Chapter 351 Thunder Shell God (1/2)

In the meantime, Gao Peng decided to drop by his school for a visit. All the students were visibly hard at work in their classrooms. When it came to one's studies, attitude was far more important than talent. At the junior high level, no matter how gifted a student was, as long as they were willing to put in the effort, acing all their classes would be a piece of cake.

A student's effort was naturally reflected in their results.

Most of these children were exceptionally diligent in their studies, perhaps due to the fact that they had experienced true hardship in the past. Having been given a chance to improve their own lives, they would only be doing their benefactors a disservice if they didn't give their all in their studies.

Gao Peng glanced through the students' monthly test results. Most of them had done quite well. Some of them had even managed to make it to the top of their classes.

”While exams are important, simply keeping these students buried in their books and shutting them off from the outside world will do them more harm than good,” said Gao Peng. ”I think we should start making connections with other schools to see where we stand now.”

The dean hurriedly pointed out, ”Principal, I remember Yuzhou Middle Schools No. 1, No. 3, No. 8, Shuba Middle School, and three other elite schools have organized a joint exam that's held every semester in Yuzhou. The students are then ranked based on their results. I've been thinking about letting our students participate in their exam, but the entrance threshold is just way too high. It's impossible for ordinary schools like ours to be a part of this inner circle of elite schools...”

Gao Peng waved a hand. ”Don't worry. I'll send someone over to make contact with some of these schools and maybe donate a library to each one as a sign of good will.”

”But sir, Middle Schools No. 1, No. 3, and No. 8 already have their own libraries. I don't think they need more...”

”Then we'll give them two more school buildings.”

”...”

Two years. A school needed at least two years to establish itself and attract enough talent to become staff.

Gao Peng was fortunate to have been alive to see the world adapt to the Cataclysm's effects for four and a half years. In just two years, he was able to raise his own combat power to a respectable level.

Gao Peng intended to speed up Tiange Academy's expansion for the next two years and fill up talent gaps in the school's faculty by nurturing talent among his students if necessary.

When he finally stepped out of the school gates, he turned around and gazed at the school buildings sprawled across the mountain range like a sleeping dragon.

This is where my future lies, thought Gao Peng, smiling.

...

Night had fallen over the Baiye District.

Strips of yellow tape were stretched out in front of the abandoned building's entrance. The chalk outlines of the corpses that had been discovered inside the building were still fresh on the concrete floor.

The stretch of road in front of the building had become emptier since the incident. Only a brazen few dared walk directly in front of the building's entrance. Anyone walking past it would feel a sudden chill as if a cold wind was blowing from somewhere in the building.

The streetlamps near the abandoned building were old and dim, their lights flickering over a foul-smelling drain by the street.

A black mist was flowing out of the abandoned building like sand flowing out of someone's fist, permeating the empty space in front of the building.

The only movement In the darkness of the night was that of a shirtless drunkard stumbling down the street as if he was stepping on sand.

Bang!

A noise like an empty barrel falling on the ground came from within the abandoned building.

The drunkard's ears pricked up. Puffing up his chest, he turned towards the abandoned building, his eyes bulging out of his sockets like a pair of light bulbs.

”Trying to scare me, eh?” mumbled the drunkard. He hiccuped.

Taking a deep breath, he turned away from the building and resumed his journey back home.

Bang!

Another sound came from the abandoned building.

The drunkard angrily shouted back, ”Hey, cut it out!” Then he ran as fast as he could, grinning like a madman.

At that moment, with the wind slapping against his face, he felt like he was the freest man in the world, running beneath the silver moonlight without a care in the world.

Thud.

The drunkard suddenly slipped on a pile of dog feces.

He clambered back to his feet. The impact had more or less knocked him back to his senses. When he looked up, the first thing he saw was the yellow tape around the abandoned building.