Chapter 1: Better to Run Away Secretly Than to Be Beaten Every Day!

A cool, bleak wind blew, creating a solemn atmosphere.

In the grand and dignified Fang Family Martial Arts Hall, two groups stood facing each other.

A young girl in black martial attire stood in the middle of the hall, her head held high with pride, coldly glancing at the group of men, women, and children in front of her. She said arrogantly, "Where is Fang Yan? Let Fang Yan come out and fight."

"A young master is currently getting dressed and will be out soon," a middle-aged man with a refined appearance replied. His brows furrowed, disliking the girl's domineering attitude.

He was Fang Yixing, the inheritor of the Fang Family Tai Chi. Due to his love for poetry and painting, he lacked the martial spirit of a warrior and instead had the air of a refined and scholarly master of traditional Chinese learning.

Ye Wenrou sneered and said, "Getting dressed? Are you afraid and don't dare to come out?"

"You are too overbearing." Fang Yixing's expression was awkward, but he did not inherit the martial nature of the Fang family ancestors. Even if he were a learned scholar, he could not verbally abuse this girl, and the frustration made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Fang Yan will come out soon, and he will give you a good lesson," a boy with a tiger-like face and a strong build said, waving his fists fiercely.

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

"When has Fang Yan ever beaten Ye Wenrou? The Ye and Fang families have a competition every year. Since the first competition ten years ago, when has Fang Yan ever won against our Wenrou?"

"Exactly, he was beaten to a bloody pulp and couldn't get out of bed for over ten days the first time. Wenrou is a rare martial talent in the Ye family."

"The second time, his left leg was broken, and the third time, two front teeth were knocked out. Just talking about the most recent time, he was beaten to the ground and pretended to be dead. Oh, how funny it was—"

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"Long-tongued brat." Fang Yixing's expression was awkward as he pointed at the group of men from the Ye family who were mocking his son. "Long-tongued brat."

This time, he wanted to argue for his son, but—how could he when everything they said was true?

Ye Wenrou waved her hand decisively and said, "Talking is useless. Let Fang Yan come out and fight. If he's not a long-tongued brat, let's see who is stronger."

Fang Yixing turned to his wife and said, "Go and call Fang Yan out. A man of the Fang family would rather die in battle than endure such humiliation."

"Master, it's not good, it's not good—" a young disciple ran over with a panicked look on his face.

"What's not good? Speak calmly." Fang Yixing disliked it when family members and subordinates were flustered and lacked composure.

"The young master has run away. The young master has run away." The young disciple said with a mournful face.

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

"I don't know." The young disciple said. "The young master left a letter."

"Open it quickly."

"It's not for the master, it's for Miss Ye."

"-----" Fang Yixing felt a bit unwell. Is this son really mine?

"Cowardly rat." After a moment of shock, Ye Wenrou sneered. "Give me the letter."

The young disciple, not daring to defy the violent girl, quickly handed over the letter.

Ye Wenrou opened the letter and found a message that read like a crude poem: "Stinking woman, a real man doesn't fight with a woman, and a good dog doesn't block the way. I'm leaving, and I won't see you again!!!"

"Fang Yan."

Ye Wenrou's eyes were filled with killing intent. She clapped her hands together forcefully, and the elegant letter turned into a puff of smoke.

"Wherever you run, I will find you and grind your bones to dust."

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Zhuque High School. The best private high school in Huacheng.

Fang Yan stood at the school gate, watching the young girls in white shirts and plaid skirts chattering and bouncing past him, their bodies exuding a youthful aura. He took a deep breath of the fragrant air and said to himself with a blissful expression, "I firmly believe that girls in white semi-transparent shirts, with black bras barely visible underneath, are the sexiest goddesses."

"Better to run away secretly than to be beaten every year." Fang Yan's handsome face showed a hint of ferocity. "Ye Wenrou, you bitch, you she-devil, you probably never thought I would come to the school as a teacher, right? Want to beat me? No way. Am I the kind of pitiful, weak, and undignified man who gets beaten easily?"

After asking this question that didn't need an answer, Fang Yan felt inexplicably sad.

At least—every year, he would be beaten by the savage woman Ye Wenrou. Just like how cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Ultraman fights monsters, it was a rule.

He straightened the collar of his white shirt, took out a pair of black-framed glasses from his left pocket and put them on, then took out a small mirror from his right pocket to check his features and hairstyle, making sure there were no foreign objects in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't help but praise himself, "A man of talent."

A fat middle-aged man ran over, passed by Fang Yan, and then quickly turned back, looking at him with confusion. He asked, "Are you Teacher Fang Yan?"

"I am." Fang Yan nodded.

"Are you really Fang Yan?" Zheng Jing's face was full of disbelief. Wasn't he supposed to meet a new teacher? How could it be such a—unusually young guy?

If he stood on the podium to teach, wouldn't it make the students, who looked somewhat mature, feel very awkward?

"Are you older than the teacher?" Would this become the most vicious verbal attack at Zhuque High School?

"Absolutely genuine." Fang Yan smiled.

"I am the director of the principal's office, Zheng Jing." Zheng Jing carefully examined Fang Yan again, ruling out the possibility of a prank, and then raised his heavy head and said, "The principal requests your presence."

Vice Principal's Office.

Fang Yan looked around the bright, spacious, yet simply decorated office and confirmed two things: first, Zhuque High School was very wealthy, and the teachers' benefits were excellent. Second, the vice principal in charge of personnel was a woman.

The vice principal was not there. The fat man who brought him in poured him a cup of tea and then hurriedly left, leaving him alone in the empty room.

Fang Yan waited for a long time, the hot water cooled, and the tea aroma dissipated, but the vice principal he was supposed to meet still did not appear.

He stood up, stretched, and began to wander around the office, looking at everything.

Soon, his gaze was drawn to a tall vase in the corner.

The streamlined eucalyptus branches formed a loop, reaching up to the sky, and the bright yellow African daisies were arranged in a staggered pattern, adding a lazy yet beautiful touch.

"Stairway to Heaven?" Fang Yan felt instantly amazed. He didn't expect to see such a high-difficulty flower arrangement technique here.

He squatted down to admire it closely and then gently shook his head. "Not quite there yet."

He was about to turn and leave but stopped.

After much hesitation, he finally couldn't resist picking up the scissors on the windowsill and began to trim the flowers with a 'click, click' sound.

His movements were bold and fierce, as if he had a grudge against the flower arrangement.

Bang!

Lu Chaoge pushed open the office door and saw a strange man squatting in the corner, waving scissors and destroying her most beloved flower arrangement, with broken branches and leaves scattered on the ground.

She felt a surge of blood to her head, her face turned pale, her eyes widened, and she shouted, "What are you doing?"

Fang Yan was fully engrossed in his work and, upon hearing the shout, replied, "Nothing."

(ps: No matter what you think, I miss you all!!!)

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