My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 77

Prev | Directory | Next

Madam Du and Du Qinxue were both sitting at the study desk, holding pens and doing test papers. They looked miserable—scratching their heads, totally confused, their faces twisted in pain and frustration. Meanwhile, the ghost stood behind them, spinning a pointer stick in his hand.

He glanced over at one of Du Qinxue's answers, and—whack!—smacked him with the pointer.

Dark energy swirled around the ghost as he shouted, "Du Qinxue! You can't even solve this? This is eighth-grade level! I'm beyond disappointed in you!"

Du Qinxue flinched from the hit, face full of silent suffering. He didn't dare talk back. He had returned all that knowledge to the teacher years ago—how the heck was he supposed to remember any of it now?

After chewing him out, the ghost teacher turned his eyes toward Madam Du's paper. Du Qinxue glanced over in horror—oh no, was his wife gonna get whacked too?

But to his surprise, the ghost teacher nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad. All correct."

Madam Du lifted her chin proudly at that.

Du Qinxue: "..." No way.

Madam Du: What do you mean no way? I helped our son with his homework for years! You didn't do squat. Now look who's getting schooled.

Because she did so well, the ghost teacher focused all his rage on Du Qinxue, smacking him every few minutes with the pointer—not hard enough to injure, but definitely enough to crush a man's soul.

Du Qinxue looked miserable.

And Jiang Yiqing, who had rushed in only to witness this whole mess: "..."

The ghost teacher finally noticed the newcomer and turned his head. His eyes landed on Jiang Yiqing. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Ah, is this the new student?"

"New student my ass," Jiang Yiqing crossed his arms, totally unimpressed. "I'm not letting you be my teacher."

The second he said that, the ghost teacher's whole vibe shifted—his face twisted, expression turning demonic and full of rage. His body began to warp, and he looked like he was ready to eat Jiang Yiqing alive.
"Why?! Why won't you let me be your teacher?!"

Clearly, to him, that was the ultimate form of disrespect.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... look at yourself," Jiang Yiqing said, not fazed in the slightest, like he hadn't even noticed the ghost's monstrous face.
"You seriously don't see what your problem is?"

The ghost teacher froze for a moment at that, dark energy swirling around him pausing mid-air. He looked confused.
"What do you mean, what's wrong with me? I teach just fine."

"Teach just fine?" Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow. "You do realize teaching isn't just about the material anymore, right?"
He pointed straight at the ghost. "Look at you—constantly punishing your students, mood swings all over the place. You're not even close to what a qualified teacher should be."

Then he turned to Du Qinxue, still holding a pen and a crushed soul.
"Student Du Qinxue, would you say I'm wrong?"

Student Du Qinxue: "......"

This was legit the first time he'd ever seen someone roast a ghost in real time.
Then again, this was his first time seeing a ghost at all.

Jiang Yiqing's words actually made the ghost teacher pause. For the first time, he seemed... unsure.

Jiang Yiqing kept going. "That whole 'beat them into submission' method? Super outdated, sir."

"So... I'm not a qualified teacher..." the ghost teacher mumbled, gaze falling to the floor. Something in him twisted again, eyes turning red, body starting to distort.

Madam Du and Du Qinxue could feel the temperature drop again. A piercing wail rang in their ears, and both of them were trembling hard.

"I didn't want this... I never wanted any of this... I failed them... I failed him... It's all my fault!"

The ghost teacher's cries grew louder, harsher, more desperate. His face twisted as he locked eyes with Jiang Yiqing.

"I wanted to be a good teacher! I really did!"

And then—he lunged.

"Master Jiang—!" Madam Du and Du Qinxue both shouted in panic.

But the shout died in their throats the moment they saw what happened next.

Right as the ghost teacher was about to reach Jiang Yiqing, claws just inches away, a talisman slapped right onto his forehead.

The angry black aura around him instantly dissolved. His monstrous face returned to that of an average, middle-aged man. He blinked, stunned.

"Feeling calmer now?" Jiang Yiqing sighed and shook his head. "Told you—your emotional regulation needs serious work."

Ghost teacher: "..."

He stared blankly, and then suddenly broke down sobbing.

"All my fault... it's all my fault..."

Jiang Yiqing, clearly over it, wrinkled his nose.
"Come on. What are you blaming yourself for?"

The ghost teacher was crying because his memories had just come flooding back.

Before this, he'd been lost—just a wandering spirit with no sense of self. The only thing he remembered was being a teacher. Even after death, that identity clung to him. Teaching was all he knew. So when he ended up in the Du house, it was natural for him to "choose" a new student—Du Xinliang.

He was obsessed with anything related to academics. Anytime Du Xinliang slacked off, that invisible fire of rage would burn inside him. The only way to calm it was when the kid actually studied and his grades improved.

He didn't know why it was like that... until just now, when everything came rushing back.

His name had been Qiao Chun. He was a senior-year homeroom teacher, brought into a top school because of how well he taught. And yeah—Qiao Chun was good at what he did. He had pride, and rightfully so.

Things had always gone well for him... until the school decided to shake things up.

A few years before his death, the school went through a reform. They started copying another school's infamous strategy—predicting college entrance exam questions and drilling students with them.

Basically, "exam cramming." The school they copied had seen their college acceptance rates skyrocket because of it.

So of course, Qiao Chun's school got greedy. They changed the curriculum, overhauled teaching styles, and even brought in teachers from that other school to "train" them.

Qiao Chun hated it.

He believed in teaching through inspiration, not turning students into test-taking machines.

Because of this, Qiao Chun had gone straight to the principal, convinced that this new curriculum reform was completely wrong.

All credit goes to the original author
Feel free to pinpoint us if there are any grammar error or typos
Please don't use Guazi's translations to re-translate in other languages

Prev | Directory | Next