Supremely Talented Tyrant

Zhao Ziliang's face turned completely white when he saw what was happening. He didn't know if Hao Jian was bluffing him, but intuition told him that it might be better not to try.

Zhao Ziliang struggled to move his body, attempting to crawl away from the front of Hao Jian's car, his eyes flickering with hatred and resentment.

But he had been beaten too badly by Hao Jian; not to mention standing up, even moving slightly was very difficult, and he could only slowly crawl away from the front of Hao Jian's car bit by bit.

Watching this scene, Hao Jian counted very seriously:

"One"

"Ten!"

Screech!

Hao Jian directly started the sedan and drove over it.

"Ahhhh. Bastard, bastard, ten seconds, what about the promised ten seconds, my... my legs!"

Immediately after, the shrill screams of Zhao Ziliang in absolute agony were heard from behind. It wasn't long since Hao Jian had crippled Zheng Fei, and today he had crippled Zhao Ziliang as well.

The car wheels rolled right over Zhao Ziliang's legs, and this assured that Zhao Ziliang would be crippled from then on.

"What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? Are you not afraid he'll call the police?" Shu Ya glared at Hao Jian angrily. Hao Jian was way too reckless, wasn't he? There were cameras nearby.

"It's useless, I have people in the police station!" Hao Jian replied with a wink and a smirk, clearly in a good mood.

He had wanted to hit Zhao Ziliang for a long time, and had been holding back, but today Zhao Ziliang brought the trouble on himself, so he couldn't be blamed.

"Even then, you can't just do whatever you want. Don't you know who Kong Xiaozhen is? If you beat up his man like this, he'll never let you off! What's the point of this, really? We could just give them the shares, why do you have to cause trouble?"

Shu Ya sighed deeply. She didn't want anything else but for Hao Jian to be safe.

Perhaps even Shu Ya herself hadn't noticed the subtle change in her heart at that moment.

Hearing Shu Ya's advice, filled with deep concern, Hao Jian almost felt as if he had returned to his past lethal career. Back then, a girl had given him the same advice.

"Don't worry, I know who Kong Xiaozhen is. If I dare to talk like this, it means I have a way to deal with him, so don't worry," Hao Jian reassured Shu Ya with a smile.

"Really?" Shu Ya looked at him, half doubting.

"Really, he can't kill me," Hao Jian said confidently. There were many who had wanted to kill him, what was Kong Xiaozhen compared to them?

"Alright then, just be careful. If anything happens, you must tell me. Money can be earned again, but please don't let a moment of anger cost you your life," Shu Ya earnestly advised.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Oh, I need to ask for time off this afternoon; I'm going to the Chinese Medicine Hospital to teach."

"No way!"

"Why not?"

"I know you want to see that little vixen!"

"..."

...

Despite everything, Hao Jian still went to class that afternoon. As soon as he entered the classroom, all the students stared at him.

"What's with the staring? Do I have flowers on my face?" Hao Jian wondered.

"Teacher, we all know what you did yesterday; you're incredible! Even a random ceramic piece you made is worth millions," one of the female students said excitedly.

"Who's been running their mouth?" Hao Jian's face darkened.

Everyone simultaneously looked at Zhao Yating. Seeing this, Zhao Yating also felt a bit guilty, "It's a good thing, what's there to fear about others knowing."

"Teacher, why don't you make me a ceramic too? I'd never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life!" a male student said excitedly.

"Teacher, I want one too."

"Me too."

The students began to clamor.

"Okay, but only if your end-of-semester grades are all A's or better. Only those who achieve this will get pottery made by me," Hao Jian chuckled.

"No problem!"

Luo Tong snorted with fiery determination. There's a saying that great rewards bring out brave men, and for the sake of that invaluable pottery, he was all in!

"Teacher, I don't want pottery, I want to kiss you." One of the girls looked at Hao Jian with fangirl eyes.

"What are you saying, I'm a professional teacher with ethics, I never engage in inappropriate relationships like student-teacher romances. However, I must commend your courage in expressing love, and most importantly, your taste is quite admirable. I really appreciate you, hahaha," Hao Jian laughed narcissistically.

Everyone else laughed along.

Afterward, Hao Jian continued with the lesson, but halfway through, he noticed something unusual among the students.

Hao Jian could hardly contain his laughter: "Principal, what are you doing here?"

Du Yuelin was earnestly taking notes with a notebook and pen, just like a student.

Hearing Hao Jian's question, he felt a bit embarrassed: "Well, I found your class quite impressive, so I decided to come and learn from you."

Everything Hao Jian talked about was new to him, something he had never seen or heard of before. Had it not been for Hao Jian's lessons, he wouldn't have known Traditional Chinese Medicine had such methods.

After all, learning never ends, and he couldn't miss this great opportunity.

"Teacher, I think it's because your class is so unique that even the principal couldn't help but come and listen," Zhao Yating said with a smile.

"That's the idea."

Du Yuelin quickly nodded in agreement; he felt like bowing down on his knees to Hao Jian after the class, and if not for his pride, he really would have wished to take Hao Jian as his master.

"Okay, but next time you come, give me a heads up first. Suddenly popping out like that really startled me."

"Sure, sure, I'll do that," Du Yuelin quickly nodded in agreement.

After teaching two class sessions, it was time for physical education, but since the PE teacher was on leave today, Hao Jian had to take over the class.

However, as soon as the class started, Hao Jian said, "Alright, you're all dismissed."

"Really, Teacher? Is this how you're going to conduct PE class?" Zhao Yating couldn't help but feel amused; this seemed too casual, wasn't there at least some pretense to maintain?

"Otherwise, how should it be done?" Hao Jian curiously asked, as he had never taught a PE class before.

"You should at least have us run a few laps and then let us go, right? That's what the other PE teachers did," Luo Tong chimed in.

"Do you guys want to run?" Hao Jian asked.

"No," everyone shook their heads in unison.

"There you have it. So why all the fuss? Go on, go play, and don't disturb me while I take a nap."

Hao Jian laid down on a quiet patch of grass, covered his face with a book, and went off to play chess with Duke Zhou.

Zhao Yating and the others were at a loss for words, not knowing what to make of such a carefree teacher.

"Zhao Yating, shall we play badminton?" a girl suggested.

"Sure, let's go get the shuttlecocks from the equipment room," Zhao Yating nodded, and then she and a few girls headed to the equipment room.

Since it was the start of the new academic year, the freshmen were still undergoing military training.

At that time, two military instructors who had arranged for the students to rest were chatting leisurely. When they saw Zhao Yating passing by, both couldn't help but have sparks light up in their eyes.