Chapter 152: The Method of Convergence

"Teacher Tang, you're getting along well with the students on the very first day." The speaker was a strikingly beautiful woman with graceful poise and captivating charm, a faint smile on her face.

She was clearly not a student.

The blond-haired man beside Tang Lo stared at the woman with obsession, wearing a pig-headed expression.

"Student, remember to follow Teacher Tang's instructions and copy 'Respect Teachers, Value the Dao' a thousand times." The woman said to the blond-haired man.

"Yes, Principal! No problem, Principal!" With a fluttering spring heart, the blond-haired man skipped away, and Tang Lo felt that even if he gave the man wings, he could take off right then and there.

Is copying books really that enjoyable?

"You're the principal?" Tang Lo looked at the woman.

The woman tilted her head slightly, smiling as she said, "Teacher Tang, why are you asking that?"

"Because my brain is broken." Tang Lo said with a laugh, causing the woman's smile to stiffen slightly.

A few minutes later, the woman looked at Tang Lo, her small mouth slightly open: "Oh, so that's it. Have you already gone to the hospital to get checked?"

"Yeah, I have." Tang Lo blurted out, "The doctor said they weren't sure what was going on either. With modern medicine's level, wanting to thoroughly study the brain is indeed still too difficult."

"Really..." This charmingly beautiful principal didn't know how to respond.

"Principal, would you mind giving me another tour of the school?" Tang Lo asked with a smile.

"Sure." Smiling again, the principal named Kawakami Eiko said, regarding Tang Lo's abnormality, she didn't seem particularly bothered.

It took about half an hour.

Tang Lo learned about the situation at Shin'ai High School: three grades, several thousand students.

All were day students, none boarded.

But lunch was provided, and there was a very popular bakery stall.

There was the standard anime-style teaching building rooftop, abandoned old school buildings, and even an indoor swimming pool.

Overall, it was a school with relatively high-end facilities.

It wasn't the all-boys school Tang Lo had imagined—it wasn't anymore. A few years ago, Shin'ai High School was indeed an all-boys school, but in recent years they've started admitting female students.

Currently, the male-to-female ratio is about nine to one, which explains why Tang Lo, upon entering the campus, saw mostly males all the way.

Tang Lo is the new Chinese teacher for Class 7, Grade 10, having joined mid-semester because the previous Chinese teacher fell ill and resigned.

This allowed Tang Lo to get the position easily.

Today is his first official day of work; the preparations had already been completed in the preceding days.

The office supplies were already in place—he could just "move in with his bag."

During this period, the class's lessons were being temporarily taught by another Chinese teacher, who, following Tang Lo's instructions, had the students in Class 7 complete a test paper.

This made it convenient for Tang Lo to smoothly begin his teaching work.

Tang Lo had also brought the test paper with him, naturally already graded.

Tang Lo looked at the scores on the test paper and shook his head.

85% of the students failed, and among those who failed, another 80% had turned in blank papers—just their names written, and even those were crooked.

"Teacher Tang, don't worry too much about grades—just let the students be happy."

The teacher who escorted Tang Lo to the classroom was from the same office, very laid-back, both in personality and appearance.

Speaking of which, all the teachers in the entire office were male.

Compared to the male-to-female student ratio, the male-to-female teacher ratio was similarly skewed.

"Happy education? I understand." Tang Lo nodded.

"Understanding is good, understanding is good—then I won't go in." After seeing him to the classroom door, that teacher turned and walked away without looking back.

Noise came through the classroom door.

Tang Lo opened the door, walked in, and the bell rang just then.

However, the classroom didn't quiet down because of it—still, one-third of the students were chatting and horsing around on their own.

One could see the desks were arranged crookedly, with a space intentionally cleared by the window, where a group of people were either squatting, sitting, or standing.

"Hey, kid, new here?"

Seeing Tang Lo enter, someone shouted loudly, "Why aren't you wearing the uniform?"

"Why should I wear the uniform?" Tang Lo asked.

"In our Shin'ai, only squad leaders and above among men are qualified not to wear the uniform!" The boy, wearing his uniform crookedly and sporting an exaggerated pompadour, walked over, stopped in front of Tang Lo, then stepped back again, "Hurry up and put on your uniform, or we'll rip it off you." Damn, this new kid is pretty tall.

"Oh, I'm the teacher." Tang Lo said, "So I don't need to wear it. Class is starting—everyone, go back to your seats and sit properly."

"Teacher?" The pompadour guy stared at Tang Lo for a moment—he looked so young, just a few years older than them at most—could he really be a teacher?

But... this mature aura—he really didn't seem like a student.

"Tch." The pompadour guy staggered back three steps, then other students scattered in twos and threes, returning to their seats and sitting down.

Tang Lo didn't mind—he had already learned that the proportion of delinquents in this school was quite high.

Nearly one-fifth of the students were outright delinquents, the kind who didn't study at all.

They'd just randomly challenge each other to fights, dreaming of standing atop the "Peak of Shin'ai."

Then lead Shin'ai's delinquents to defeat those from other schools—dreams that were wonderfully simple and unpretentious.

"Let me introduce myself—I'm Tang Lo, and from today on, I'll be your Chinese teacher." Tang Lo wrote his name on the blackboard, turned around, and looked at the students in the classroom.

There were only five girls in total, three of whom were Shibuya-style dark-skinned gyaru.

