I Hijacked the Timeline (IHT)

Star City Academy, Combat Class Six.

Standing behind the podium, Feng Qi confidently addressed the students who were listening intently.

With his return to school scheduled for tomorrow, he had spent these past few days alternating between library sessions with Lin Ran and delivering lectures in various academy classes.

Recently, Bai Fusheng had been assigning him one lecture per day to let him experience what it was like to be a teacher. The main goal was for Feng Qi to evaluate whether he was suited for the role.

What Bai Fusheng likely hadn't anticipated was that every lecture Feng Qi delivered would become a massive hit. Attendance was consistently packed to the brim.

Even students from non-combat disciplines had begun showing up to his classes.

Those unable to secure a seat would sit on the floor or lean against the hallway windows to listen. Every student came prepared with a notebook, diligently jotting down notes as they hung on his every word. The classroom atmosphere was rich with a hunger for learning.

The material he covered in class inevitably became the hottest topic of discussion among students later that day.

None of this surprised Feng Qi. After all, the teaching structure he was using was directly lifted from the meticulously designed templates found in the future dream realm database. His method of delivering information was simple, approachable, and easy to digest.

All he had to do was mimic the instructors from the database videos, repeating their explanations and emphasizing the key points they highlighted.

This time, the cultivation technique he shared was Heaven and Earth Meditation, a practice focused on spiritual refinement.

The content was divided into four chapters.

His plan was to deliver the full course across four lessons, guiding Star City Academy students through the entire cultivation method.

Today was the fourth and final lesson.

As the class neared its end, Feng Qi closed his lecture notes and looked out at the attentive students with a smile.

"That wraps up today's lesson. With the completion of the fourth chapter of Heaven and Earth Meditation, we've covered everything. After class, feel free to compare notes with each other to ensure you didn't miss anything important. I'll be leaving the academy for a while starting tomorrow, but I hope we'll meet again when I return."

With that, he turned to leave.

However, before he could step away, a student seated near the front suddenly stood up. The young man looked at Feng Qi with a hopeful expression and spoke up:

"Teacher Feng, I'm a student from the Cultivation Techniques Class Four. My name is Ding Siyuan. These past few days, your lectures have been incredibly enlightening. I've heard that the techniques you teach are ones you've personally developed. I was wondering if, when you have the time, you could give a lecture on your insights into cultivation research. It would mean a great deal to us in the cultivation research program."

Hearing this, Feng Qi was momentarily taken aback.

Students in the cultivation research program were distinct from those in the combat classes. Their primary ambition was to join top research institutes and become cultivation researchers.

This had once been Feng Qi's own goal.

He could easily understand why a student like Ding Siyuan would be eager to learn about his research methods and insights.

For students in the cultivation research program, practicing cultivation techniques was secondary. Their true focus lay in understanding human physiology and crafting entirely new techniques.

In contrast, students in the combat classes approached learning like solving equations with preset formulas. Cultivation research students, on the other hand, aimed to invent entirely new formulas.

Thus, learning the thought processes and insights behind creating new formulas was of immense value to these students.

Faced with Ding Siyuan's request, Feng Qi felt a twinge of awkwardness.

The truth was, his understanding of cultivation research was superficial at best.

Though Wang Jinsheng had once painstakingly nurtured his skills in this area, Feng Qi was still far from being able to independently create a cultivation technique. His expertise was nowhere near the level of these students who had spent years specializing in the field.

To these students, anyone capable of developing new cultivation techniques must have an exceptionally strong grasp of theory. While theoretical knowledge doesn't always translate to practical success, those who succeed in practice are assumed to be theoretical masters.

Naturally, the students assumed that Feng Qi, having created groundbreaking techniques, must possess profound knowledge and unique perspectives on cultivation research.

"Since you're interested, I'll prepare a lecture on cultivation research insights when I return," Feng Qi responded with a smile.

Amid applause from the students, he left the classroom and returned to his dormitory.

Sitting at his desk, Feng Qi added a new item to his notebook:

Next time in the future dream realm, find and copy a foundational course on cultivation research—if you're going to act impressive, do it properly!

He fully understood the risks of his actions.

The more prominent he became, the more likely he was to attract the attention of hidden enemies. Assassinations would be inevitable.

But he had chosen this path and knew he must act boldly and accept the associated risks. His work—copying cultivation techniques from the future to accelerate humanity's progress—had profound, far-reaching effects on civilization. It wasn't something he could abandon.

This, he believed, was why modern society was advancing on his shoulders.

Keeping a low profile in such an endeavor was simply impossible.

His proposal to become a teacher at Star City Academy had factored in these considerations.

Another important reason for this decision was that being a teacher would allow him to secretly foster and organize a group to counter the Crimson Research Institute.

Figures like Lin Ran, Mu Qing, and other contemporary talents he planned to recruit could easily gather around him under the guise of students. To outsiders, it would appear perfectly natural, raising no suspicion.

Teaching also gave him the opportunity to identify promising individuals within Star City Academy. He could nurture and, if necessary, recruit them into his organization.

Being a teacher allowed him to both disseminate knowledge to advance humanity's cultivation practices and secretly establish a resistance force against the Crimson Research Institute.

From every angle, becoming a teacher was one of his best options.

The alternative—becoming the academy's principal and transforming the entire institution into his base of operations—was far less realistic.

Moreover, the academy's robust security offered him significant protection. During his tenure as a teacher, his safety would be considerably higher than if he operated independently in the outside world.

As he contemplated, Feng Qi jotted down a few more ideas in his notebook.

He was leaving Star City Academy the next day to return to his previous school and handle graduation matters.

He found himself curious—what kind of reaction would his best friend, Mo Fei, have when he learned about Feng Qi's acceptance to Star City Academy without an entrance exam?

Galaxy Academy, Principal's Office

Staring at the latest memo from the Tiger Soul Research Institute, Principal Yan Junqing couldn't hide his surprise.

The notice mandated that all schools adopt the institute's newest version of morning cultivation exercises.

First-year students at every academy were required to train exclusively with these new exercises for a month before advancing to core cultivation subjects.

But what caught Yan Junqing's attention most was the personal recommendation at the end of the memo.

"Feng Qi? Only 17 years old?"

"A prodigy in cultivation research like him belongs in Galaxy Academy!"

Resolute, he reached for his phone and quickly dialed a number. Once the call connected, he gave the instruction:

"Draft an advance acceptance letter under my name…"

Similar conversations unfolded in the offices of principals at other prestigious academies.

Feng Qi, immersed in planning his future, remained entirely unaware that he had already become a hot topic among academic circles.

Star City Academy, Principal's Office

Bai Fusheng accepted a memo handed to him by his assistant and sipped his tea while reading it.

When he reached the final section—the personal recommendation—he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Good thing I acted first! Old friends, you're too late!"

But halfway through his laughter, an unsettling thought struck him. He suddenly felt unsure of his hold over Feng Qi. Hastily, he dialed Feng Qi's number.

After a few rings, Feng Qi's voice came through.

"Shi-gong, what's up?"

"Listen, kid. A real man's word is his bond. No matter what temptations the outside world throws at you, you made a promise, and you can't back out now…"

At his desk, pen poised over his notebook, Feng Qi blinked, utterly bewildered.