The very next morning, Duan Mingyuan headed to the classroom.
As a new teacher, he felt unprecedented pressure.
"I remember the academy explicitly forbids Mohawk hairstyles."
Glancing around the room, the classroom was so colorful that Duan Mingyuan almost thought he had entered a den of delinquents.
"Rest assured, Teacher Mingyuan, these are wigs!"
The Chess Institute's second senior brother Jiang Wen stood up and answered, and to prove he wasn't lying, he even removed his wig in front of Duan Mingyuan.
"Who taught you all this?"
Duan Mingyuan always felt his students were straying off course; real combat had nothing to do with being street thugs.
"We unanimously believe that to change our current lives, we must start by changing our image!"
Jiang Wen's words were powerful, eliciting nods of agreement from the other students.