Chapter 1 The Black-Hearted Headmaster

"Mr. Song."

"Miss!"

"Woo woo woo"

The tinnitus accompanied by noisy shouting gave Song Yanjin a splitting headache. He slowly raised his eyelids. In the blood-red hazy world, a group of innocent little faces wearing mini ancient costumes came before his eyes. His forehead was particularly painful, and he raised his hand and touched a wet and sticky liquid.

"Get out of the way, miss, you're bleeding."

Baizhu anxiously pushed aside the little dumplings and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off the young lady.

The little girl who was watching handed over her handkerchief, "This is from Sister Baizhu."

"Okay, thank you." Bai Zhu took it, folded it into a square and placed it on the young lady's forehead. She tore a thin strip from the hem of her skirt and wrapped it around her head to secure it.

The scene in front of him gradually became clear, and Song Yanjin was able to observe his surroundings clearly. The square classroom was in a mess, with rice paper and books all over the floor, brushes scattered everywhere, and ink spilled everywhere on the low tables and grass. In the corner, there were groups of children crying together, and some were playing happily without paying attention. There were a few brave little girls standing next to them.

Didn't the plane crash and everyone died? What the hell is this place?

Memories that did not belong to me came flooding back into my mind, and the life of Song Yanjin, who had the same name as me, played out like a movie.

My goodness, she traveled through time and space, and she is a female teacher!

Holding her head with a splitting headache, the kindergarten class is now in a mess, and it is estimated that the riot has already happened. The manager will come soon, and it is possible that the headmaster who has been thinking about catching her handle all day will also come in person.

He forced himself to stand up and straightened the low table beside him, "Baizhu, go get some water."

"Master Song, let me help you."

The girl who had just handed me the handkerchief helped pick up the books on the ground.

Seeing that the young lady was not seriously injured, Bai Zhu hurried out of the school holding the bloody handkerchief.

Once there is a first, there will be a second. Some sensible children have joined in the cleaning and tidying up.

The crying of the group of children in the corner made her head hurt. Song Yanjin went over and said, "Stop crying!"

With a loud roar, the little kids closed their mouths in fear, with little pearls hanging under their eyes.

The children who were chasing and fighting were suddenly frightened and looked at the teacher in disbelief.

The children from wealthy families were looked after by servants, and at this moment they were staring at Master Song with the same eyes.

He glanced at those who were still playing and said, "Little fat guy on horseback, go back to your seats. Pick up any books on the ground. The servants will take your young masters and young ladies back to their respective seats and put the books and brushes on the table in order."

The scarf wrapped around Master Song's head was still soaked with blood, and his face was extremely pale and terrifying. The fat boy got off his companion in fear, and the others around him obediently returned to their seats.

The servants who were ordered to do so pretended to be deaf and dumb. Their main task was to take good care of the young master and young lady. What right do you, a female teacher, have to boss them around?

The young maid in an orange silk dress took the delicate little girl by the hand and said, "The school is in such a mess. Master Song, you should think about how to explain to the headmaster later. My young lady is a precious girl. You can't just scold her and tell her what to do."

She was originally a nerd. When she was transferred to the kindergarten class, she only knew how to teach the children to read and write. She had a gentle personality and could not manage these naughty children at all. Only a few sensible girls sitting in the front row listened to her.

I don't know much about the families of the children in the class. The maid in front of me is not wearing coarse linen. The girl she is holding is wearing a delicate pearl flower on her head and a white rabbit jade hanging around her waist. She is undoubtedly a lady from a wealthy family. The girl's other hand is nervously pinching the hem of her skirt, with a look of panic on her face.

The child's face showed his worries. Song Yanjin sneered, "How are we going to explain to the headmaster? It's no use for you, a servant, to worry about it. Children are sometimes naughty and difficult to discipline. The school is messy. Please take your daughter out. If she falls and gets hurt, I, as the teacher, can't afford to pay for it."

The maid could hear the hidden meaning behind the words. It was the teacher that the young lady had pushed over. She glared at him with a guilty look, "I will report to the master when I get home and have the kindergarten class have a new teacher."

He proudly took the young lady out of the school through the back door.

The remaining servants looked at each other in bewilderment. They had witnessed the whole process in the corridor outside. The children were just making a fuss and couldn't tell right from wrong, but they adults understood. The one who suffered the most now was Master Song. They were not as arrogant as the prefect's family, and the young masters and young ladies would have to go to school here in the future. After thinking it over again and again, they picked up the young masters and put them back in their seats, then bent down and cleaned up.

