Chapter 765

Shiler scanned the students in the classroom and said:

"I know you were all sent in by certain people. Those who sent you in might tell you that you must study hard and work for them, or they might tell you that you must be serious and diligent, learn every knowledge point well, and never make mistakes in your work that cause them losses..."

"Perhaps you are also striving for these goals. Am I right?"

The room was silent. Everyone looked at each other, but they all knew that the answer in each other's hearts was affirmative.

All the students present were relatively young, the oldest being only in their early twenties. Most of them were middle-to-lower-level members of gangs. It was only because they were young, had flexible minds and hands, had participated in technical work, and happened to catch this opportunity that they could be sent here.

Those gang bosses wouldn't brew any chicken soup for the soul for them, nor did they have the earnest teachings of parents. They would only say that after going in, they must study hard, and if they didn't study well, they would be shot.

But everyone was a bit confused, not knowing why Shiler brought this up at this time. Then they heard Shiler say:

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"No matter where you come from, for what purpose you came here, or how you have performed since arriving, I must tell you that you are not studying for anyone else, but for yourselves—for your future prospects, for your future living conditions..."

"Perhaps some people didn't come here voluntarily, perhaps they carry various tasks..." When Shiler said this, he let his gaze fall on Miss Goth. He continued, "But those are all things others required you to do. Think back: from birth until now, have you ever really done one thing for yourself?"

"I know, for many people, the answer is no. Whatever your boss tells you to do, you do it; whatever your leader tells you to do, you do it. If you're a bit luckier, whatever your parents tell you to do, you do it..."

"This cannot be blamed on you. Everyone's situation is different. Not everyone has the ability to escape their current environment, but now, the opportunity has come."

Shiler scanned the room and found that everyone was listening to him attentively. At this time, Shiler said:

"I can guarantee that no one can reach their hands in here, not even the Twelve Families you are familiar with."

"Perhaps you have heard about the famous Bruce Wei En failing my course. I am not boasting, but I want to tell you that as long as you enter this school, even if your surname is Wei En, you must study hard."

"Any crooked means are useless. The only way you can leave here is by graduating. Your student life here is the only opportunity you have to do one thing for yourself."

"Get rid of those gang leaders who boss you around, stop living that life of being bullied and having no choice, abandon those stupid and shallow ideas, and stop making your own life or marriage a bargaining chip to be exchanged as the primary goal of your life."

Shiler knocked on the table again and said, "Of course, I know that some living habits are not so easy to change, but starting today, I will come over personally to supervise you when I don't have classes."

"As for what the consequences will be if you don't study hard..."

Shiler revealed a fake smile and said, "You wouldn't want to know."

Everyone felt a chill down their backs. After all, even judging from his appearance and temperament, Shiler was different from other university professors.

Taking Victor, who was standing beside him, as an example: if Victor gave people the feeling of a gentle spring breeze, then Shiler also gave people the feeling of a spring breeze—only it was Cat Getan's spring breeze, accompanied by a bone-chilling drizzle. In just a few minutes, it could make people feel cold from head to toe.

When the students went out of the large classroom, they were discussing it heatedly. Many people still didn't know what Shiler meant, but soon Shiler made everyone understand with practical actions exactly what he was going to do.

Soon, class began. Today's class started exceptionally early. Shiler, just like that day before, sat in the back row with a notebook to listen to the lecture. The only difference was that all the students who became sleepy while listening would be hit directly on the head by a halo.

At first, they were still shouting and complaining while holding the backs of their heads, but soon, they saw Shiler's death stare, and they could only swallow their saliva and mutter without saying a word.

And what happened next was even more terrifying.

Although these students were young, they were also gang members and had developed hot tempers since childhood. It wasn't that there weren't troublemakers who felt very dissatisfied with Shiler's behavior. A tall black male student waved his arms, cursing with slang and profanity, and was about to walk out of the classroom.

He intended to leave this hellhole. Anyway, he didn't like studying in the first place. If it weren't for the fact that their gang boss couldn't pick anyone else, he wouldn't have come here.

Then, he was dragged in front of his boss.

Shiler pointed at this gang boss with the tip of his umbrella and said to him, "The person you sent over is unwilling to study hard and even dares to provoke the teacher. What do you intend to do?"

Gangs were not isolated. As introduced before, these small gangs usually made a living under big gangs, and most big gangs took orders from the Twelve Families.

In this city, there were many people who knew the score, so there were also many people watching Shiler. Many people knew that this professor had his peculiarities, so when he personally went to a gang in a certain district, this news spread layer by layer to the heads of the Twelve Families.

The ringing of phones kept sounding in the North District, lighting up one light spot after another. Each call connected the light spots into lines, and subsequently, the entire North District lit up.

"What's going on? Why did that Professor Rodriguez go to Andy's territory? Did that kid do something bad again?"

