fu Qing closed the panel: "No need to accept."
The system imagined a whole host of scenarios, but ultimately only came up with these five nonchalant words, causing it to pause in surprise for a moment: 【What?】
"When the apocalypse came, no one taught the survivors how to accept it."
How can one accept that loved ones and friends, with whom one spends every day, have turned into ugly, mindless zombies? How can one accept that one's once happy and peaceful life has vanished overnight? The city has come to a standstill, order has collapsed, and fellow countrymen have become wandering monsters, while one can only flee in panic, becoming something even worse than the monsters themselves, the monsters' prey.
No one asked them if they could accept it.
All Fu Qing knew was that those who couldn't accept it were dead.
Then, the survivors got used to cracking open the skulls of zombies, slitting the throats of living people who came to steal supplies, getting used to the filthy and dilapidated living environment, the food visited by insects, ants, snakes, and rats, and also getting used to the jungle law of death and rebirth.
They went from being prey to being hunters.
"Humans have an unimaginable capacity to adapt to environmental changes. Throw them into it, and they will learn to accept it on their own," Fu Qing said. "This is an inevitable path, and one that cannot be avoided."
There is no teaching more profound than firsthand experience.
Her gaze was calm, clearly indicating that she already knew what was going on.
Fu Qing tapped the title of the second task with her fingertip, and the flickering light finally reflected the mischievous glint in her eyes: "I believe that tomorrow's reporting day will be very, very, very, unforgettable for them."
*
The next day, at the entrance of Fangzhou University.
"Xiao Shuang, is this your school?"
The middle-aged man helped unload the suitcase from the trunk, his gaze constantly glancing at the school gate behind him, a strange glint in his smile. "It's supposed to be a Double First-Class University, but it looks... a bit small."
He was almost about to say the word "shabby".
The woman leaned out of the car: "Yes, we haven't seen a single convenience store along the way, and we're almost in the mountains."
Song Rushuang took the luggage and tried her best to block her uncle and aunt's scrutinizing gaze with her slender body, but to no avail. She could only say without changing her expression, "Auntie, I heard that this is a new campus that was only put into use this year. The surrounding construction may not have caught up yet. It will be fine in a while."
"Can't even order takeout, sis, you've had a tough four years." My cousin Song Xiang, sitting in the back seat with his legs spread apart, played on his phone and said gloatingly, "A little over 600 points, and that's it?"
Xu Feng slapped her son's head lightly, but not hard, and scolded him gently: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"That's true, what a terrible school it is, small and remote... who knows if we'll even be able to find a job after graduating..."
Song Xiang was hit and complained in a low voice, feeling unconvinced. The couple looked angry, but couldn't help but smile.
Song Rushuang and Song Xiang's fathers were brothers who married and had children in the same year, one a girl and the other a boy. For some reason, Song Xiang's father developed a sense of superiority, and at every family gathering, the central theme was always showing off his precious son. Unfortunately, Song Xiang was disappointing; his grades hovered around the passing mark from a young age, and he barely managed to score 400 on the college entrance exam. Seeing Song Rushuang's impressive score, the family was so angry that they didn't have any contact with his older brother's family for the entire summer.
If the two hadn't registered on the same day, and Song Rushuang's parents hadn't gone on a tour abroad and couldn't send their daughter to school, asking Song Rushuang's uncle and aunt to bring her over, it's uncertain when the two families would have met again.
Now, looking at the poor and pitiful little school squeezed on the edge of the mountain, Song Xiang and his family suddenly exhaled the pent-up frustration they had been holding in, and their eyes and brows were filled with smiles.
Look at this! A school with a score of over 600 is nothing special!
Song Rushuang pretended not to hear, mentally ranting about her unreliable parents a thousand times over, and politely smiled, "Uncle, I'll be going now."
"Okay, go ahead."
Her cousin's family hummed a song and left gloatingly. Only then did Song Rushuang turn around, look at the school where she would be staying for at least four years, and look her up and down in disbelief. Her expression completely collapsed.
