"Resistance is futile!" Zhu Yiming certainly had no intention of indulging these wealthy young masters.
When that person first asked him to substitute teach here, he was very reluctant. Why should he, comfortable in the military, suddenly have to come down and become a lousy teacher? But there was no choice, as the other party was too powerful. Moreover, they even used a lousy excuse, claiming that because he was a postdoctoral scholar, he was bound to be an excellent teacher, and thus, the students he taught would not be too bad. Besides, that bunch of naughty children needed someone with strict methods like him to keep them in line.
He truly felt wronged. Who could guarantee that people with high academic qualifications were natural teachers? But what could he do when he couldn't twist an arm stronger than his leg? He could only obediently pack his things and come here.
