On the Throne: The King of Black and White

In the bright conference room, the tutors of each junior class took their seats one after another.

Sitting at the main seat was an old man with gray hair.

He was wearing a white coat and white trousers, with a beard hanging down his chest but not messy. There were some wrinkles on his rosy face, and his eyes were as clear as a mirror, completely devoid of the turbidity of time.

Ling Sen, the junior dean, has been teaching at Luzhou Junwu University for more than 50 years.

Unscrewing the thermos cup and taking a sip of hot tea, the old man looked at the teachers present, no more, no less, exactly ten of them.

"Is everyone here? Before the monthly meeting starts..."

The old man put down the quilt and moved his eyes to the female teacher with long hair tied up and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Teacher Wu Qinghua, can you explain...what happened in Class C yesterday?"

All the teachers' eyes were focused on Wu Qinghua.

Wu Qinghua stood up, his expression unchanged and as serious as ever.

"Class C student Wu Zhixing was a little disrespectful to me during the chief selection. I gave him a little lesson."

"...So you just punched a big hole in the wall?"

Ling Sen, the teaching director, rubbed his eyes with a wry smile on his old face.

"Yes," Wu Qinghua adjusted his glasses and said calmly: "Sometimes shock is necessary, and it is very helpful for students' education."

This kind of reckless and rough behavior seems completely incompatible with this calm female teacher.

However, the teachers of the classes present unexpectedly did not express doubts. Instead, they nodded secretly with an expression as expected.

"As expected, this crazy woman has not changed her true nature. She usually just pretends..."

"I thought she became gentler after becoming a teacher!"

"As expected of the 'red female ghost' who can make children stop crying, she is quite good at scaring people."

"Hey! Can you really stop a child from crying? Try it next time my son makes a fuss..."

……

Wu Qinghua turned his head and stared at several male teachers who were whispering expressionlessly, his lenses reflecting a strange white light.

"Alas--!"

And those teachers suddenly looked like mice being stared at by a cat, sitting upright, looking at their noses with their eyes, and their noses looking at their hearts.

dong dong——

The old man knocked on the table and said helplessly:

"This kind of behavior is illegal and not worth promoting. As a penalty, you have to pay the cost of repairs."

"no problem."

In fact, this punishment is just formal. For hunters who live long enough to retire, they can casually take out hundreds of thousands without blinking an eye.

"Well... then let's forget this matter. You can sit down."

The old man Ling Sen waved his hand and prepared to get to the point.

"The day after tomorrow is the class competition. Today we have to select competitors from each class. Here are the events that are open this time..."

The dean handed out a stack of A4 paper and asked the teachers to pass it on in turn.

Wu Qinghua looked at the table of contents on the first page of the printed paper——

1. Arena Points Competition

2. Position guard

3. Wolf hunting

4. Top of the tower

5. Spiral Maze

These five events are the contents of this junior class competition. Ten classes are divided randomly, and two classes form a group of opponents.

"The rules are listed in the next few pages, but I think everyone should be familiar with them, so I won't go into details."

The teachers nodded. After all, they have been competing for two or three years and have experienced all kinds of projects.

"In this case, let's just start drawing lots..."

The old man stroked his white beard and his tone became serious.

"I will send out red envelopes in a small group. The amounts are divided into 1-5 yuan. If you get the same amount, you can choose a group!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the teachers present suddenly looked strange.

"Old man...can we be more serious?"

"Isn't there a small lottery program?"

"And the maximum is only 5 yuan? You are too stingy!"

boom--!

"shut up!"

When he mentioned this, the dean suddenly frowned and was so angry that he even pulled off a few strands of his beard.

"Every time I give out red envelopes in large groups, I get a few cents! How dare you think it's too little!?"

The teachers below immediately fell silent.

"Humph!"

The old man took a sip of tea angrily, curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "And the operation of that small program is too complicated, and I am not used to it, old man!"

‘Then your red envelopes are very smooth, and there are different amounts...’

Several teachers looked at each other and said nothing.

Turning on the mobile phone, under the operation of the teaching director Ling Sen, the teachers present were pulled into a separate small group.

[Unity and Friendship: Junior Class Lottery Group]

ding dong~

[Red envelope - the amount drawn corresponds to the items in the catalog! 】

Wu Qinghua clicked on the red envelope, and a big ￥3.0 popped out.

Corresponding project...Head Wolf Hunting.

Open the draw record and find the user who also drew 3 yuan.

Class F-Li Jingru.

"Oh~ Xiaoqing, we seem to be opponents this time!"

A warm and soft voice came from the next table. Wu Qinghua calmly turned his head and looked at the female teacher sitting on her left.

She wears a beige casual dress, has slightly curly long chestnut hair, soft facial features, and exquisite makeup.

Almond-like eyes with tear moles, and lipstick applied on the lips, making them look crystal pink and tender, giving people a sense of purity and charm.

Although she looks young and beautiful, like a gentle and cute girl, she is indeed the class teacher of Class F - Li Jingru.

He is in the same class as Wu Qinghua and is already in his forties.

"It seems like I haven't been Xiaoqing's opponent for a long time... I miss this feeling so much~!"

Li Jingru held her cheeks with her hands and looked at Wu Qinghua with smiling eyes.

"This is a competition for the students in the class and has nothing to do with us."

Wu Qinghua corrected him calmly.

"But don't students represent teachers? This is also equivalent to a duel between our two teachers~!"

"Or..." Li Jingru lowered her eyes and asked pointedly: "Xiaoqing, are you afraid of losing?"

"Why do you say that?"

Wu Qinghua's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear the other person's overtones.

“Because ‘Head Wolf Hunt’ values ​​the chief’s strength~!”

Li Jingru looked straight into Wu Qinghua's eyes, with a smile in her tone.

"Wu Zhixing from Class C seems to be no match for my Xiao Qianqian~ You will probably lose this time~!"

In the class competition, different events have different winning rules, and in "Head Wolf Hunt", defeating the leader of the enemy class is one of the winning conditions.

Faced with the provocative words of the other party, Wu Qinghua did not waver and just retorted lightly:

"Although the chief's strength is important, it is not the only factor in winning. Strategy and luck are both indispensable."

These words seemed to be a weak argument in Li Jingru's ears. She narrowed her eyes, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled like a cunning fox.

"Then do you want to compete~? Add some chips or something..."

"What chips?" Wu Qinghua pushed up his glasses and seemed to become cautious.

"Same as before, the loser promises the winner something~!"

Wu Qinghua, the class teacher of Class C, remained silent and did not answer.

Seeing this, Li Jingru then challenged: "Xiao Qing...are you scared?"

"Okay, I agree."

"Okay~!"

Li Jingru clapped her palms, as if she had obtained the fruits of victory.

"Cough cough!"

The old man Ling Sen coughed slightly and interrupted the conversation of the teachers below.

"Okay, please hand over the chief information of your class quickly. After handing over the meeting, we will adjourn immediately!"

This is a necessary process. Although the chiefs of each class remain basically unchanged, it is still a formality.

Ten teachers lined up one after another. Ling Sen sat on his seat and casually took the form handed over to him, glanced at it and put it in his portfolio.

According to the rules, the class teacher is not allowed to know the information about the head teacher of his class, but now that everyone knows the basics, this link has become unclear and dispensable.

After taking Wu Qinghua's form, the old man was about to put it away when his body suddenly paused.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the Class C teacher in front of him calmly.

The female teacher's mouth curved slightly, but the people behind her couldn't see it at all...