"No way? It's really that small??"
Looking at the students passing by with their complicated expressions, it's likely they were all thinking the same thing.
—I feel like I've been cheated.jpg
Some students whose families lived locally fell into deep thought: Was there really a school at this address? When was it built? They had absolutely no recollection of it…
Looking back on the application process, I'm still a bit confused. I only remember spending a lot of time researching information, and then a thought inexplicably popped into my head: this university is the best fit for me.
That's all I'll think about.
I had been happily anticipating the summer, but when I stood at the school gate, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, and I was suddenly jolted back to reality.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?
? ? ?
A group of students with question marks on their heads gathered at the school gate, their eyes clear but bewildered.
They followed the crowd to the school gate in a daze, only to find two burly, solemn-looking security guards standing there, shouting through a loudspeaker: "Parents, stop here. Only students are allowed to enter. New students, please line up in one column to receive supplies."
Several parents carrying large bags and small packages immediately erupted in anger.
"University campuses should be open, what kind of logic is that!"
"With so much luggage, if the parents don't go inside, will the teachers help carry it?"
As Song Rushuang passed by, she even overheard an auntie frantically instructing her son, "Put your underwear and socks in this bag, and take them home to wash this weekend. Also, don't try to get the water yourself, be careful not to burn yourself. Ask your roommate for help, or if that doesn't work, give him a few yuan every month..."
Song Rushuang: "..."
Reality tells us that when you encounter one Song Xiang, it means there's a whole nest of Song Xiangs in the shadows.
The parents were arguing loudly, but the security guards remained unyielding, remembering their employer's ironclad rule: not a single parent was allowed to enter the school today.
The well-trained security team guarded the school like an impenetrable wall.
The group moved forward in this chaotic yet orderly manner.
Finally, it was Song Rushuang's turn in line, and she received the legendary "supplies" as she had hoped.
It turned out to be a pure black watch.
Song Rushuang exclaimed in surprise.
I've only ever heard of people getting thermos cups, T-shirts, and canvas bags as gifts at the start of the school year, but this is the first time I've seen such a high-end gift.
It seems my future alma mater isn't as shabby as it looks!
The watch is exquisitely crafted, without any unnecessary embellishments, yet its design is very elegant. The edge of the dial is engraved with a small boat swaying in a flood with just a few strokes, and the simple logo design made Song Rushuang fall in love with it at first sight.
"Is this a watch made by our school? The logo looks like Noah's Ark, right?"
Ark and Fangzhou are easily associated with each other.
“My friends sent me a set of bookmarks. This watch is so beautiful. If I send it to him, he will be so envious.”
"The principal is so generous!"
Some astute observers noticed that the watch had functions such as a compass and temperature measurement, and there were several buttons on the side of the dial whose purpose was unclear.
"This is a tactical watch, right? What are all these fancy functions for?" He was completely baffled.
Those nearby speculated, "Could it be that they're worried we might accidentally get lost in the mountains?"
In the background, a loudspeaker hanging on the gate repeatedly broadcasts: "Please wear your watch correctly on your wrist. Do not remove your watch while on campus..."
The students were so engrossed in their conversation that they completely ignored the reminder.
Amidst the commotion, Song Rushuang obediently put on her watch.
Surprisingly, the moment the watch strap snapped on perfectly, a faint glow appeared around the dial. Like an electronic device automatically starting up, the light circled once, finally settling next to the largest button.
It's a very obvious guiding design.
Song Rushuang hesitated for two seconds, then pressed the button, and a three-dimensional panel suddenly appeared in the void above the watch face.
She was startled, "!"
The students next to him walked by chatting and laughing, completely ignoring this obviously unreasonable scene.
Song Rushuang realized a beat late that this was actually a panel that only she could see.
Several lines of text were clearly projected onto the screen—
Bioinformatics verification passed.
[Student Information]
Name: Song Rushuang
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Dormitory: 1-1111
Current points: 0
Current school-wide ranking: N/A (will be updated after the first assessment)
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