Fang Bai felt that his life was wonderful, with students all over the world and students all over the country.

Last month, when I went to Beijing, a richest student specially booked the Great Wall and asked him to dance square dance alone on it.

A few days ago, when I went to Sanya, a student of a leader specifically blocked the entire coastline and let him walk his birds alone by the sea.

Yesterday, a singer student held a concert and he went up to sing the song "The Old Driver Takes Me", which shocked the audience and attracted everyone to cheer.

It can be said that top figures from all walks of life are his students.

As an excellent people's teacher, Fang Bai was filled with emotion. It was really worth it to be a teacher like this. After all, few people can do such a dream.

After rubbing his eyes, Fang Bai yawned.

The dreamer, the familiar face...

As a major undergraduate graduate from Normal University, this mortal world is an ordinary dust that cannot be more ordinary. Fang Bai’s dream is to have many students all over the world, just like Confucius, with 30 million disciples, and there are statues of him everywhere.

Leave a name forever and will last forever.

It’s not in vain that I’ve been in this world!

Actually, he also knew that he was thinking about rainbow farts.

In this era, how could it be like Confucius? No matter how dazzling or shines in this era, it will become the dust in history and is at most recorded in history books...

So it's just a dream.

Fang Bai, who woke up in the morning, was still savoring the dream last night. He was full of peaches and plums, and he danced square dance on the Great Wall... He yawned and picked up his cell phone.

Um?

Fang Bai was a little confused. What the hell is this rice that was bitten by someone?

Could it be that Mr. Lei has acquired Jobs' Apple and created a rice brand mobile phone in two-in-one?

【Almighty Teacher System has been started】

【The parallel world has been completely constructed】

【Novice reward package is distributed】

【Countdown】

【five!】

【Four!】

【three!】

【two!】

【one!】

[Rewards are distributed!]

【Get Master Video Production Technology】

【Get Grandmaster Martial Arts】

【Get the song "Horse City"】

[Rewards are paid]

What the hell?

Fang Bai shook his head hard, but the next moment, everything in the room was changing. What shocked Fang Bai the most was the change in his phone.

The penguin's icon turns into a dog, turns into dd.

WeChat suddenly turned into a cloud called Yunxin.

...

Open the browser and the web page I visited yesterday is not closed yet.

The problem is that he doesn’t know the teacher. Although it is still so convex, it means he doesn’t know him!

Back to the homepage, the omnipotent Duma has also become ten degrees, is it shrinking?

"Zhang Yi will remake the East Travels and is expected to be released next summer."

"Lin Junlun's new song "Jiangbei" dominated all music charts."

"The queen of the sky, Lu Lingxue, was caught in a plastic surgery storm."

"The Legend of Dragon Sword will be remade into a TV series, starring the popular young actor Long Ge."

Fang Bai took a deep breath. What was going on? Didn’t he just have a dream?

Then it is bound by the system?

Doesn't this mean...

He is going to develop?

A brand new world, a brand new world based on the original world.

Fang Bai narrowed his eyes. Wouldn't this mean that as long as he copy a random novel, he could become the supreme god?

Just sing a song and you can become Jay Fang and Eason Fang?

If you attract a few more people, get a investment, and make a few well-known and popular movies, wouldn’t you become a world-class director in minutes?

Fang Bai touched his chin.

Don’t think about being a waste. He is not a professional. He really thinks he is the protagonist of the omnipotent little white article?

As long as the plot requires it, you can learn and learn?

Taking the elevator downstairs, Fang Bai left the door.

Walking on the street, looking at all the unfamiliar things on the street, the rice cell phone that was bitten, the surrounding scenery has not changed much. Even the celebrities in the advertisement do not recognize them, maybe because they were wearing clothes...

The merchant shop played all kinds of nice songs, but he had never heard of a single song.

But there is no difference between girls on the street.

The ones that should be exposed are still exposed.

Fang Bai still feels very friendly to this. After all, in the original world, there are still quite a lot of young ladies like this, especially in Xiangcheng in this summer.

That short skirt is so white... no, it looks so beautiful!

While watching and walking along the way, Fang Bai also bought a breakfast on the road, and watched while eating and walking.

Oh, why are these girls just like this... Why are they wearing safety pants? It's really, aren't they still afraid that people will not be able to see them!

Just be careful of those villains with bad intentions, but I didn’t expect that even a gentleman like me would be careful!

Fang Bai took a vicious bite of the bun in his hand.

Humph, if you don’t look at it, you won’t look at it. What’s so good about it? It’s just black!

It doesn't take long to walk from residence to school.

After a while, Fang Bai came to a rather generous school. On the left side of the school, he carved with a huge piece of granite: Hope High School.

This is where Fang Bai goes to work, and I hope middle school.

After greeting the guard at the door with a smile, Fang Bai walked into the school, eating the buns in his hand, and then looked at the familiar school in front of him.

This school... Fang Bai spent the first half of his life in this school.

I was walking slowly, and now it should be time for morning reading, so I can go and take a look.

I went up a staircase and came to the door of a class.

The class that was supposed to be very lively was silent at this time, as if it was being muted. Not only was there no sound, but the atmosphere was a little dull.

There should have been a morning reading teacher on the podium in the classroom, but the morning reading teacher was not there at this time...

Fang Bai: "???"

He stuffed all the buns into his mouth in two seconds. Fang Bai walked into the class with a hint of doubt and came to the podium.

After seeing someone come in, the students in the classroom raised their heads one after another.

"Teacher Fang...Mr. Fang."

The students in the front row had red eyes, while the students in the back row seemed a little cold and even a little irritable.

Fang Bai tried hard to swallow the bun and almost choked.

Fortunately, the student in the front row gave him a bottle of water.

"Oh..."

Fang Bai let out a long sigh, then took another sip of water: "What's wrong? In the early morning, why are they all as sad as their dead son?"

"Puchi!"

The female students in the front row were originally a little sad, but when they heard Teacher Fang say this, they immediately burst into laughter.

"Teacher Fang..."

"It was Mu Ying who had a conflict with the English teacher."

The students explained to Fang Bai in a verbal way.
Chapter completed!