After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

Langya Village, the newly completed "Wanxiang Academy" Phase I project - is actually just three red brick and tile houses that have just been whitewashed.

"That's the character for 'person'! Not 'eight'! You who drew the turtle! Stand up!"

Inside the classroom, the second brother, Qin Mo, held a ruler in his hand, his usual composed demeanor long gone.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, which were askew from anger, and looked down at the group of village kids below, who were sitting and standing haphazardly, some even taking off their shoes and picking at their toes. The veins on his forehead throbbed.

These aren't students! They're clearly a bunch of wild monkeys that just came down from the mountain!

"Master! I can't hold it in anymore! I need to pee!"

"Master! Er Gou stole my dried sweet potatoes!"

"Master! This book is awful (chewing on the corner of the book)!"

this is the truth.

Although the Qin family repaired roads and waived tuition fees, most of the children sent by villagers were mischievous kids whose families found them troublesome and sent them there to earn a living.

Making them recite classical Chinese phrases is worse than killing them.

"What's all this noise about! Shut up!" Qin Mo took a deep breath, trying to use his scholarly authority to quell the disturbance.

Unfortunately, it's like a scholar arguing with a soldier—you can't reason with them. These unruly kids weren't afraid of this well-mannered "pretty boy" at all.

Just then, the light at the doorway dimmed.

"Second Brother, are you tired? I made some mung bean soup, come and rest for a while." Su Wan walked in carrying a food box. Today she was wearing a simple, moon-white long dress. Walking in the noisy classroom, she was like a white lotus flower that had accidentally fallen into a muddy pond, so pure that it was breathtaking.

The whole class fell silent for a second. But the next second, the toughest boy in the last row, nicknamed "Tiger," suddenly rolled his eyes.

"Hey! It's that pretty lady!" Tiger was the son of the butcher at the edge of the village, and he was used to being domineering and tyrannical.

To show off his "power," he jumped up from his seat and rushed towards Su Wan without a care: "Sister! Give me a sip! I'm dying of thirst!"

Covered in mud and with dirty hands that had just caught a toad, he was about to pounce on Su Wan's snow-white dress!

"Ah!" Su Wan exclaimed in surprise, instinctively trying to dodge, but the road was too narrow, and she was about to be hit head-on!

Qin Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to throw down his book and rush over.

"boom--!!!"

A loud crash! The classroom's wooden door was kicked away! It really flew away! The thick door panel drew an arc in the air and slammed against the wall with a loud bang, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

A towering figure, as imposing as a mountain, with a chilling aura, blocked the entrance.

It's the third brother, Qin Meng.

He had just finished work at the construction site and was shirtless; his bare upper body had a striking bronze color.

His bulging muscles looked like they were carved from granite, glistening with beads of sweat that shimmered in the sunlight.

Especially those scars all over his body—these were medals he earned fighting against wolves to protect his home, ferocious yet wild to the extreme!

"Who?" Qin Meng's voice was deep, like a lion whose territory had been invaded, a dangerous growl emanating from his throat.

"Who dares to touch my sister-in-law?"

The brat named Tiger, halfway there, abruptly stopped the car. Looking at the monster in front of him, a monster that seemed capable of crushing him with one hand, his legs trembled with fear. "I...I just wanted a sip of soup..."

"Soup?" Qin Meng sneered. He strode in, each step making a loud thud on the ground.

The intense, aggressive scent of male hormones instantly filled the entire classroom, scaring the little kids who had been picking their toes just moments before into shrinking into quails.

Qin Meng walked up to Su Wan and stood like a mountain behind her. Then, he stretched out his large, fan-like hand and grabbed Hu Zi by the back of his collar.

"Lift!" With a low shout, the chubby little guy, weighing just over 100 pounds, was lifted into the air with one hand as if he were a chick!

"Wow—! Let me go! My dad's a butcher! My dad has a pig-slaughtering knife!" Tiger kicked wildly in mid-air, crying in fear.

"A butcher's knife?" Qin Meng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

With his other hand, he casually grabbed a red brick from the podium (which was used to weigh down books).

"Crack—!" His five fingers closed. The hard red brick was like tofu in his hands, instantly crushed into powder! Red dust fell from between his fingers.

The brats who were just yelling a moment ago now had their eyes bulging out of their sockets, and they even forgot to breathe.

Is this a human hand?! It's clearly a pair of pliers!

"Listen carefully." Qin Meng brought his face close to the terrified Hu Zi, his eyes fierce like a wolf's: "In this academy, there are only rules, not butcher knives."

"Dare to disrespect the Master? I'll make sure you come in standing and leave lying down."

"How dare you disrespect my sister-in-law..."

His voice suddenly lowered, revealing a chilling ruthlessness: "I'll hang you on a flagpole and dry you into jerky!"

After saying that, he strode to the window and swung his arm. "Whoosh—" Tiger was thrown out!

It was hung precisely on the branch of that old, crooked tree outside the window!

"Waaaaah! Help! I'm afraid of heights!" Tiger's pitiful cries came from outside the window.

The classroom was completely silent. Everyone sat up straight, hands on their knees, not daring to even breathe.

This is called—using physical means to subdue people.

Su Wan stood behind Qin Meng, looking at his broad and solid back, and the latissimus dorsi muscles that trembled slightly as he exerted force.