"Andy said he didn't know. He only smuggled two extra boxes of cigars. But I heard that the professor seems to like cigars very much. Could it be that he took a fancy to these two boxes of goods?"

"Stop talking, stop talking, you got it wrong. It's not Andy's territory; it's clearly Lady Linglan's place. That woman must have made another mess..."

"What? What did he say? The professor didn't go to the four major gangs under her, but to a small gang in a street block?... Oh, I know, the Shining Bar on Linglan Street. Yes, I've seen those two security guards at their door. What's wrong with them?"

"Studying? What does it have to do with studying?"

"What? Just because some students didn't study hard, he went to their door personally?? This is too much! He is ignoring our rules..."

"I have to go tell my father; he will decide..."

Just like that, the news spread layer by layer, and finally, it reached the ears of the Godfather, Falcone.

Falcone personally called the gang and spoke with Shiler. Subsequently, Cat Getan's gangs issued a new rule on the spot.

It didn't matter for people outside the school, but as long as you entered the school and started studying as a student, then your social identity was only one: a student of Cat Getan University.

Students in the school were not under the control of any gang. During their time in school, if anyone ran out of the school, the gangs were also responsible for sending them back. Before they graduated, they had to stay in school.

Moreover, because a gang member failed an exam, Shiler went to their door personally, and if any accidents or casualties occurred, the Godfather would not seek justice for them.

Once this regulation was issued, the gangs didn't have any strong resistance. After all, wasn't it just letting the people they sent stay honestly in school? Wasn't that simple?

The gangs didn't want this group of students to run around either. They spent a high price to send people for training. If you wanted to run out and stop studying, how could it be that easy? If you wanted to stop studying, there were only two paths: either pay money or pay with your life.

In this way, all the students in the school knew that they definitely couldn't run away. The only way to leave here was by graduating.

But some might ask, since they couldn't run away, couldn't they unite to resist? It wasn't that no one tried to do so, and then Shiler let them experience what Cat Getan's spring breeze was.

It was just that Cat Getan's spring breeze needed a few minutes to freeze someone, while Shiler only needed two seconds.

Except for Victor having some reservations about Shiler using freezing technology for corporal punishment on students, everyone else expressed 100% praise.

After establishing his prestige, Shiler began to intensify his efforts. In this aspect, he had sufficient experience; after all, he came from a country that was the "roll of rolls" in the college entrance examination.

Class starts at 7:30 in the morning? Why don't you sleep all day? The bell for the first class rings at 6:50. As for the wake-up bell, setting it to 5:30 is just right.

7:00~12:30 in the morning is theory class, 12:30~1:00 is for eating, and 1:10 starts the afternoon practical class. What? Lunch break? Why don't you rest all day?

Of course, Shiler was relatively humane; he canceled the relatively boring evening self-study and instead taught some physical education courses for self-defense. After all, under Cat Getan's security situation, one had to survive first to make money.

Evening classes ended at 8 o'clock, and lights were turned off uniformly at 9 o'clock. This technical college focused on militarized management—it was true militarized management, not an adjective. After all, those heavy weapons "voluntarily" sponsored by the Wei En family were fixed on the fences on both sides of the teaching building.

However, what surprised Shiler was that the students here adapted really well. The tardiness rate dropped significantly on the second day. Although many people were still very sleepy, they could barely muster the energy to listen to the lecture.

But this made sense. After all, their original living environment wasn't very good. During the busiest time of the logistics industry, these young, strong men who had mastered quite a bit of technology basically worked day and night. Regardless of day or night, they arrived when called and responded when summoned; otherwise, it wasn't as simple as being expelled—they were very likely to be shot.

Although they studied from morning till night in school, at least the food was much better than before, and their sleep was sufficient. During sleep time, no one would disturb them; they all slept until dawn, and their energy recovered relatively well.

Children who grew up in slum gangs were different from children pampered in their parents' arms; their endurance was stronger. Those who weren't strong had long been naturally eliminated.

But there was only one exception: Tracy Goth. She was even more delicate than children pampered in big cities. Just getting up early and going to bed early was killing her.

Not to mention that Shiler was constantly standing behind the group she was in. If she dared to slack off, Shiler would use the ice spikes fired from that umbrella to freeze her there for a whole day.

For Miss Goth, becoming an ice sculpture didn't cause much damage, but it was extremely insulting. What she couldn't accept most was losing face.

Under such coercion, she could only honestly listen to the teacher's arrangements, tightening screws when told to, rolling tires when told to, and often crawling under cars to repair them, getting covered in black.

It wasn't that Tracy didn't call her mother, wanting to go home, but at that time, Lady Goth was overwhelmed herself.

Tracy could only harbor a desperate mood, forced to continue to devote herself to the great labor, studying hard and making progress every day.