I Just Want to Close the Academy, but I Teach the Powerful Officials of the Manchu Dynasty

[Beautiful without CP + cannon fodder in books + pretending to be crazy + group portraits to build a career] I assumed the role of the young dean of an academy who was about to have his whole house confiscated in three years. The system reminded me that as long as I successfully closed down the academy, I would be able to get a one billion pension and return to the modern world. I became very energetic on the spot. In order to ruin the reputation of the academy, I abolished morning reading, stopped eight-legged writing, recruited poor students, and only recruited students that others did not want. The son of a sinner? Receive. A businesswoman who smells like copper? Receive. A sick man with a disabled leg? Receive. A beggar on the street? Also accept. I am calm on the surface every day, but pray wildly in private: make trouble quickly, go crazy quickly, shut down this shabby academy quickly. As a result, each of these losers became more outrageous than the last. A merchant girl discovered a black account in the household department, and a disabled boy built a peerless weapon. The little beggar was killed and became a young general, and the son of the guilty minister even shocked the whole court with a policy statement in the palace examination. The system crashed and so did I. I just wanted to go home broke. How come when I open my eyes, all the civil and military officials in the court are my students?