Chapter 1: It is better to sneak away than to be beaten every day

After much hesitation, I finally could not resist picking up the scissors from the windowsill and began to trim with a "snip, snip" sound.

At least ... ... every year, one must give that fierce woman Ye Wenrou a beating. Just like cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Ultraman fights little monsters, this is the rule

"The second time, my left leg was injured, and the third time, I lost two front teeth... Let's just talk about the most recent incident, where I was gently knocked down by my family and pretended to be dead on the ground. Oh, what a ridiculous sight that was..."

"The bullying has gone too far." Fang Yihang's expression was one of embarrassment, yet he had not inherited the martial prowess of the Fang family's ancestors. Even a learned scholar could not scold this girl into submission, leaving him with a suffocating frustration that weighed heavily on his chest

In Ye Wenrou's eyes, a murderous aura pervaded; with her palms pressed together and forcefully rubbed, that plain and elegant letter transformed into a wisp of blue smoke

He crouched down to appreciate it carefully, then gently shook his head: "The cooking time is insufficient"

Ye Wenrou opened the letter paper and found only a message resembling a humorous poem: "Stinky woman, good men do not quarrel with women, good dogs do not block the way. I am leaving, never to be seen again"

When will Fang Yan be able to surpass Ye Wenrou? The Fang and Ye families compete every year, and since the first competition ten years ago, when has Fang Yan ever won against our Wenrou?

He then stood up and stretched lazily, and began to walk around the office, surveying his surroundings

The young master has run away. The young master has run away," the young disciple said with a mournful expression.

After asking this question that originally required no one to answer, Fang Yan inexplicably felt a pang of sadness

Brother Fang Yan will be out soon, and he will definitely show you what he's made of said a sturdy little boy, swinging his fists vigorously and speaking in a fierce tone

He adjusted the collar of his white shirt, took out a pair of black-framed glasses from the left pocket of his shirt and put them on, then pulled out a small mirror from the right pocket to check his features and hairstyle, ensuring there were no foreign objects at the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help but exclaim: "A handsome figure"

Indeed, the first time I was beaten so badly that my head was bloodied and bruised, I couldn't get out of bed for over ten days. However, Wenrou is a rare martial arts genius in the Ye family, one that appears only once in a hundred years.

"Are you really Fang Yan?" Zheng Jing's face was filled with disbelief. Wasn't he supposed to come to pick up a new teacher? ... How could it be such a ...? ... A guy who is a bit too young?

With great force and ruthless methods, it appears as if there is a grudge against this floral arrangement

The Heavenly Ladder? Fang Yan experienced a moment of stunning surprise. He did not expect to see such a high-level floral arrangement technique as the Heavenly Ladder here.

In the classical and solemn Fang Family Martial Arts Hall, two factions stand in confrontation.

A plump middle-aged man jogged over, quickly passing by Fang Yan, then swiftly rolled back like a ball, looking at Fang Yan with confusion, and asked: "Are you Teacher Fang Yan?"

He is Fang Yihang, the heir of the Fang family Tai Chi. Due to his fondness for poetry and painting, he does not possess the heroic spirit typical of martial artists; instead, he exudes a refined and scholarly aura reminiscent of a master of traditional Chinese studies

The vice principal was not present, and the chubby man who brought him in hurriedly left after pouring him a cup of tea, leaving him alone in the empty room

"It is better to sneak away than to be beaten year after year." Fang Yan's handsome face revealed a sinister expression: "Ye Wenrou, you dead harlot, you fierce woman, you probably never imagined that I would come to school to be a teacher, right? Want to hit me? No way. Am I the kind of pathetic, weak man without dignity who can be easily beaten?"

... ...

Fang Yihang turned to his wife and said, "Go and call Fang Yan out for me. The men of the Fang family would rather die in battle than endure such humiliation"

Zhuque Middle School. The best private senior high school in Huacheng

Fang Yan

This time, he indeed wanted to argue a few points with the library on behalf of his son, but... but unfortunately, what they said was all the truth

No matter how far you escape to the ends of the earth, I will still crush your bones to ashes

... ...

Office of the Vice Principal

"Ran away?" Fang Yihang's face twitched suddenly. "How could they run away? Where did they go?"

"As good as new," Fang Yan said with a smile

Hurry up and open it

She felt a rush of blood surging up, almost fainting, her face pale, her eyes wide open, and she exclaimed urgently: "What are you doing?"

It is not meant for the master, but for Miss Ye

How awkward it would be for those students sitting below, whose appearances are somewhat mature, if he were to stand on the podium and give a lecture

The streamlined eucalyptus gracefully pierces the clouds, with vibrant yellow flowers lazily dotting the scene in a staggered arrangement, creating a striking aesthetic.

I wanted to turn and leave, yet I stopped in my tracks

"What is wrong? Let's talk calmly." Fang Yixing particularly dislikes it when family members and servants are flustered and lack composure.

"You are even older than the teacher." Will this sentence become the most vicious verbal attack at Zhuque Middle School

The cool breeze is desolate, and the atmosphere is grim

... ...

I am the Director of the Principal's Office, Zheng Jing. After carefully examining Fang Yan and the materials once again and ruling out the possibility of this being a prank, he lifted his heavy head and said: "The principal requests your presence"

I do not know," the young disciple said. "The young master left a letter."

"Master, something is wrong, something is wrong..." A young disciple rushed over with a look of urgency on his face

Fang Yan stood at the school gate, watching the young girls in white shirts and plaid skirts, chattering and bouncing with youthful exuberance as they passed by him. Taking a deep breath of the fragrant air, he said to himself, "I firmly believe that the female students wearing white semi-transparent shirts, with the black bras underneath subtly visible, are the most alluring goddesses."

Quickly, his gaze was drawn to a tall vase in the corner of the wall

Fang Yan waited for a long time; the hot water cooled, the fragrance of the tea dissipated, yet the vice principal he was to meet had not shown up.

Fang Yanzheng was fully immersed in his work, dedicating himself entirely to the task at hand. Upon hearing the loud shout, he responded promptly, "No."

Ye sneered coldly and said, "Grooming and dressing up? Are you afraid and too scared to come out?"

"Cowardly mice." Ye Wenrou was taken aback for a moment before letting out a cold laugh. "Give me the letter."

A young girl dressed in a black outfit stood in the center of the hall, her head held high and a book bag slung over her shoulder. She coldly glanced at the group of men, women, and children before her and arrogantly declared: "Where is Fang Yan? Bring Fang Yan out to challenge me"

I am. "Fang Yan nodded.

Fang Yan surveyed the bright and spacious yet simply decorated office, and concluded two things in his mind: first, Zhuque Middle School is quite affluent, and the benefits and treatment for teachers are very good. Second, the vice principal in charge of personnel allocation is a woman

As soon as the little fellow finished speaking, a group of people burst into laughter

"Long-tongued child." Fang Yihang, with a difficult expression, pointed at the group of men from the Ye family who were mocking his son and scolded, "Long-tongued child."

Bang

The young disciple did not dare to defy the words of the violent woman and quickly handed over the letter in his hand

The child is getting dressed and will be out soon. A middle-aged man with a refined appearance responded, his brow slightly furrowed, clearly displeased with the imposing demeanor of the girl in front of him

Ye Wenrou waved her hand decisively and said, "There is no point in saying more; let Fang Yan come out for a contest. He is not a long-tongued child, so let the results speak for themselves."

Fang Yihang felt that something was wrong with him. Is this son really his biological child

Lu Chaoge pushed open the office door and saw a strange man squatting in the corner, waving scissors and destroying his most beloved floral arrangement, with broken branches and scattered leaves all over the floor