It makes me feel so safe. Is this the aesthetics of violence?

"Third brother," she called softly.

Qin Meng, who had just been looking fierce, froze upon hearing the voice. He turned around, and his previous menacing aura vanished instantly. In its place, he looked like a naive boy who had done something wrong and was afraid of being scolded by his parents.

He scratched the back of his head, his face flushing red all the way to his neck: "Sister-in-law... was I too fierce?"

"I just saw that kid trying to run you over, and in my panic I..."

"Not fierce." Su Wan stepped forward, took out a handkerchief, and stood on tiptoe.

Qin Meng immediately bent down obediently and brought his big head close to her face, like a big wolfhound begging to be petted.

Su Wan wiped the sweat from his forehead, her eyes gentle: "Third brother did the right thing. Reasoning with these brats is useless; we have to teach them what 'respect' means."

She turned around, looked at the group of trembling students below, and a kind smile appeared on her lips: "Now that everyone has calmed down, let's start the first lesson."

"To learn about people, one must first learn about the people; to stand upright, one must first establish oneself."

"Starting today, every morning, we'll begin with an hour of military training with Third Master Qin!"

……

Fifteen minutes later. On the playground.

"Stand up straight! Anyone who dares to move!" Qin Meng, holding a pointer (willow branch), patrolled the ranks.

Those unruly kids from just moments ago are now standing ramrod straight under the blazing sun. Their legs are trembling and they're sweating profusely, but not one of them dares to move an inch.

Because the ruthless person who hung the tiger cub on the tree was watching right there!

"Sister-in-law, is this really going to work?" Qin Meng walked up to Su Wan and asked in a low voice. He looked at the blanket Su Wan was holding, completely bewildered. He understood standing at attention, but what was she doing with a blanket in this sweltering heat?

"This is called tidying up your living quarters." Su Wan placed the quilt on a wooden bed (which she had specially moved to the demonstration platform on the playground).

"If you want to cultivate patience, you have to start by making your bed."

She looked at Qin Meng and beckoned: "Third brother, come and be my assistant."

"Hey!" Qin Meng quickly ran over.

"Watch closely." Su Wan stood by the bed, her expression focused. "Three parts folding, seven parts shaping." She bent down, placed her hands on the fluffy quilt, and began to press it down firmly.

As she bent over... Su Wan was wearing a fitted long dress today.

As she bent over, her already slender waist was accentuated with a breathtaking curve. Her pert buttocks jutted out slightly, forming a perfect S-curve. Her long hair cascaded down, revealing half of her snow-white nape.

Standing behind her, Qin Meng's gaze was fixed on... that spot that made one's blood boil.

"Gulp." Qin Meng's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He felt like he hadn't even sweated this much while carrying bricks at the construction site, but now he felt like he was being roasted over a fire.

"Third brother, hold down this end of the blanket." Su Wan's voice came.

"Huh? Oh! Oh!" Qin Meng hurriedly reached out and pressed down on the corner of the blanket.

Their hands inevitably touched. Su Wan's hands were cool and soft. Qin Meng's hands were hot and hard, with bulging veins on the back of his hands.

"Fold it over here...press it flat..." Su Wan explained while adjusting Qin Meng's gestures.

She was almost half-lying on the bed, leaning forward to reach the other side.

Smooth. Smooth. Fragrant.

The sensation in that instant was like an electric current, shooting straight through Qin Meng's skull from his arm! All the muscles in his body tensed up to the extreme, like a fully drawn bow!

"What are you looking at! Close your eyes!" Qin Meng suddenly roared at the students below! His voice was filled with anger and embarrassment, and also with a strong sense of possessiveness!

The students below were startled and quickly closed their eyes. They thought: "Has Third Master gone mad? We were looking at the blankets!"

But... if this bed were inside a room... if those little hands that were pressing the blanket were pressing on his back...

"Fold...folded it!" Qin Meng hurriedly folded the quilt, not caring whether it was a perfect square or not; it was just a neat, square lump anyway.

"Sister-in-law, I...I'll go check if that kid hanging in the tree is dead!"

After saying that, this strong man who could lift a 100-pound strongman with one hand actually fled in panic as if he were being chased by a ghost.

That bronze-colored back was as red as a boiled shrimp. Especially the base of his ears, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Su Wan looked at the quilt, which was barely a cube, and then at Qin Meng's disheveled back, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

[Beep! Detecting a "pure-hearted beast" being attracted!]

[Target: Qin Meng (Third Brother). Status: Extremely protective + Overloaded with overthinking (runs away shyly)!]

[Heartbeat Value: +600! Rewards: [Special Forces Training Manual (Simplified Version)] + [Unlimited Iced Watermelon]!]

Su Wan dusted off her hands and turned to look at the group of students who were still trembling with their eyes closed. "Alright, open your eyes."

She pointed to the slightly crooked "tofu block" folded blanket: "See? From now on, if you don't fold your blanket like this every morning, you won't be allowed to eat."

"And..." She pointed to Tiger, who was still wailing in the tree: "Anyone who dares to disrespect the Master again will suffer the consequences."

"Did you understand?"

"We...we understand!" A group of unruly children nodded frantically. This is terrifying! This isn't an academy; it's a den of wolves!