Volume One: The Teacher About to Be Expelled

Chapter 1: Fraud

　　“Fraud! Big fraud!”

　　An angry, delicate shout, followed by the sound of footsteps fleeing across the bluestone floor.

　　Michael Bolton helplessly stretched out his hands: “I’m really not a fraud, I’m a teacher at the academy… I just wanted you to be my student! And even if you call me a fraud, why add the word ‘big’? Makes me sound like some heinous criminal…”

　　After muttering, he recalled what the director of teaching had said, and Michael Bolton rubbed his brow: “That’s the seventeenth! If I can’t recruit even one student today, I’ll be packing my bags and heading home tomorrow!”

　　Michael Bolton wasn’t originally from this world, but was an ordinary librarian at a university on Earth. He only remembered a raging fire, and then… nothing. When he woke up, he was in this world.

　　Much like in the novels, martial strength is revered, and power is king!

　　He thought he’d transmigrate as a loser, get rejected in marriage, then make a comeback and rise to glory… Turns out he was overthinking it. Upon arrival, he discovered he wasn’t a student, but… a teacher!

　　The most miserable teacher in the entire academy!

　　Other people’s classes were packed to the brim, so crowded there weren’t enough seats, while his class had not a single student. The few he managed to drag in all ended up cursing “fraud” several times before turning and running away!

　　The reason? The guy whose body he possessed had the lowest strength among the teachers, terrible judgment, couldn’t see anything, and worst of all… taught incorrectly, even causing a student to suffer a cultivation mishap!

　　It was like someone dying in a hospital—his reputation was ruined, everyone despised him, and even the new students kept their distance, afraid they’d end up half-dead if he taught them!

　　With no students and constant criticism, he ranked dead last in last year’s faculty evaluation, even earning the only zero score in the academy’s history.

　　Depressed, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol, and as he wished, he died—giving him the chance to transmigrate here.

　　With the new semester starting, the academy issued a final ultimatum: if he couldn’t recruit a single student to his class this year, he’d be immediately stripped of his teaching qualifications!

　　Seventeen new students had already passed by his classroom today, and without exception, as soon as they heard his name, they all ran away as fast as they could, like girls encountering a creepy old man.

　　“Looks like I have to find a way to talk someone into joining!”

　　As he was thinking about how to approach someone, he saw a dazed, adorable girl poke her head in at the door.

　　“Excuse me, is this Brian Carter teacher’s classroom?”

　　Her voice was sweet and cute, her appearance delicate and charming.

　　Brian Carter teacher was the academy’s star instructor, his classes always packed, with countless people coming from afar just to attend.

　　“She’ll do!” Seeing someone walk right into his net, Michael Bolton’s eyes lit up.

　　Recalling all the pretentious routines he’d seen in his previous life, he calmly sat at his desk, striking a pose like a reclusive master: “You want to take him as your teacher?”

　　The girl nodded repeatedly like a sparrow, her dark eyes full of admiration: “I heard that Brian Carter teacher is the best instructor at Hongtian Academy. All his students are outstanding, and everyone is proud to join his class!”

　　“Rumors aren’t always true. Teachers are like shoes—it’s about whether they fit! No matter how good his lectures are, if his teaching doesn’t match your cultivation theory, not only will you not improve, you might even regress! If a teacher isn’t famous but matches your theory, you can progress quickly and greatly increase your cultivation!”

　　“Is that so… My brother said something similar!” The girl was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes a bit confused. “But I don’t know what kind of class suits me!”

　　Seeing she’d taken the bait, Michael Bolton’s eyes lit up. After a moment’s hesitation, the images of Marx, Engels, and other sages flashed through his mind. He put on a troubled expression: “Fate has brought us together. How about this—I’m also a teacher at this academy. I can check your roots, talent, and disposition for free, and help recommend a suitable teacher for you!”

　　“Thank you, sir!” She hadn’t expected the teacher she randomly met to be so righteous, and the girl excitedly nodded.

　　“Show me your cultivation so I can take a look.”

　　Michael Bolton’s eyes were half-open, half-closed, as if he didn’t care at all.

　　“Yes, sir!”

　　Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

　　In just a moment, the room was filled with the sound of fists slicing through the air. Streams of energy swirled around the girl like dragons, her aura condensed but not dispersed, powerful yet restrained—a sign of an excellent foundation.