Teacher by day, Farmer by passion
"Teacher, you won't hit Liu Mei? Why? Did I do something bad?"
"Teacher, did you lose your memories?"
"Teacher, you can hit me if that helps bring them back."
The two kids standing before him were saying things that made absolutely no sense.
But that wasn’t the most shocking part.
Had he really just transmigrated into a new world—just like in those stories he used to read?
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Author's Note
This is a declaration of speech,
I'm but a humble coin-thirsty leech.
This tale may shine as a work of art,
Or be dismissed as a passing fart.
Its heart is comedy, wild and free,
Penned with love and sincerity.
So let the journey come what may—
Castles, spaceships, golden gachapon,
I shall not be swayed by fleeting pay,
Nor tempted by mere mortal—wealth.