Bai Zhu, who was fetching water in the yard outside the house, was stunned when he heard this. Will the young lady get angry?

He didn't even bother to fetch half a bucket of water and hurried to school.

The young lady followed the children to pick up the books on the ground. Her thin and busy figures made her feel distressed. She took out the mop from the bucket and began to wipe the blood and spilled ink on the ground.

The school was almost cleaned up. Song Yanjin sat down tiredly on the grass in the lecture hall, looking at the silent children below, but his mind was thinking quickly about how to deal with it when the headmaster came.

The original owner taught peacefully under the care of his third uncle, who was his only support in the academy. However, accidents happen. Last autumn, the remnants of the former dynasty's foreign king invaded. He died while trying to protect his wife and children, the eldest princess and Xia Ziyan.

The eldest princess looked down on the Song family and ignored her from then on. The evil-minded people in the academy found out this and no longer had any concerns, and they began to bully and target their superiors in everything.

How could a little girl like her survive in this den of wolves?

Song Yanjin sighed and let the children read by themselves. She picked up a book and flipped through it, feeling anxious. Before she traveled through time, she loved reading novels in her spare time and stayed up all night to read them. She was also reborn, so why didn't she have any golden fingers?

[Ding, the system has been activated]

[Xia Dynasty successfully loaded the game! ]

[Points +5000]

The mind whizzed a few times, and finally a transparent screen was formed. A baby voice came, "Hello host~ I am Xiaoyou, congratulations on becoming the 2356th host of the Encyclopedia System, unlocking another dynasty that has disappeared. The host collects the humanities knowledge, local customs and folk customs of this dynasty, and the flower and grass files that are not in the system will get corresponding points. The points can be exchanged for any item in the mall. The more points you have, the higher the level of the mall cabinet will be unlocked. Every time you unlock a level, you will be randomly rewarded with a gift bag! ]

Song Yanjin's eyes widened, and she looked at the book "Thousand Character Classic" in her hand curiously, turning the pages to read carefully. It was just an ordinary book?

Then she smiled bitterly, maybe God couldn't bear it, and pitied her to have to experience a miserable life, so he gave her a consolation prize.

"Master Song, look at what you have done. You can't even take care of a bunch of kids. Lishan Academy doesn't want to keep idle people."

Before he could say "person", Ouyang Yun came in with a dark face and a hint of embarrassment on his face.

The children in the school were sitting neatly together. The person in the classroom with a handkerchief on his forehead looked over. He was frightened by his hideous and miserable appearance.

The two stewards behind him scanned the school, which was clean and tidy, and could not find any faults. They looked at the orange-dressed maid behind them with unhappy eyes, and told her something completely different.

Song Yanjin stared at the headmaster Ouyang Xun, who was a black-hearted man in sheep's clothing. The original owner was brought to Lishan Academy by her third uncle since she was a child. She followed her uncle to read poetry and books since she was a child. In this era when women could also become officials, her talent was definitely enough to get her a place on the imperial examination.

However, she didn't expect that the headmaster in front of her had secretly made an appointment with the original owner's father, Song Yilang, to drink for a few times, and then decided to let her teach in the girls' class of Lishan Academy, thus ruining her career in the imperial examination.

She could have taught in the girls' class and had many students all over the world, but since her third uncle passed away, she has been transferred to the kindergarten class which is now difficult to discipline.

Now that she thought about it, the black-hearted headmaster kept her in the academy as a teacher just to curry favor with his uncle, the prince consort. Now that the biggest backer of Lishan Academy had fallen, she had lost her value, and all kinds of suppression were aimed at forcing her to leave on her own.

Song Yanjin stood up and clasped his fists perfunctorily, "Shanzhang, what does the academy not support? Idle people?"

He looked at Manager Zhang with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Waste?"

How could he scold her in front of the children in the school? Ouyang Xun put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked out of the school to the yard.

Song Yanjin supported Bai Zhu and followed. She wanted to see what else the headmaster had to say.

After the people came out, Ouyang Yun began to punish them, "Master Song, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but none of the other four female masters in the academy are like you who cause trouble for me every other day."

When the wall fell, everyone pushed it. In the end, it became her fault. She smiled silently, "Shanzhang is very clear. It takes two hands to clap. It is biased to say that I caused the trouble."

At a glance, this little girl is very eloquent and every word she says makes sense.

He stroked his goatee and gave her an ultimatum, "The kindergarten class is your last chance. If you can't discipline her well..."

Before he could finish his words, the little girl closed her eyes and fainted.

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