I was a successful entrepreneur, but died at the hands of competitors. Fate threw a trick - I did not go to “retirement”, but ended up in the past. The soul moved into the graduate of the pedagogical institute. It’s 1980, and I’m a simple physical education teacher in a Soviet school who has to work for three whole years as assigned. The biology major had her eye on me, the head teacher decided to throw me out of the world, and the front-line director assigned the class manual to me. Where am I and where is pedagogy?! It’s okay, we’ll break through... But the only thing I got was an experimental class - made up of hooligans and second-year students, and the city sports competition was just around the corner. How to put together a team from young scoundrels? Author's notes: First volume here: Wonderful school years ☭☭☭ let's chew tar ☭☭☭ blow up carbide ☭☭☭ counselor fool ☭☭☭ big change ☭☭☭ be prepared ☭☭☭ this will never happen again ☭☭☭The text of the book was translated from the original language using an artificial intelligence program. For the most part, the translation of the text is of very high quality, but in some cases, due to the imperfection of the technology, there may be incorrect phrase translations in the text, as well as single words and expressions may not be translated.