The other two: one was very beautiful, with a cool, aloof demeanor, gazing out the window, completely ignoring what was happening in class—a typical "high mountain flower."

The other was utterly ordinary, shrinking into her seat.

"Hmm——" After finishing his self-introduction, Tang Lo thought for a moment, "Well then, you guys can study on your own. By the way, does anyone know where the broadcast room is? Take me there."

"Eh?"

The entire classroom full of students froze, then immediately began self-study.

"You guys are too weak, you don't even deserve for me to teach you. The exam is in three days; only those who pass Chinese will be qualified to take my class." Tang Luo said.

That way I can happily slack off, I'll slack for two days first and then see.

The faces of a group of students immediately turned ugly, although it's true that most of them indeed don't like studying in class.

But "I don't want to study" and "you don't deserve to study" are two different things.

Especially those ten or so delinquents, their self-esteem was severely damaged.

"Hey, are you really a teacher?" The guy with the pompadour slapped the desk and stood up.

"What, are you planning to study properly? So the teacher gave up on you, feeling unhappy?" Tang Luo asked.

"Uh——" The pompadour guy froze, how should he answer this?

Damn it, these bookworms are just annoying, they like to use words to pick on people.

"Alright, alright, Buddha saves those with affinity, where is the broadcast room?" Tang Luo said.

"Teacher, I'll take you there." Someone stood up and said.

"Good, I'll add ten points to your final exam." Tang Luo patted the young man's shoulder.

The pompadour guy widened his eyes, so irresponsible, there are many irresponsible teachers like Shen Nai, but someone this irresponsible is still the first.

"Right."

Just as Tang Luo walked out of the classroom, he poked his head back in and said, "Don't smoke in the classroom, and also clean the classroom thoroughly, I'll check when I come back, that pompadour guy, you organize it."

"Why should it be me?" The pompadour guy complained.

"Aren't you the class monitor? Don't you even have this bit of organizational ability?" Tang Luo said.

"Oh, class monitor and all that." The pompadour guy instantly felt a bit smug, pretending to want to argue something, then realized Tang Luo had already left.

The younger brothers looked at him with strange eyes.

"Damn it!" The pompadour guy suddenly realized, cursed loudly, "So that's why I hate studying!"

Some people become delinquents not because they want to, but because their intelligence only allows them to be petty delinquents.

No thinking, just go straight to fists. Violence has always been the most direct way to solve trouble—if that doesn't work, then solve the person causing the trouble.

From a certain perspective, these delinquents really grasped the essence, huh.

Broadcast room, Tang Luo dismissed the student who got ten points added for the final exam, turned on the equipment, tapped the microphone twice and said, "Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

The students and teachers currently in class all strangely stopped their movements.

Broadcast? What happened?

In the principal's office, Principal Chuan Shan held his face with both hands: "Oh dear, it's that handsome Teacher Tang."

He wasn't angry at all about Tang Luo disrupting teaching order, on the contrary, he looked quite pleased.

"Now inserting an emergency notice, please those who participated in the thirty-day survival game come to the broadcast room as soon as possible. Repeat, please those who participated in the thirty-day..."

Exactly, this is how Tang Luo seeks others who are also on this mission, the Divine Demon Walk.

If there are Divine Demon Walkers in the school who hear the broadcast, they will understand what Tang Luo is saying.

To meet up, it's just this simple.

After sitting in the broadcast room waiting a few minutes, Tang Luo heard footsteps continuously approaching.

Not hurried, not slow, still dragging on the ground, is the comer wearing slippers?

"Eh, Master Xuanzang?"

Walking to the door, the comer looked at Tang Luo, a hint of surprise on his face.

"Do you know me?" Tang Luo sized up the comer.

Messy hair, unshaven stubble, sloppy attire, estimated age around twenty, yet exuding a full sense of decadence.

Like a miserable middle-aged man in his forties.

"Yes, I am a member of the Divine Legend." The man took out a mask from his coat, "Li Suibian, Fate of the Liquor Sword Immortal."

Liquor Sword Immortal, if nothing unexpected, should be the cultivator Zhong Shitu from 《Chinese Paladin》, the master of Li Xiaoyao in Chinese Paladin 1.

Of course, it could also be called Mo Yixi.

Regardless of which, it can also be considered a quite powerful fate of legend.

"Li Suibian?"

"Too lazy to come up with a name." Li Suibian smiled awkwardly and said, "That day on the ship I saw the master's enlightening absolute skill, I was deeply impressed."

"So-so." Tang Luo humbly said.

Li Suibian said: "Seeing the master, I feel relieved, this mission seems not to need protecting newcomers."

"Why do you say that?" Tang Luo asked.

"Huh?" Li Suibian froze for a moment and asked, "Could it be that Master Xuanzang hasn't completed six missions yet?"

After six missions, one will no longer encounter newcomers, this is an iron rule that has not been broken so far.

"I am the sixth, what about you?"

"I am too, I go, I really have to protect newcomers after all." Li Suibian suddenly felt a toothache, his rather lazy nature, he can't do this job.

"Maybe there aren't any newcomers either." Tang Luo said, "Depending on the situation."

"Master? Really you!"

As the words fell, a voice of great surprise came from the door, a figure slid in on knees, hugged Tang Luo's leg, the movement was flowing like clouds and water, extremely smooth.

"Master, I miss you so much!"

I, Chu Chongtian, have again embraced the master's thigh!