Minecraft players are invading the worlds.

But now that they are standing on the podium, looking at the longing eyes of those people, how can they violate their professional ethics and give up so easily?

"Absurd, utterly absurd."

Fang Weilan laughed in exasperation, stood up from her chair, walked to the window, looked at the elementary school students having physical education class on the playground, and sighed helplessly.

"A group of fake NPCs created by computer code and algorithms, a group of data models that don't even have physical bodies, and they actually treat those things as their real students?"

"Even to the point of sacrificing sleep to teach those data?"

"A fake student in a game... these young people are really crazy..."

As a decisive and efficient academic affairs director, she should have taken strong measures, using assessments and discipline to restrain them.

However, when she recalled how Xia Qianqian and the other young girls had argued with her with red eyes and extremely agitated expressions in the office a couple of days ago, a hint of hesitation arose in her heart.

That wasn't a sophistry about indulging in frivolous pursuits; it was a heartfelt fervor, a passion akin to a mission.

"What kind of game could possibly captivate these usually serious and responsible teachers like this?"

Fang Weilan sighed deeply and decided to temporarily put aside the complicated administrative documents at hand and let her mind clear up a bit.

She picked up her phone from the corner of the table, skillfully unlocked the screen, and opened the Douyin short video app.

As the screen lit up, the system algorithm instantly and accurately pushed a video.

Fang Weilan had only glanced at it casually at first, but when her eyes fell on the data statistics on the right side of the screen, she was instantly stunned, her fingertips hovering above the screen for a long time without falling.

Likes: 500,000.

Number of comments: 700,000.

"This proportion..."

A hint of shock flashed in Fang Weilan's eyes, which had been slightly tired.

On short video platforms, the ratio of likes to comments is usually huge, and a video that can reach 500,000 likes is undoubtedly a hit.

The staggering 700,000 comments indicate that the video's content has resonated strongly and sparked a frenzy of discussion.

The video is still buffering, and there is only one line of white text on the black cover.

The Academic Affairs Office of Asheria cordially invites you.

Driven by curiosity, Fang Weilan did not immediately click play, but instead habitually opened the comment section below first.

What came into view was not the usual witty jokes, but heartfelt words filled with intense emotion.

[It's so touching. I'm a grown man in my thirties, and I cried while watching it under the covers. Looking into the eyes of these game characters, I felt like they were real people. That thirst for knowledge is something that can't be acted out.]

Indeed, I don't know why, even though my rational mind tells me it's just a virtual game made up of code and textures, I was still deeply moved. If it were real, I would be willing to go and teach there.

However, what truly made Fang Weilan's scalp tingle were the remarkably consistent comments that were prominently displayed at the top of the trending comments section.

Wang Hai, from the No. 1 Primary School in the capital, has applied to join the Academic Affairs Team of Aishilia!

[Shi Lei from Shanghai No. 3 High School has applied to join the Academic Affairs Team of Aishilia!]

……

Fang Weilan's fingers trembled slightly as she swiped the screen.

Looking at the rows of applications bearing the names of real schools, including some from backbone teachers of nationally renowned key primary and secondary schools, her brain went through a brief freeze.

"What exactly is going on?"

Fang Weilan's brows furrowed tightly, filled with doubt.

"What exactly is this Aishilia Teaching Affairs Group? Is it a newly established national organization providing educational support in some remote mountainous area?"

"Is this a charity event launched by some large charitable foundation? Why is it that even though it's labeled as a game video, it can attract so many genuine educators who are willing to do anything to join?"

Filled with astonishment and doubt, Fang Weilan took a deep breath, left the comments section, and clicked the play button on the video.

The image on the screen lit up.

Accompanied by a soft piano prelude, a gentle, clear female voice slowly rang out in the quiet office.

"This is our classroom..."

The image shows a spacious house built from logs and smooth stone.

"These students are all human beings that our players rescued from the front lines when they were fighting monsters in a bloody battle."

