Ultimate Teacher Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - It Looks Like Idiots And It Looks Delicious!

The silver-white professional suit was hard to hide the plump, undulating curves, and the lurid chest trembles with the owner's rage. Even wearing thick black-rimmed glasses that looked a bit old on her face, it was hard to suppress her sharp and mature fashion.

As vice-principal of Zhu Que Middle School, Lu Chao Ge was indeed too young and too beautiful.

Mr. Lu graduated from a prestigious Ivy League school in the United States. She later taught at TownsendHarris, New York's best high school. Because of her bold and varied style of teaching, she had become so famous in the American high school world.

It was said that the principal of Zhu Que Middle School had made three visits before bringing her back from the United States to serve as vice-principal in this school.

Lu Chao Ge was obsessed with flower arranging when she was studying and felt that it was the best thing in the world. The 'Stairs to Heaven' was a masterpiece that she had failed many times before she was inspired and created. She had devoted countless efforts and feelings into it.

Now, her favorite and most proud art was vandalized. It was natural that Lu Chao Ge would erupted in an unacceptable explosion.

After shouting, ‘What are you doing?’, she dashed in towards Fang Yan's direction.

She was halfway through and then she finally realized, when she was asking him 'What are you doing?', he replied 'Nothing'. That word's meaning was very hooligan.

People like this — how could someone like this be in her office? What have the Secretariat people did?

"Stop immediately." Lu Chao Ge only felt that her entire universe was going to burn. If she could turn into Ultraman, she would send this shameless gangster to outer space to have him fall in love with an alien. Then she would write a script, "The Bastard from Earth," which she wrote based on his love story with an alien. Then let it broadcast on an alien TV station, it would surely be very famous.

Fang Yan stopped.

He turned and looked at the pretty, and somewhat nondescript woman hurtling toward himself. He immediately posed for defense, saying, "You can talk properly, don't be impulsive — even if you are impulsive, you can never win against me."

Lu Chao Ge really stopped rushing.

Not because she's ready to say something to this man, but because that bastard's waving a pair of cold scissors.

A good man does not suffer a loss, a good woman is afraid of hooligans and gay.

Lu Chao Ge retreated to the door of her office and shouted: "Anybody... Security, anybody..."

Knock, knock —

Zheng Jing, the director of the office, quickly ran over and blocked his ball-like body in front of Lu Chao Ge. He pointed at Fang Yan and shouted, "What are you doing? Fang Yan, what are you doing? If there's something, come at me and don't hurt our Principal Lu."

Come at you?

Watching his purple-red face and a layer of oily fat on his fat flesh, Fang Yan refused in his heart, 'In your dreams!'

"I'm helping to trim these flowers and grass." With a shy smile, Fang Yan pointed at the Stairs to Heaven that he had trimmed. He showed a noble look of good deed, saying, "I'm free anyway."

Lu Chao Ge was about to cry.

Was that just flowers and grass? It's flower arranging. It's art.

Do you have the right to trim it? Is it just any ordinary people that can trim it?

However, listening to the dialog between the two, it was as if Zheng Jing knew this rogue.

Fang Yan? Isn't that the new teacher I'm looking for?

"Fang Yan?" Lu Chao Ge looked at Fang Yan like looking at a monster. This kind of guy was a teacher, would he mislead his students?

No. This matter needs to be carefully considered.

If this guy doesn't have any real potential, she doesn't care how he enters here and with whose connection, she will block him from entering. As the vice-principal of Zhu Que Middle School, she is responsible for the school, and even more for the students.

"Fang Yan, this is our Principal Lu." Zheng Jing acted as the middleman and introduced Fang Yan. When he saw Fang Yan was holding a pair of scissors, he shouted, "You still don't want to put the knife down. What do you intend to do with that knife? Who are you trying to scare? I'm telling you, with me around, you're not going to touch our Principal Lu's — hair."

"I'm not a barber. What am I doing with your principal's hair?" Fang Yan explained. "Besides, I'm not holding a knife, I'm holding a scissors."

Knives and scissors are two different concepts, and the consequences are extremely different if the other person is concerned with accountability.

When Fang Yan spoke, he turned and put the scissors back on the window ledge.

The scissors was in place and the danger was lifted.

Lu Chao Ge walked quickly to the vase and pointed to her "Stairs to Heaven" and asked, "Who told you to touch it? How can you touch other people's things without someone else's permission? Where are your manners? Where's your quality?"

"It's art that lets me touch them." Fang Yan explained.

"What?" Lu Chao Ge stared at him with her already very big eyes. Who is art? Is there such a person at school? What authority does she have to make others touch her flower arrangement?

"It's the heart of art, it's the pursuit of good things. It makes me feel compelled to touch them." Fang Yan looked earnestly at Lu Chao Ge, "It's the processing and perfection of the work. It's the heart and soul that you and I like —"

Looking at the man's deep, firm eyes, Lu Chao Ge almost felt convinced.

"It must be." Such a sound was heard in her heart.

