Super Teacher

0"Uncle!" Zhang Zihao howled. He couldn't hold back anymore as tears began to flow down his face.    2

    

Zhang Tianyang hugged Zhang Tianwang's corpse with a weird smile on his face. His eyes were already red. "Thank you for raising Zihao for me for so many years. We will be brothers again in our next lives."    

    

Zhang Tianyang stood up and walked in a certain direction with his brother's body in his arms.    

    

His steps felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, but his thoughts flew back to ten-odd years ago …    

    

"Dad, why did you let big brother manage the Killer's Home and not me?" The young Zhang Tianwang was very angry, "Which part of me is worse than brother?"    

    

Zhang Tianyang patted Zhang Tianwang's head and said with a smile, "Bro, don't get too excited. You can't do anything big with your impatience. Let me handle this hard work."    

    

Seeing the two brothers arguing non-stop, Zhang Xinze laughed dryly: "How about this, you two draw lots, whoever draws the shorter one will have to compete in Killer's Home."    

    

Zhang Xinze put the two bamboo sticks into a black bag and had the brothers reach their hands inside to draw the lots.    

    

"One, two, three!" The two of them simultaneously took out a bamboo stick and looked at each other.    

    

On the surface, the two bamboo sticks looked the same length, but no one could tell which one was the longer.    

    

"Brother, it's my bamboo stick that's short." Zhang Tianwang put down the bamboo stick that he broke quietly on the table and looked at his brother with pride.    

    

"That's not right." Zhang Tianyang smiled, "It's my bamboo stick that's shorter."    

    

Zhang Tianyang placed his bamboo stick next to Zhang Tianwang's bamboo stick. Sure enough, Zhang Tianyang's bamboo stick was shorter.    

    

"How is this possible?" Zhang Tianwang frowned with a look of disbelief on his face.    

    

He had clearly already folded the bamboo stick as short as possible. How could his brother make the bamboo stick shorter?    

    

What he was sure of was that the bamboo sticks his father had given them were actually the same length, it depended on who could make the bamboo sticks shorter in the shortest amount of time.    

    

Obviously, he lost, but he didn't know how his brother did it.    

    

So the Killer's Home ended up in Zhang Tianyang's hands and was managed by Zhang Tianyang.    

    

Zhang Tianwang was unconvinced. After his father left, he stopped his brother: "Brother, how did you do that?"    

    

"Actually, shortening the rod isn't the best method." Zhang Tianyang smiled as he picked up the bamboo stick. Holding it in his hand, he squeezed with force.    

    

The next moment, the bamboo sticks in Zhang Tianyang's hands all turned into powder.    

    

"My Heavens …" Zhang Tianwang finally realized where he lost, and sincerely admitted: "Bro, I'm not married, and I don't have any children. Why don't you let me manage Killer's Home?"    

    

"It is because you are not married and have no children that I cannot allow you to live in darkness for the rest of your life." Zhang Tianyang looked at his brother seriously, "I already have children, so I don't have any regrets. One of us has to live in the sun. I am the elder brother, and the darkness is naturally up to me. You found a woman you like and married, had kids, and took good care of Zihao and Zili for me.    

    

"Brother …" Zhang Tianwang looked at his brother with reluctance, "Am I never going to see my brother again?"    

    

"No." Zhang Tianyang said, "Don't worry, we brothers will meet again one day."