Chapter 137: The Many Faces of Life

The excited cheers and shouts echoed for a long time over the spacious central avenue, finally fading gradually as the crowd slowly dispersed.

The opening ceremony ended.

However, for the nearly three thousand school‑age children and youths of Xuanwu City, their lives have just turned to a brand‑new chapter.

"Energize up! Don't dawdle! Class One, go left! Class Two, follow!"

"You! Yes, you! What are you strolling around with your hands behind your back? This is school, not a park stroll!"

At the gate of the newly built campus, dozens of security personnel temporarily drawn from the Security Department were shouting at the top of their lungs, struggling to maintain the somewhat chaotic order.

Nearly three thousand students, plus thousands of reluctant yet hopeful parents, packed the campus entrance so tightly that not even water could seep through.

The scene was lively, but also as chaotic as a pot of boiling porridge.

"Sigh, there are still too few teachers."

Sun Hao stood on high ground, looking down at the sea of black heads, and sighed helplessly.

In the whole of Xuanwu City, with a population of over eighty thousand, the number of people qualified to be teachers, at most, is fewer than fifty.

With too many monks and too little porridge, each class's student count severely exceeds the limit—packing over a hundred into one class is commonplace.

"This is only temporary."

Wang Gongtou beside him appeared quite optimistic; he patted Sun Hao's shoulder and chuckled:

"I reckon we won't stay in Suchen much longer; once we reach the next city, I'm sure we'll find teachers!"

"That would be great!"

Upon hearing that, Sun Hao's worried expression eased considerably.

Yeah, with the City Lord here, what could be impossible?

……

In the elementary department's classroom, the atmosphere was relatively harmonious.

Although the children are naturally lively and active, under their parents' countless admonitions and the teachers' fresh teaching methods, most can sit properly in their seats.

Especially Lin Wan'er's language class, which was warmly welcomed by the children.

This gentle‑mannered young female teacher seemed to possess an innate affinity.

She didn't start by teaching the children boring phonetics and characters; instead, she used lively, engaging language to tell them the beautiful fairy‑tale stories from before the apocalypse.

"Then, the brave prince used his precious sword to slay the evil fire‑breathing dragon and rescue the beautiful princess."

Lin Wan'er closed the already yellowed fairy‑tale book, a gentle smile on her face.

"Wow! The prince is awesome!"

"Teacher, teacher! What happened after? Did the prince and princess live happily ever after?"

The children eagerly raised their little hands, faces full of excitement and curiosity.

Seeing their innocent, pure appearance, Lin Wan'er felt a warm current surge in her heart that was hard to put into words.

This is exactly the scene she has always dreamed of.

However, in stark contrast to the harmonious atmosphere of the elementary department, the junior and senior high departments—especially the junior high, which has the most students—are the complete opposite.

"Shut the fuck up, you bastards!"

"Newbie, do you even know the rules? Is that back‑row seat yours to take?"

"Hey, kid, what are you staring at? Not convinced? Believe me, I'll beat you up."

Inside the Class 1, Grade 3 junior high classroom, it had already devolved into a chaotic mess like a pot of porridge.

Around one hundred fifty adolescents in the throes of teenage rebellion turned this spacious classroom into an arena for venting their excess energy.

Filthy language poured from their mouths nonstop.

Worse still, they had formed factions, and over a seating dispute they were on the verge of coming to blows.

"Cough cough!"

Just then, an old, feeble cough sounded from the classroom doorway.

Everyone instinctively turned to look and saw an elderly teacher with thick‑lensed glasses and white‑tinged hair standing at the door.

"Is… is this the new teacher?"

"Holy shit, with those old arms and legs, you're still trying to teach? Don't croak mid‑lesson and drop dead on the spot!"

"Hahaha!"

After a brief moment of shock, the classroom erupted in unrestrained, uproarious laughter.

In the eyes of these half‑grown kids, already accustomed to the law of the jungle in the apocalypse, this powerless "cultured person" before them was someone they could freely bully and mock.

The old teacher ignored their laughter, silently walked to the podium, and gently placed his thick textbook on the desk.

He adjusted the spectacles on his nose, ignored the kids' mockery, and merely felt a sense of helplessness inside.

In the end, the apocalypse still poisoned this group that should have been vibrant "newborn suns."

"Cut the fucking laughter!"

Just then, an arrogant voice came from the back of the classroom.

A boy about fifteen or sixteen, with a ferocious scar across his face, stood with one foot on a desk, looking down on the class from a superior stance.

His name was Wang Hu; because he fought recklessly, he had earned the nickname "Huye" in the previous refuge.

After arriving in Xuanwu City, he relied on his ruthlessness to quickly gather a gang of lackeys, becoming the undisputed "king of the kids" in the area.

At his command, the classroom's unrestrained laughter miraculously died down.

Everyone looked at him with a hint of fear.

Wang Hu was pleased with the intimidation effect he'd created; he turned his gaze to the silent old teacher on the podium and curled the corner of his mouth.

"Old man, I heard you're our class's homeroom teacher?"

The old teacher didn't answer; he simply looked at him calmly.

I'm asking you a question! Are you deaf or mute, you bastard?

Wang Hu saw this, his face darkened, and he kicked over the desk in front of him with a sudden kick.

"Bang!" The loud noise made everyone's hearts in the classroom jump.

I don't care what your status is; once you're here, you must follow Hu Ye's rules!

A lackey beside Wang Hu immediately got up, relying on his boss's power, pointed at the old teacher's nose, and shouted arrogantly.

Hu Ye said, for this first class, don't talk about anything else! Let's jump straight into "Morality and Ethics class"!

"Morality and Ethics class?"

The old teacher's brow furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"That's right!"

That lackey said with a smug look,

The content of this class is simple: just let everyone get to know who the real boss of our Class 1, Grade 3 is!

After saying that, he gave Wang Hu a fawning look.

A satisfied smile appeared on Wang Hu's face.

He intended to use this method to give the new teacher a show of force!

However, just as he was about to enjoy the awe-filled gazes of everyone,

a voice extremely calm sounded suddenly at the classroom door without any warning.

"Oh? Morality and Ethics class?"

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