On the first day that Chen Ye was transferred to the "death class" of No. 3 Middle School, the dean of the school gloated: "This class of students was so angry that seven teachers were driven away. I hope you can survive the week."
He walked into the classroom with a cigarette in his mouth, and chalk heads immediately flew towards him. With the whole class laughing, he turned sideways to catch it and flicked it, hitting the leader of the gangsters in the back row between the eyebrows. "Not bad," he grinned, "I'll teach you this move in the next class."
No one knew that this sloppy teacher was once a "ghost hand" in an underground fighting arena, and no one thought that he would use fighting training to cure his Internet addiction and gambling to stimulate his interest in learning. When he brought his class score from the bottom to the top ten, the school leaders couldn't sit still; when he singled out a dozen gangsters to protect the students, the secrets of the past could no longer be hidden.
"What I teach is not just knowledge," Chen Ye stepped on his cigarette butts and told the stunned reporters, "it's about how to live a human life in this fucked up world."
