System: Best School Development
Chapter 1: The Arrival of the System

"Teacher Handi, you have to understand the reason for the school, not because the school does not want to take care of you, but this fact makes too much trouble ..."

Looking at the headmaster in front of him with a sad expression, Handi said expressionlessly on her face: "School head, I understand."

"Not that the school does not want to help you, but the parents of other students make a protest to the Ministry of Education, and a notification of criticism from the Ministry of Education. What kind of school are you teaching now? This is a school with quality education! How can you punish students physically?" He shook his head.

"I didn't punish him physically. He played his cell phone in class, and played the game while studying. Can't I confiscate his cell phone? ..." Handi said coldly, when he thought about it he would get even more angry.

"Why did you do it then?" Said the schoolmaster helplessly.

"I confiscated his phone and he was not happy. He cursed and wanted to take it back. He also threw me a book. Because ... I picked up her phone suddenly, without regard to the situation, I pushed her slowly without hurting her. Is that what you call physically punishing students? "

The second part of Handi's words is almost high-pitched. Her soft voice was three times higher than usual. He now felt that he was more harmed than anyone.

Handi, who has just graduated from university, comes to this college high school as an apprentice teacher. Everything's fine. He taught very hard and interesting.

The grades in the class increased sharply. He was praised by the whole school, he became a full-time employee in three months, his salary increased, he became a famous person in the school for a while, and his future brightened.

But he never expected as much as he had just promoted and increased his salary, a transfer student tore his beautiful future into pieces.

When Handi was called to the office by the principal on that day and assigned the student who had been "transferred" from the provincial high school to his class, his heart trembled inexplicably.

Don't talk about the guy who curls his hair, dyes his hair, and his piercing earrings smelling of smoke and tattoos. Handi felt uneasy just because of his expression that underestimated everything. But due to being a good teacher, Handi greeted the boy with a smile and took the initiative to grab and pat him on the shoulder. As a result, the boy slapped Handi in disgust, and Handi was already desperate to slap the look on his face.

After the boy left, the headmaster patted Handi on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "Don't provoke him, just teach him well."

Handi wanted to ask at the time: Why was he assigned to my class?

But think about it, to leave a good impression on the principal and for his own future, Handi smiled and agreed.

As a teacher, Handi always used the words of teacher Matthew "The Spring of the Cattle Class" as her role model. He strives to maintain a good relationship with each student and teach them wholeheartedly, but this transfer student is a hard stump.

Sleeping in class, listening to music with headphones, playing games bluntly in class, always not doing pr, opposing teachers, and intimidating classmates.

Repetitive teaching does not change, without respect. Sandy was helpless at him.

Handi remembers the principal repeatedly tolerating her and closing her eyes, but she doesn't expect the transfer student to get any worse. What was even more terrifying was that since he could not control the transfer students, the other students complained. His grip on the class dropped drastically, and the entire class started to take a bad turn.

When Handi was at school, teachers often said: A piece of rat shit spoils a pot of porridge.

In class that day, Handi was giving a lecture, and the transfer students were playing the game magnificently with their feet on the table, shaking their feet, and even cursing and cursing from time to time.

"Snapped up!"

Sandy slammed the book on the table. He had reached the limit of patience, "Give me his phone!"

But the transfer student just gave him a blank stare and continued to play the game as if he had not heard it.

This caused his mood to break.

Handi did not expect the student to be unreasonable, and even her mother was unreasonable. Sure enough, there will be parent bears behind the cubs.

The transfer student has a family that you have, and his mother goes to the City Ministry of Education, and Handi's career in high school is also over.

"Oh, don't say that." The Headmaster also sighed regretfully, "I've written a letter of recommendation for you and recommended the work for you. This is high school too. If you want to go, you can go. Just bring this letter of recommendation to find another job yourself. "

Handi closed his eyes and squeezed his forehead, the pain in his heart could not be said.

When he left the school, a group of students secretly came to escort him away. The 1.8-meter-old man Pandu cried in silence. He had thought about the direction of countless futures, but he did not expect such a dimly lit path to stand in his way.

"Mr ..." Sandy still could not help her crying. He was just a student who had just entered the society. His complaint could only be told to his family and friends at this time, "I'm leaving."

"What's wrong? Didn't you do it well?"

Handi called and cried as she walked to tell the story.

"Oh, didn't you tell me? Kids today are different than ever. At that time, your mother encouraged your class teacher to beat you up and scold you for educating you, and teaching you through strict discipline. But the times are different, so you have to teach well. Now, if you teach well, it's their business whether they want to learn or not. Teachers teach well, and the business of student value is a personal thing. "

" It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you get fired, go home first son, and then look for it again later."

"Mom, I just want to be a responsible teacher. Am I wrong? "

There was silence at the end of the phone.

"Son, it's not your fault ..."

Handi cried while dragging her suitcase on the street. He walked to the crossroad and waited for the traffic light. Suddenly a car breaks through a red light and collides with a normal truck.

"explosion!"

Handi, with her brain short-circuited, stood on the side of the road in a daze, only to see the car that had deviated from the driving route flying towards her, getting closer ...

In front of me it is dark.

Am I dead?

Handi felt the pain for a moment, no, it was a sharp pain, a sharp pain all over his body, but it only lasted for a short while, no, and after that he could not feel anything.

Driving irregularly, passersby crying. This is really bad luck, can you find something like this while at a traffic light?

Handi didn't know what to say, God, is this going to end?

[Confirm host information ..]

whahuh?

[School development system! ]

and there's more! Is this an illusion of death?

[Binding system ... Binding system works! ]

[Host information is as follows:]

Name: Handi Anugrah

Age: 22

Gender male

Points: 0 points

Principal level: principal of a poor school in a backward mountainous area

Stats of achievement:

Outstanding talent developed: 0

Students who win international awards: 0

Number 1 in the college entrance exam: 0

Students from renowned domestic universities such as UI and ITB: 0

Students from world-renowned schools, Oxford and Cambridge and other foreign schools: 0

[Entering a parallel world ..]

Handi seemed confused, but slowly reacted: I was the same as the plot in the novel, I was chosen by the system?

Wait, what system is this?

School development system!