"Teacher Fang, come on!"
The director of the academic affairs office handed Fang Ming the appointment contract with a smile.
"Okay, thank you." Fang Ming politely took the contract, and Zhang Jun beside him smiled even more happily than the director.
"Yay!" Zhang Jun made a gesture.
"Teacher Zhang, Teacher Zhang, I'll take you to the faculty dormitory," Zhang Jun said excitedly.
"Thank you for the trouble, student," Fang Ming said.
"Teacher, teacher, I'm Zhang Jun from Class 1 of the second year. Just call me Xiao Jun," Zhang Jun said happily.
"Xiao Jun? Alright, I'll remember that," Fang Ming smiled.
"Teacher, please follow me."
Zhang Jun led the way, and Fang Ming followed him to a dormitory building.
"Teacher, you just need to register with the dormitory manager on the first floor of the dormitory building."
"Okay, I got it," Fang Ming said, then remembered something, "Don't you have class? Go to class first. I'll buy some daily necessities outside later."
Zhang Jun heard this and scratched his head awkwardly. He wanted to spend more time with Fang Ming and really didn't want to go back to class.
"Then okay, I'll go back to class first. If Teacher Fang needs anything, you can find me in Class 1. I'm very familiar with this school," Zhang Jun patted his chest and said.
Fang Ming smiled, "Okay, I'll definitely find you if I need anything."
Zhang Jun left. Fang Ming went into the dormitory building and registered his residence, then went outside the school to look around.
He didn't expect this world to be quite large. Fang Ming sprinted at full speed, and after running for nearly two or three hours, he was teleported back again.
"As expected, this is a realm within a realm," Fang Ming touched his chin, pondering in his mind.
Only in a realm within a realm would such a situation occur. Outsiders who enter cannot leave, but the NPCs within can. It's like the person in the memory of the vengeful spirit who created this world leaving and then returning, and new things would be created for him.
"The size of this realm within a realm is probably as large as two or three counties. I can only say it lives up to the principal's realm within a realm?"
One must know that even a painter, when creating a realm within a realm, it was only the size of a city, with the surrounding area extending at most to the vicinity of that tree.
This realm within a realm is at least thirty times larger than the painter's world!
After investigating this basic information, Fang Ming went to a bank, got some money, and then swaggered back to school after buying some daily necessities.
As soon as he returned to the dormitory, the dormitory manager ran over.
"That Teacher Fang, this is your class schedule for the future. Please take a look." The dormitory manager handed Fang Ming a paper, which was densely covered with words.
"Okay, thank you." Fang Ming took the schedule, and the dormitory manager left.
"Three classes a day? Forty minutes per class, that's acceptable."
He would have two hours of classes a day and free time for the rest, which would not hinder his search for clues about the principal in this world.
Of course, there was another way to force the principal to appear: kill everyone in this school!
But Fang Ming dared not do so. The reason was not that he was soft-hearted. After all, these people were just virtual projections of memories; in reality, they were already dead. Killing them would not cause any psychological burden.
The reason he dared not was that Fang Ming was not the principal's opponent now, and alerting him would not be a wise move.
Fang Ming's goal was not to fight with the principal and his father, Fang Daolong, but to find where they were holding Nannan and then steal Nannan away!
In the following time, Fang Ming was not idle. He found the school library to check information about the school and inquired about the school's background from others.
However, in the end, Fang Ming only knew that the principal's name was Dai Zhengguo, which was the principal's real name, and that the current year was 1993. This school was the best public high school in F City.
Besides that, there were various awards the school had won, as well as national support and publicity, but Fang Ming was not very interested in these.
A day passed quickly.
The next day, as soon as it dawned, Fang Ming immediately got up and walked towards the library.
"One hundred and twenty-one! One hundred and twenty-one!..." On the main road, groups of students shouted slogans and ran past.
Morning run?
Fang Ming stepped back and stood by the roadside, watching the group of students run by.
"How is it? Full of energy, right?" an aged voice sounded from behind Fang Ming.
"Principal?" Fang Ming turned around and saw Principal Dai watching the students who had run away with satisfaction.
"You're up so early too," Fang Ming said with a smile.
"I'm old, I can't sleep. I just accompany these students for two laps every day to keep fit. I don't know how many more days my old bones can last," Principal Dai said with a smile.
Fang Ming's heart stirred, and he asked, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, right?"
Principal Dai nodded, "Soon, in two or three months."
Principal Dai continued, "Our F City is poor. Those parents send their children to us, hoping they can achieve something and get into college to become successful university students."
"In my life, I have no other desires but to cultivate more talents and contribute more to the country."
The older generation had a deep obsession with the country, and Principal Dai was no exception.