The gentle female voice continued to narrate, her tone tinged with pity.

"They were once slaves, wanderers, they had never read a book, they couldn't even write their own names, and their knowledge of the world was completely blank."

"After being rescued and brought to our territory, we established this school and began teaching them to read and write..."

As the narration gradually faded away, the video's audio recording was entirely handed over to the ambient sounds of the scene.

"Knowledge!"

"Survive! Survive!"

A series of reading voices, though slightly stiff and uneven in pronunciation, quietly echoed in the empty schoolroom.

As the camera zoomed in, Fang Weilan could see the students clearly.

At this moment, the camera switched to the direction of the podium.

A female teacher is standing in front of the stone slab.

She put down her pen, turned around, looked gently at the dozens of students below, and asked softly.

"Students, tell me loudly, why are you sitting here? Why are you studying so hard?"

The classroom fell silent for a moment, then a mix of rough and childish voices filled the room.

"To build our Asheria!"

A burly man, his face flushed, roared.

"In order to survive and not be eaten by those monsters again."

"To repay you, our teachers, for your tireless efforts in teaching us."

An old man stood up shakily and bowed deeply.

The female teacher on the podium nodded, her voice, though soft, was firm and resolute.

"What you say is all correct, but you must remember that knowledge is the foundation of everything. When we have knowledge, we have the power to change our destiny."

Chapter 172 I Don't Know Dreams

"With this power, we can transform this devastated landscape into the home we've always dreamed of."

The video transitions for the first time here.

The setting has changed from a noisy classroom to a quiet corner of a campsite.

In front of the camera stands a little boy who has just been brought back to the Eshilia base. He is covered in dirt and his eyes are filled with fear and numbness.

The gentle female voice asked softly.

"Little friend, what's your name? What's your dream?"

The little boy flinched, shook his head blankly, and spoke in a voice barely audible.

"I have no name, and I don't know what a dream is."

"So what do you want to do most right now?"

The little boy answered instinctively.

"I want to eat my fill. I'll do anything as long as I'm not hungry."

A barely audible sigh came from the voice-over.

"Yes, I promise you will be able to eat your fill every day from now on."

The scene shifted again like ripples on water.

It's still the same angle of the camera, and it's still that little boy.

But by this time, the grime on his body had been washed away, and he had changed into a well-fitting and clean linen shirt.

His face no longer bore that numbness, but instead radiated the bright and innocent smile that belonged to someone his age.

He was chasing a simple ball made of animal hide in the square with a group of boys of similar age.

Seemingly noticing the camera, the little boy stopped and ran in front of the lens, his eyes sparkling.

The gentle female voice asked again with a smile.

"Zheng Tian, ​​what about now? What are your dreams now?"

Without any hesitation, the little boy turned around abruptly, pointed at the deep blue sky of the wasteland, and shouted with all his might.

"I want to fly. My older brother said that as long as we learn a lot, we can build a big spaceship. I want to fly into the sky and conquer that sky."

Next, the video enters a fast-paced montage flashback with increasingly rousing music.

Countless faces that were once lost flashed before the camera, and countless dreams that were once unthinkable were spoken aloud.

"I want to be the best chef in Asheria, so that everyone can enjoy delicious roasted meat."

"I want to become a brave adventurer and explore the world beyond the mountains."

These sounds intertwined.

In the last ten seconds of the video, the screen gradually darkened, leaving only a beam of light shining on a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a clean long dress.

Her eyes were as clear as a spring, her hands were tightly clasped in front of her, she seemed a little nervous, but her tone was unusually firm.

"I want to teach."

The girl blurted it out.

In the voice-over, the woman's voice clearly paused for a moment before asking softly.

"Why? The outside world is so big, don't you want to go and see it?"

The girl shook her head, her gaze fixed on the camera, as if she were looking at everyone in the real world through the screen.

"Teacher Jin, you are all working so hard. I see you worrying about our textbooks late into the night every day."