Unfortunately, Lu Chao Ge was ultimately Lu Chao Ge. She's the queen of high school education in the United States, the vice-principal of Zhu Que Middle School, and she had met more men than Fang Yan — how could she be conquered by such a kind of ingratitude that Fang Yan used to coax a girl who had little skill to fool her?

"No." Lu Chao Ge's arm was waving hard. She said, "Without my permission, why would you touch someone else's things? Who gave you the right?"

"I already explained it." Fang Yan said with an innocent face.

"The heart of art? Can't help yourself?" It would be better not to mention this reason, after mentioning this, Lu Chao Ge's heart was filled with anger. "I must look like an idiot, right?"

"No, no." Fang Yan hastily denied. "You definitely look delicious."

Lu Chao Ge was dumbfounded.

Was this guy messing with her? He's flirting with her?

Zheng Jing was also dumbfounded.

What the hell was this guy doing? How could he talk to the principal like that?

Did he — did he not know that the Principal Lu Chao Ge was very famous in the school for being so ruthless and so-called the Iceberg Goddess?

Zheng Jing decided to fulfill his duties as deputy director of his office and quickly rolled up to Fang Yan, pointing at Fang Yan and shouted, "Fang Yan, what are you talking about? Quickly apologize to our principal Lu."

"Apologize? Why?" Fang Yan felt wronged. "Do you feel that Principal Lu is not delicious?"

"Of course she's not delicious —" Zheng Jing shut his mouth in time. Of course, President Lu was delicious, but even if she was delicious, we also could not eat her.

Why would I discuss this with you? Can this be discussed in front of Lu's principal?

"You don't like it, I like it." Fang Yan said. "But you cannot be blamed for this. Each person has a preference. We have different aesthetic tastes. I think President Lu is fine, tall, long-legged and pretty. If I use a secular assessment of 100%, I must give her 101% - she goes beyond what I once knew and defined beautiful women."

"I didn't say Principal Lu wasn't delicious -" Zheng Jing explained hastily.

Seeing the cool gaze of Lu Chao Ge sweeping toward himself, Zheng Jing was sweating all over his head. He then quickly shifted the spear and pointed to Fang Yan and said, "Fang Yan, what's with your attitude? Is this how you talk to your superior? Do you still want to be a teacher at Zhu Que High? I've never seen such a poor candidate. People like you want to be a teacher? Dream on. Get out. Roll yourself out."

Fang Yan shrugged his shoulders and looked at Lu Chao Ge and said, "I'm sorry. I'm indeed very rude. But — if you really like flower arranging, you should be able to understand that."

Fang Yan looked at Zheng Jing again and said, "When I grow to have such a good figure like you, I will certainly roll myself up like a ball."

"You —" Zheng Jing almost wanted to go mad again.

"I guess I failed the interview?" Fang Yan shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, walking toward the door.

"Don't go." Lu Chao Ge's eyes stared intensely at the "Stairs to Heaven" that was cut by Fang Yan and shouted.

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Ultimate Teacher Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - It's Better To Escape Than Beaten Everyday!

[T/N: Hi~ I am picking this up because it seems like the link was no longer working and there are so many MTL version out there which isn't as accurate. Shall give this novel a try. If the respond is good, I will continue... If not, I may drop it.]
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The cool breeze is bleak and the atmosphere is chilling.

In the classical and solemn Fang Residence martial arts hall, the two factions stood opposite each other.

A young girl in black sturdy outfit stood in the middle of the hall. She was holding her proud head, and staring coldly at a group of men, women and children in front of her, saying, "Where is Fang Yan? Ask Fang Yan come out to fight."

"My son is washing up and dressing up now. He will come out very soon." A good looking middle-aged man replied, his brows furrowed. He seemed very unhappy with the imposing attitude of the girl in front of him.

He was the descendant of Fang Taiji. Because he liked poetry and painting, he didn't seem to have the arrogance of the martial arts people, but rather a bit of a gentle and elegant Chinese scholar.

Ye Wen Rou sneered and said, "Washing up and dressing up? Is he afraid that is why he dare not come out?"

"You are too much!" Fang Yi Xing's expression was very ugly. It's a pity that he did not inherit Fang Family's nature of loving martial arts. He's a scholar and it was impossible for him to scold a girl to death. His chest was very uncomfortable from keeping the anger inside.

"Brother Fang Yan will come out very soon. He will definitely defeat you." A little boy with a dignified and strong look said as he waved his fist around.

The little boy’s voice just fell, and a group of people laughed.

"When have Fan Yan ever beaten Ye Wen Rou? Ye and Fang families compete every year. Ever since the first competition ten years ago, Fan Yan had never win our Wen Rou?"

"Exactly. The first time he was beaten, he couldn’t get out of bed for ten days. Wen Rou is a martial arts genius that Ye Family has had in a hundred years."

"The second time, his left leg was broken. The third time, his two front teeth was knocked out. For the latest one, he was beaten so badly by our Wen Rou that he had to pretend to be dead. Aiyo... That ridiculous look...."

"Loose tongue kid." Fang Yi Xing's expression was very bad. He pointed towards the man from Ye Family who was ridiculing his son. He scolded, "Loose tongue kid."