"With so many students, you must get quite a lot of money every year, right?" Fang Ming asked.
"Money, money, what money," Principal Dai waved his hand dismissively. "Now we have state subsidies, plus the students' tuition fees, which are more than enough to keep our school running."
Then, as if remembering something, he smiled with satisfaction, "I must say, I've actually secretly saved a large sum of money."
"Oh?" Fang Ming exclaimed, surprised. Was Principal Dai also corrupt?
But soon, Principal Dai's words made Fang Ming realize he had guessed wrong.
"Our school has never had a computer lab. I've saved enough to buy twenty computers. When the tuition fees for the next batch of students are collected, plus the state subsidies, I can add another five. Hahaha, then our Boyu High School will also be a place with advanced equipment!"
Principal Dai was very happy and boasted with a chuckle.
"Congratulations," Fang Ming smiled.
"Alright, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going ahead." Principal Dai walked away with his hands behind his back, humming a tune.
Fang Ming's smile faded. He looked at Principal Dai's retreating back, his mind lost in thought.
He didn't understand how such a person as Principal Dai could have become the vengeful spirit "Principal."
"What happened during this time?"
Fang Ming lowered his head in thought as he walked towards the library.
The librarian was an auntie. Every time Fang Ming came, he saw her with an old radio next to her playing opera news or something.
Her position was far from the bookshelves, and since not many students came normally, it wouldn't disturb anyone.
"Now, a piece of news will be broadcast." As Fang Ming entered the library, he heard the radio.
Fang Ming didn't pay attention and walked directly into the library.
"According to the latest weather forecast, a strong typhoon named Gaolian has formed in the Pacific Ocean and is expected to reach coastal areas of our country in a month..."
Typhoon?
As someone from inland, Fang Ming had heard of such things only a few times. Besides the news and weather forecasts, he rarely encountered it elsewhere.
"Why another typhoon? Honestly, this weather."
The librarian grumbled a couple of times.
Fang Ming's heart stirred upon hearing this, and he hurried to the librarian, "Auntie, do we often have typhoons here?"
The librarian looked at Fang Ming, a stranger.
"Oh, yes, we are close to the sea. In the summer, there are often typhoons and such. But you don't have to worry too much, we are very safe here."
"Auntie, where is the map?"
The librarian pointed in a direction, "It's in bookshelf number three, you can look for it."
"Thank you, thank you."
Fang Ming walked towards bookshelf number three and soon found several map atlases on the shelf, as well as a folded world map.
Fang Ming took out the world map and an atlas and began to examine them on the spot.
"F City is here, and the typhoon is forming in the Pacific."
Fang Ming carefully observed the geographical location of the school and the surrounding environment.
The school's construction might have also considered natural disasters like typhoons, so it was built on high ground. Except for the mountains to the south, the other three directions were open and the terrain was relatively high, making it less prone to waterlogging.
As the librarian said, even if a typhoon came, due to the obstruction of the terrain, this place was a natural shelter, and the typhoon's damage here was extremely limited.
Moreover, due to the terrain, the heavy rainfall brought by the typhoon would not flood the school.
Was his guess wrong?
Fang Ming sat on the ground, deep in thought.
He began to connect all the intelligence about the principal in his mind.
First, the principal, like Fang Daolong, had a hysterical hatred for vengeful spirits.
Fang Daolong's family and friends were buried in a mine collapse caused by the vengeful spirits' activities in the Changsheng Realm, and he personally witnessed his loved ones die before his eyes, which led to his blackening.
Moreover, Fang Ming remembered that when he explained to Fang Daolong that the mining accident was man-made, Fang Daolong had said that even if the mining incident was man-made, the Changsheng Realm still deserved to die.
Why did he say that?
There was only one possibility – he knew of other disasters caused by the Changsheng Realm!
Where the disaster was, it was self-evident.
The greatest possibility was from the principal, who shared his ideals!
In other words, did something happen to this school due to the activities of the Changsheng Realm?
Fang Ming thought back to when he first met the principal when fleeing in Baimu Village. It was in this school, and even now, Fang Ming could feel the principal's affection for this school.
If this school were to be destroyed, the principal would have a high probability of going berserk and making the Changsheng Realm his sworn enemy.
"Realms within realms usually undergo continuous cycles for a period of time. Since this school is also a realm within a realm, it means it will enter a cycle soon."
Fang Ming pondered, tapping his chin.
"This means that the most recent disaster is definitely the turning point of the cycle. From the current perspective, it can only be this typhoon."
Natural disaster plus vengeful wrath?
This caused this school to be destroyed, and then the principal turned all his hatred towards the Changsheng Realm?
"Is it possible to change this scene?"
Fang Ming thought of something. If he made the students here evacuate in advance, what would happen to this world?