Ultimate Teacher

The cool breeze howled, and the atmosphere was tense with killing intent.

In the grand and solemn martial arts hall of the Fang family, two factions stood in and facing each other.

A young girl in a black martial arts outfit stood proudly in the center of the hall, her head held high as she coldly glanced at the crowd of men, women, and children in front of her. She spoke domineeringly, "Where's Fang Yan? Get Fang Yan out here to fight me."

" Fang Yan is grooming and getting dressed; he'll be out soon," a scholarly middle-aged man responded, frowning. He clearly wasn't pleased with the aggressive attitude of this girl.

He was Fang Yixing, a descendant of the Fang family's Tai Chi lineage. With his love for poetry and painting, he didn't have the typical boldness of a martial artist. Instead, he had the refined aura of a Confucian scholar.

Ye Wenrou sneered and said, "Grooming and dressing? Maybe he's too scared to come out."

"Such arrogance!" Fang Yixing's face grew ugly. Though he didn't inherit the Fang family's warrior instincts, he couldn't verbally fight this girl. Her attitude left him feeling suffocated.

"My brother Fang Yan will come out soon, and he'll show you!" a boy with a round face waved his fists defiantly.

As soon as the little boy finished speaking, the crowd burst into laughter.

"Since when has Fang Yan ever beaten Ye Wenrou? Every year when the Fang and Ye families compete, from the first match ten years ago, when has Fang Yan ever won?"

"Exactly, the first time he fought, he got beaten so badly he couldn't get out of bed for ten days. Wenrou is a martial arts prodigy, a once-in-a-century talent from the Ye family."

"The second time, he broke his left leg. The third time, he lost two front teeth. And just recently, Wenrou beat him so hard he played dead on the ground. Oh, what a sight that was!"

"Long-tongued kids!" Fang Yixing's face turned even more sour as he pointed at the Ye family men mocking his son. "Shamless Gossips!"

He wanted to argue back for his son but... unfortunately, everything they said was true.

Ye Wenrou waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Enough talk. Get Fang Yan out here to fight. If he's not a coward, he should prove himself with his fists."

Fang Yixing turned to his wife and said, "Go call Fang Yan. The men of the Fang family would rather die fighting than endure this humiliation."

"Master, something's wrong—something's wrong!" A young disciple ran over with a panicked expression.

"What's wrong? Speak clearly," Fang Yixing, known for his dislike of people acting flustered, scolded.

" The young master has fled—he's run away!" the disciple said, nearly in tears.

"Run away?" Fang Yixing's face twitched violently. "How did he run? Where did he go?"

"I don't know," the disciple replied. "He left a letter."

"Quick, open it!"

"It's not for you, master. It's for Miss Ye."

"----" Fang Yixing felt like the world was crumbling around him. Is this really my son?

"Coward!" Ye Wenrou was momentarily stunned, then let out a cold laugh. "Give me the letter."

The disciple, not daring to disobey the fierce young woman, quickly handed her the letter.

Ye Wenrou opened it and found only a simple, mocking message written like a doggerel:

"Stupid hag, a real man doesn't fight with women. Smart dogs don't block the road. I'm out of here. Don't bother looking for me!"

"Fang Yan!" Ye Wenrou's eyes filled with murderous intent. She clenched her hands together, and the letter turned to ash.

"Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will grind your bones to dust."

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Suzaku Private School, the top private high school in Huacheng.

[TL note: This school is mainly the mixed of middle and high-school and Fang Yan was assigned for middle school, why I am telling this now? Because in the later chapter it will help you to understand]

Fang Yan stood at the school gates, watching the young girls in white blouses and plaid skirts, bouncing around, full of youthful energy. He took a deep breath of the fragrant air, his face filled with satisfaction as he said to himself, "I'm firmly convinced that schoolgirls in white, semi-transparent blouses with black bras faintly showing underneath are the most attractive goddesses."

"Getting beaten up every year? It's better to run away." A twisted grin appeared on Fang Yan's handsome face. "Ye Wenrou, you crazy b*tch, battle-maniac, you'll never guess that I've come to this school to become a teacher, right? Want to beat me? Not happening. Am I the kind of guy who just stands there and lets himself get pounded like some spineless wimp?"

As he asked this rhetorical question, Fang Yan suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

After all, every year, he did get beaten up by Ye Wenrou at least once. Like how cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Ultraman fights monsters—it was just a rule.

He straightened the collar of his white shirt, took a pair of black-framed glasses from his left pocket and put them on, then pulled out a small mirror from his right pocket to check his face and hair. Satisfied that there was nothing strange around his eyes, he couldn't help but praise himself, "What a fine-looking gentleman."

A chubby middle-aged man jogged over, running past Fang Yan, only to quickly turn back. He stared at Fang Yan in disbelief and asked, "Are you Teacher Fang Yan?"

"I am," Fang Yan nodded.

"Are you really Fang Yan?" Zheng Jing couldn't believe his eyes. He had been told to pick up a new teacher, but this guy—wasn't he way too young?

How awkward would it be for someone so young to teach students who looked more mature than him?

"Are the students going to start saying, 'You look older than the new teacher!'? Is that going to be the most hurtful thing said at Suzaku High School?"

"No doubt about it," Fang Yan smiled.

"I'm the Director of the Principal's Office, Zheng Jing." After carefully inspecting Fang Yan from head to toe and confirming this wasn't some prank, Zheng Jing raised his heavy head and said, "The principal is expecting you."

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Vice Principal's Office

Fang Yan observed the bright and elegant yet simply decorated office, confirming two things: first, Suzaku High School was wealthy, and teachers here enjoyed great benefits. Second, the vice principal in charge of hiring was a woman.

The vice principal wasn't in, and after Zheng Jing hurriedly poured him a cup of tea, Fang Yan was left alone in the room.

He waited for a long time. The tea had cooled, and its aroma faded, but the vice principal still hadn't appeared.

Stretching lazily, Fang Yan began to wander around the office.

Soon, his eyes were drawn to a tall vase in the corner.

The vase held eucalyptus branches curving gracefully upward, with yellow gerberas arranged in a tiered pattern, creating a highly aesthetic display.

"An Ascension Ladder?" Fang Yan was instantly impressed. He hadn't expected to see such a high-level flower arrangement technique here.

He squatted down to admire it more closely but then shook his head slightly, "Not quite there yet."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he stopped in his tracks.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally couldn't resist picking up a pair of scissors from the windowsill and began trimming the arrangement with sharp, bold movements as if he had a personal grudge against the flowers.

Bang!

The office door swung open, and the vice principal was greeted by a strange man squatted in the corner, furiously hacking away at her prized flower arrangement. The ground was littered with severed stems and leaves.

Lu Chaoge, the vice principal, felt a surge of anger rush to her head. Her face went pale, her eyes widened in shock, and she yelled, "What are you doing?!"

Completely absorbed in his work, Fang Yan casually responded, "Nothing."