This time, he wanted to argue a few words for his son, but ----- but what everyone said was true.

Ye Wen Rou simply waved her hands and said, "There is no point in saying more. Ask Fang Yan come out to compete.  He is not loose tongue kid, then ask him to show me his true skill."

Fang Yi Xing turned to look at his wife and said, "Go and call Fang Yan. The man of our family would rather die than bear such humiliation."

"Master, not good, not good -" a young little disciple ran over in a hurry.

"What's the matter? Just say out properly." Fang Yi Xing did not like his family and servants to be flustered.

"The young master ran away. The young master ran away." The young disciple said with a sad face.

"Run away?" Fang Yi Xing was stunned. "How did he run away? Where did he run to?"

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

"Open it quickly."

"The letter is not for master. It is for Miss Ye."

"..." Fang Yi Xing felt that his whole person was a little bad. Is this his biological son?

"Coward mouse." Ye Wen Rou stunned for a while and then laughed coldly, "Give me the letter."

The young disciple did not dare to disobey the words of this violent woman. He quickly handed over the letter in his hand.

Ye Wen Rou opened the letter and found that there was only one message, 'Stinky woman, a good man doesn't fight with women, a good dog do not block the way. I am gone. Good bye forever!!!'

"Fang Yan."

Ye Wen Rou's eyes were full of murderous air. Her two palms were pressed together, and the elegant letter paper turned into a blue smoke.

"Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will also smash you up."

Zhu Que Middle School. The best private high school in Flower City.

Fang Yan stood at the main entrance of the school and looked at the young girls who wore white shirts and plaid skirts, full of youthfulness. He took a deep breath of fragrant air and was intoxicated. He said to himself, "I firmly believed that the student girls wearing a white translucent shirt, with black bra inside is the sexiest goddess."

"It's better to escape than beaten every year." Fang Yan's handsome face showed hideous look. "Ye Wen Rou, you this bitch, shrew witch, I am afraid you will never think that I will go to a school to be a teacher? Want to beat me? No way. Am I the kind of weak and undignified guy that will let people hit me casually?"

After asking this question that didn't need anyone to answer, Fang Yan was inexplicably sad.

At least - every year, he must let Ye Wen Rou, the barbaric woman, beat once. Just like a cat eating a fish, a dog eating a meat, Altman wants to hit a little monster, this is the rule.

After tidying the neckline of his white shirt, he took out a black-rimmed glasses from his left pocket. Next. he took out a small mirror from his right pocket to take care of his facial features and hairstyles. After ensuring that there were no weird object at the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help to praise him, "One talented and handsome guy."

An obese middle-aged man ran passed the side of Fang Yan. He returned quickly like a ball. He looked at Fang Yan with a puzzled look and asked, "Are you teacher Fang Yan?"

"Yes, I am." Fang Yan nodded his head.

"You are really Fang Yan?" Zheng Jing's face flashed with an unbelievable look. Wasn't it to let him pick up a new teacher? How come was this - young and somewhat over-the-top guy?

If he stood on the podium and gave lectures, how embarrassing would it be for the students who were sitting below the stage and looked slightly older?

"You are older than the teacher." Will this sentence become the most vicious language attack in Zhu Que Middle School?

"It's the real one." Fang Yan said with a smile.

"I am the head of the principal's office, Zheng Jing." Zheng Jing once again looked up and down seriously, and really looked at Fang Yan. After excluding this possibility of a mischief, he raised a heavy head and said, "The principal is expecting you."

Vice-Principal Office.

Fang Yan looked at this bright and spacious but elegantly decorated office, and decided two things in his mind: First, Zhu Que Middle School was very wealthy, and the teacher's welfare was very good. Second, the vice president in charge of personnel establishment was a woman.

The vice-president was absent, and the obese man who brought him in, helped him to pour a cup of tea and then hurried away, leaving him alone.

Fang Yan waited for a long time. The hot water cooled, the tea fragrance dissipated, and the vice president who wanted to see him was still missing.

He stood up and stretched. Then walked around the office to reckon.

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

The streamlined Eucalyptus echoed the sky, and the bright yellow gerberas were slouched in a staggered state, which looks very beautiful.

"Stairs to heaven?" Fang Yan was instantly amazed. He did not expect to see the difficult flower arrangement technique of 'Stairs to heaven' here.

He knelt down and carefully appreciated, then shook his head gently, "There is not enough fire."

He wanted to turn and leave, but he stopped.

After hesitating again and again, he finally couldn't help but pick up the scissors from the window ledge and 'Ka-cha' ' Ka-cha' away.

Open wide and close, his method was very fierce. It looked like he had lots of hatred for this pot of flower.

'Kuang!'

Lu Chao Ge pushed open the office door and saw a strange man kneeling at the corner, waving the scissors to destroy her most beloved flower arrangement. The broken branches and leaves on the ground were a mess.

She had a feeling of blood rushing to her head and felt like fainting. Her face paled, eyes rounded, and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Fang Yan was so engrossed in his work. When he heard this explosive voice, he replied, "Nothing."


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