Teacher Zhao, You're a Freak Too

An hour later, Chen Yu tossed his finished math homework onto the desk. Soon, a bunch of adopted sons would come by to pay their respects, and afterward, they would offer some snacks and pastries as thanks.

The relationship between adopted father and adopted sons was just that harmonious.

Seeing that the time was about right, Chen Yu finally pretended nothing was wrong and headed toward the staff dormitories.

As soon as he approached the dorm building, a wave of clamor rode the evening breeze straight toward him.

The air was thick with the fiery scent of chilies, while the greasy smoke from grilling assaulted his nostrils. The spicy smell was full of spells and shady tricks, but it still made Chen Yu's nose twitch.

"Even knowing the food here is filthy and unhygienic, it really smells amazing."

Swallowing hard, Chen Yu kept his head down and passed through the stalls beneath the dormitory building, finally arriving safely at Teacher Zhao's room.

After he knocked softly, there was no response from inside, yet the door opened silently.

Then, a finger reached out from within, hooked his collar, and pulled Chen Yu inside.

No lights were on in the room, and there was not much furniture inside.

The bookshelf that took up an entire wall was packed with books, ranging from "Sports Injuries" to "Dantian Maintenance," to "One Hundred Methods for Poor Cultivators to Train Without Mana."

Besides books related to Body Cultivators, there were also math textbooks, Postpartum Care for Boars, and The Art of Dao and Tractor Repair. It had everything one could possibly want.

Noticing Chen Yu examining the books, Teacher Zhao said, "You can read them here, but don't borrow them. I only have ownership rights, not lending rights."

Chen Yu nodded to show that he understood.

Not long after being reborn into this world, Chen Yu realized that this place placed far too much importance on money.

In his previous life, once you bought a book, it was yours. You could give it away or sell it however you liked.

But here, a single book actually came with ownership rights, resale rights, lending rights, and a whole pile of other rights. Buying every right to a book cost at least three times its listed price, which meant that many books could only be read by their buyers and could not be lent out at all.

On top of that, the school held classes during the day and ran a night market at night. They practically wanted to dig the sports field into upper and lower levels. At night, the desks and chairs became dining tables, and by day, touching them left your hands covered in grease.

The students studied during the day, then came here to work and spend money at night. It was an early taste of the life of a corporate beast after graduation.

After looking around, Chen Yu found nothing he wanted to read for the moment. He sat down and asked, "Teacher Zhao, why did you hit me today? Was it to guard against the principal?"

"It was exactly to guard against the principal."

Teacher Zhao and the principal being at odds was a secret everyone at Third High School knew.

As for why they were at odds, there were all kinds of theories. But Chen Yu felt it was probably related to Teacher Zhao stripping the principal naked, hanging him at the school gate, and beating him.

And he had done it twice.

In the end, the principal spent seven days in the hospital, while Teacher Zhao was suspended for a month. After that, the two never saw eye to eye.

And since Teacher Zhao was a good teacher who was ruthless, sharp-tongued, and kind-hearted, while the principal was a profit-driven bastard, there was no question about it. One had to stand with Teacher Zhao.

After pouring Chen Yu a glass of water, Teacher Zhao first asked, "Do you have enough medicine lately? Is there enough protein in your meals? Is there water coming from your faucet?"

"Yes to all of that. Teacher Zhao, just ask whatever you want to ask. I'm waiting."

"Hmm... You received something from the Tianyuan Cultivators Committee, didn't you?"

Thinking of his Awakening Fluid, Chen Yu nodded.

Teacher Zhao nodded as well. "I got something too, but I won't say exactly what it is. You said you wanted to make a Dreamscape. What kind of Dreamscape?"

At the mention of a Dreamscape, Chen Yu immediately perked up and excitedly told Teacher Zhao all of his ideas.

Teacher Zhao had assumed that Chen Yu had cultivated for less than a year and did not understand Body Cultivators deeply, so his ideas would probably not be authentic enough.

Yet he had not expected the other party's logic to be so clear and his framework so precise. The content was simple but interesting, and it actually made his blood boil.

Teacher Zhao hurriedly raised a hand. "Stop, stop. If I hear any more, I'll want to make this Dreamscape with you right away. Have you made Dreamscapes before?"

"To be honest, I've made one. And it seems to be somewhat famous."

"Name."

"A Daoist Oddity's Dreamer."

"You're Morning Light!"

Teacher Zhao's expression changed dramatically, while Chen Yu was utterly bewildered.

Was that Dreamscape really that famous?

Teacher Zhao's eyes widened. He drank several bottles of water before suppressing his shock, then rushed over and felt Chen Yu's head. "That hit hurt just now, didn't it? Are you injured? Did you cough up blood? Do you want your teacher to take you to the hospital? Don't worry, your teacher has medical insurance and can get you reimbursed."

"Teacher Zhao, your attitude changed rather quickly."

"How could it not? I've been craving that Dreamscape so badly I'm going crazy! There are already few Dream Makers in Tianyuan, and what they make is all crooked junk. It can't help with cultivation at all, and it isn't even good for entertainment. Then you suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the people at the Tianyuan Cultivators Committee went crazy with joy."

"No way."

"Young man, have some confidence in yourself. If you don't have any, that's fine. I can help you get some."

"That really won't be necessary."

Many facilities in Tianyuan were incomplete, and the Committee here was poor. They could not afford many functions on the Dreamscape platform, so he could not see the Dreamscape's data.

But seeing Teacher Zhao's excited expression, he could roughly guess that The Dreamer was exceptionally high-quality. He just had not expected it to be this good.

But logically speaking, the more people played that Dreamscape, the easier it should be for them to freak out. How could it provide him with so much Positive Emotion and ultimately make him endure three days worse than death?

Teacher Zhao did not notice Chen Yu's expression and sighed. "It's a pity the Visualization System doesn't improve us Body Cultivators much. Otherwise, I'd want every disciple to go crazy at least once. Just wait, Art High School's advancement rate next year will rise by at least twenty points."

Chen Yu froze for a while, then asked in disbelief, "Freaking out can improve cultivation?"

"Only for the Visualization Path, meaning those people at Fourth High School. The cultivators at Fourth High School are all artists. Freaking out is part of their daily lives. If they don't go crazy for a day, they feel hungry. And your The Dreamer is especially suitable for letting them freak out. It also lets them visualize all kinds of things while freaking out, improving their spiritual energy absorption efficiency. Now, Fourth High School students secretly play it every so often to accumulate mana and cultivate. The efficiency is incredible."

Chen Yu slapped his hand down hard.

Case closed!

No wonder his Positive Emotion had kept rising. It was those freaks!

If he had known making people go crazy could also help them improve, he should never have done that in the first place.

But it didn't matter. This time, he would definitely torment the classmates around him to the bitter end. He absolutely could not let them feel grateful to him!

After laughing excitedly twice, Chen Yu looked at Teacher Zhao and asked, "Then, Teacher Zhao, are you willing to help me?"

"I have to help you. But I have classes recently, so I can't easily take leave. Wait while I ask for some."

Then Teacher Zhao leaped directly out the window, swiftly blending into the darkness as he headed straight for the principal's office.

Before long, a string of miserable screams rang out from the principal's office. The fat principal was dragged out one-handed by Teacher Zhao, then hung from the school gate and beaten viciously.

After finishing the job, he climbed back to the dormitory like a gecko. Dusting off his hands, he said, "Done. This time, I should get suspended for seven days. That's enough."

Looking at Teacher Zhao, who acted as if nothing had happened, Chen Yu could not help saying, "Teacher Zhao, has anyone ever told you that you're quite a freak too?"