“The information displayed inside shows that you’re still in high school, and you also don’t belong to any entertainment company, so what made you think of participating in our talent show?”

Qin Lu opened his eyes and found himself standing right under the spotlight. In front of him sat four people with strong auras and delicate makeup. The tiered pyramid-shaped seats behind them were filled with handsome young boys. Their gazes were all fixated on Qin Lu, watching his performance.

Some fragments of memories quickly flashed in Qin Lu’s mind.

The former film emperor Qin Lu, who died on set due to an accident just a moment ago, was extremely calm.

He dealt with problems accordingly and ended up unintentionally accomplishing great things along the way—

Not only did he debut, he even became one of the most sought-after A-list celebrities in the circle.

Lu Ze, 24 years old, a straight-through bachelor’s and master’s graduate from Peking University, thought he’d become an excellent teacher after graduation.

But…

“Lu Ze, tomorrow you’ll go to No. 3 High School’s Rocket Class as a temporary homeroom teacher. Remember, you’re going undercover. Your mission is to mislead those students.”

To carry out the mission, Lu Ze is forced to make a series of morally questionable moves:

“Our class gets a full weekend off. No morning or evening self-study.”

“Phones are allowed.”

“No dating in front of me.”

“Teachers aren’t allowed to assign any homework.”

“…”

Everything he’s doing is being livestreamed 24/7 on a reality show called Model Teachers.

The show also features rocket classes from two other high schools:

A strict 1980s-born homeroom teacher who enforces discipline with military-like precision.

A 1990s-born homeroom teacher who relies on emotional coaching and daily motivational speeches.

And then there’s Lu Ze, born in the 2000s—who lives by one motto: “Enjoy life while you can.”

At first, no one had any faith in Lu Ze’s class. But…

Two months later…

“Lu Ze, what the h*ll happened? Why did your class do so well on the midterms?”

Lu Ze: “Maybe their foundation was too good. Just wait—by finals, their scores will definitely drop!”

End of the semester…

“Lu Ze, what’s going on?”

Lu Ze: “Hang in there—next semester, their scores will fall for sure.”

One year later…

“LU ZE!!”

Lu Ze: “Don’t worry…”

Many years later…

“You were supposed to go undercover at No. 3 High School—how did you end up as principal?!”