Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Wang Aiguo is definitely a competent and good teacher and homeroom teacher.

During his more than 30 years as a high school homeroom teacher, he read "Battle Through the Heavens," a key textbook of Pei Choi High School, dozens of times.

It was precisely because he was so familiar with this important textbook that he always harbored some doubts about Fu Chen.

Wang Aiguo stroked his stubble-covered chin, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with his middle finger, and revealed a wicked smile.

"Could Fu Chen have some kind of system or a powerful backer?"

"Otherwise... how could he have fallen from being a prodigy to a complete waste with zero skill in martial arts and alchemy a year ago for no reason?"

"This is illogical even to a child. There must be something on him that absorbed his talent... no, his cultivation level and spiritual power!"

That's what caused the kid to suddenly become so depressed.

"It seems everyone's a fool, genuinely believing he's ruined, fawning over the powerful and belittling the weak... Now Fu Chen is ignored by everyone. If I were to act as his confidant and mentor, showering him with care..."

Once he's accomplished his studies, and things change, won't I also become a member of the original main cast, rising to prominence along with everyone else?

Although he had struggled with the decision before calling Fu Chen over:

"But that doesn't make sense... I checked online, and it seems that the protagonists in novels who are prone to awakening cheat abilities are mostly surnamed Chen, Xiao, Tang, Ye, Zhang, etc., and there are very few surnamed Fu..."

"However... his surname is Fu, which means happiness. He's someone who enjoys life. I should go and befriend him. Anyway, I won't lose out no matter what."

Wang Aiguo was still bitter inside.

After all, he only has ten years left before retirement, and at Pei Cai Middle School, it will be difficult for him to continue to improve his salary, personal abilities, martial arts, and alchemy skills.

He had to find another shortcut.

"Fu Chen, please wait a moment!"

You've started using such formal language.

Fu Chen stared blankly at Wang Aiguo, but before he could respond…

The parents of the students who received the dismissal order also rushed over to pick them up, and thus a blatant gift-giving began.

The parents, packed tightly together, squeezed between Fu Chen and Wang Aiguo.

"Teacher Wang, I heard your washing machine broke down. I'm a parent at Quanjiafei and also the sales manager for my sister's home appliances. I'll send you a set later..."

"Teacher Wang, I am Liu Haitao's father. The bag contains tea leaves, which we grew ourselves. It's just a small token of my appreciation. Please don't mind the smell; it's very fragrant. Please remember to open it and take a sniff."

"Hello, Teacher Wang! I heard you're a big fan of Teacher Cai. She recently retired, and I just managed to snag a videotape of her retirement work and an autographed photo album. Oh, and my child is Chen Jiaxin!"

"Teacher Wang, I'm Zhang Jiahao's father. I brought you a wall calendar!"

Wang Aiguo, who accepted the gift with a troubled expression, suddenly looked at the man.

"A wall calendar...a wall calendar is nice! What's your son's name again?"

"Zhang Jiahao!"

"I'll remember him, and I'll definitely take good care of him in the future."

"Thank you, Teacher Wang!"

Oops!

We didn't bring any gifts!

Liu Liping and Fu Longhu, who had just gone upstairs and were now squeezed in the crowd, froze.

Everyone gives gifts, but you don't? Are you trying to be different?

But just as Fu Longhu took out a Hongtashan cigarette and was about to hand it over, Wang Aiguo had already pushed large and small bags into Fu Chen's hands.

"Fu Chen, here are some gift cards and tea. I don't need them, so you can take them home. Give the tea to your dad, and you can use the gift cards to buy some daily necessities at the supermarket."

Forehead?

Why are you so good to him?

Fu Chen was carrying large and small bags, completely confused.

The cigarette that Fu Longhu extended was also suspended in mid-air by his fingers; he didn't understand it either.

Why are you being so nice to me?

I'm going to keep lowering my ranking, no matter what your motives are, don't try to stop me from completing my mission!

He learned from Yao Zhi'ai that class and grade rankings were strictly based on a comprehensive assessment of students' performance and grades during their time at school. In other words, the homeroom teacher often held the power of life and death.

You have to make him hate you so that you can lower his ranking.

Fu Chen's brain raced through his thoughts in a fraction of a second. Fleeting images swirled in his memories: what kind of students did teachers hate the most during his school years?

They definitely rank high on the list when it comes to bragging!

There was once a classmate who confidently assured the homeroom teacher that he would definitely break through to the third level of the first rank martial artist before the end of the semester and enter the top fifty in the grade.

As a result, he failed to achieve it and was abandoned by the teacher.

So all he has to do is tell lies that are obvious to others, and he can be labeled as "arrogant and hopeless".

In that case, wouldn't last place be a piece of cake?

cough cough.

Fu Chen accepted the gift that Wang Aiguo had given him.

He grinned, and when Wang Aiguo saw him smile, he smiled too.

Then Fu Chen arrogantly said, "To be honest, Teacher Wang, I actually have a system. As long as I complete tasks, such as achieving..."

The system wouldn't let him reveal the details of the mission, so he changed his story: "As long as I maintain my 'useless' persona, I can keep getting stronger."

Then, I excitedly checked the status of Wang Aiguo on the other side.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should open his mouth wide, furrow his brow, then his phone should shake slightly, and finally he should burst into laughter...

what?

What was Wang Aiguo's sudden action of standing up straight?

How did Ryoko manage to lose that huge belly?

With his chest out and stomach in, legs together, Wang Aiguo had never stood so straight in his life. He then carefully and hurriedly straightened his clothes, bowed slightly, and tightly grasped Fu Chen's right hand.

"I see. I knew Fu Chen was no ordinary person. A person's strength can lie, but their demeanor cannot. Please guide me in the future. If there's anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask!"

He truly believed Fu Chen's words.

Fu Chen fell silent, having lost count of how many times this had happened today.

He wondered if Wang Aiguo was so mentally challenged that he actually believed such absurd words.

This also raises a philosophical question.

It is true that Fu Chen has a system, but he presented this with the subjective purpose of "wanting Wang Aiguo to feel that he was deceiving him." Therefore, in his view, the fact that "he has a system" should be considered false in an objective sense.

Just like a crossdresser is a man who disguises himself as a woman by dressing up, his physiological structure is male, but his appearance and personality are female, and he also wants to be treated as a "woman" by others.

But the name "crossdresser" directly tells the other person that he is a man... So, does the person who likes crossdressers like men or women?

At the same time, does Wang Aiguo also like cross-dressers?

Fu Chen, caught in a storm of paradoxes, realized that Wang Aiguo had left.

Back in his office, Wang Aiguo was overjoyed, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Hahaha, in middle age, I've managed to marry a useless genius with a system! Hahaha, this turning point in my life has finally fallen on my head!"

Fu Chen ignored Wang Aiguo.

To be precise, he had no time to deal with it anymore, because he discovered…

My parents, covered in tattoos and nails, were surrounded by their classmates.

What's with the two of them getting along so well with their classmates before I even got there?