My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 78

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But the principal had simply said, "Sure, teaching through joy is great—but only when students have options. Our students? They come from regular families. They've spent twelve years grinding for this one shot at the college entrance exam to change their fate. Tell me—am I really wrong for choosing this path?"

Classic principal move—talk like that and make you doubt everything.

Qiao Chun still didn't agree with it, but... he couldn't refute it either.

So, to make his predicted exam questions more accurate, Qiao Chun started spending most of his time analyzing past test papers.

Right before the college entrance exam, he was feeling super confident—he even predicted the essay topic and spent tons of time drilling his students on how to write it.

But when the actual exam was over and he saw the real essay question...

Dude was stunned. The real prompt and the one he had prepped were from completely different galaxies.

That day, Qiao Chun literally slapped himself a few times out of sheer frustration. He didn't sleep properly for days after.

But that still wasn't the worst of it.

The real blow came after the results were released.

One of his students—someone he knew well—jumped off a building because she didn't score well.

He remembered her clearly. Her strong suit was Chinese language; everything else was just average. If she had done well in Chinese, she could've easily gotten into a decent university.

But this time? Her Chinese score was twenty points lower than usual.

And those missing twenty points... were enough to end a life.

When Qiao Chun heard the news, his brain just blanked out. His first instinct? Blame himself. Entirely.

If he hadn't predicted the wrong thing... maybe that student would still be alive.

He remembered seeing the girl's parents, sobbing and screaming, nearly breaking down in front of the school building. And he? He just stood there, like a coward.
He couldn't even bring himself to say it was his fault.

Because it was his fault. All of it.
That thought dug in and never left.

Suddenly, his heart seized in pain. As he blacked out, he saw people crowding around, voices buzzing—but he didn't catch a single word. He fell into darkness.

And when he woke up again, he was already dead.

He didn't remember who he was anymore. Just that he had been a teacher.
He needed students.
He had to find his students...

Jiang Yiqing glanced over his shoulder and saw Du Xinliang wiping away tears.

"What are you crying for?"

"I—I didn't mean to..." the teenager mumbled, cheeks flushed bright red. Clearly embarrassed.

Ah yes, the teenage pride stage—crying but pretending not to.

Jiang Yiqing, already on edge from Qiao Chun's nonstop ghostly sobbing, pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Alright, enough already. This wasn't all your fault. Even if she'd gotten those extra twenty points, it probably wouldn't have changed anything."

Still sniffling, Qiao Chun ignored him.

Sighing, Jiang Yiqing pulled out his phone, looked up the old scores, and turned the screen toward the ghost.

"See that? Even with those twenty points, it wouldn't have been enough for that school. She probably didn't do well in her other subjects either."

He shook his head again.

This whole thing... it wasn't how it was supposed to be.
All that pressure, all that belief that one exam could determine your whole life—it was messed up.

Like, sure, the college entrance exam is important. But bombing one test doesn't mean your life's over.
Unfortunately, that idea's buried deep in the system.

"You're a teacher," Jiang Yiqing said bluntly, "you've got thousands of students over the years. Are you seriously gonna blame yourself every time one of them messes up?"

Qiao Chun didn't respond. Still crying. Still lost in his guilt spiral.

Jiang Yiqing finally had enough.

He grabbed the teaching stick nearby and bonked it right on Qiao Chun's head.
"STOP CRYING! You're giving me a headache!"

The Du family: "......"

Silence.exe has entered the chat.

After the bonk, Qiao Chun finally shut up.

Jiang Yiqing exhaled, rubbing his temples.
"Whatever the case, you can't just keep haunting innocent people like this."

He glanced at Du Xinliang's dark eye circles.

Poor kid looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"I—I didn't even hurt him..." Qiao Chun muttered under his breath. "Besides, if it weren't for me, how would he have made it to first in the entire grade?"

"Emotional trauma doesn't count as harm to you?" Jiang Yiqing narrowed his eyes. "And you're a ghost. You hang around the living long enough, and you really don't know what kind of damage that does?"

Even if Qiao Chun didn't mean any harm, the gloomy energy coming off of him was more than enough to mess with Du Xinliang—
bad luck was just the beginning. Give it time, and it'd start cutting into his lifespan.

"I just want to teach," Qiao Chun hugged a book to his chest, sulking. "If I can't teach, I'd rather just dissipate into nothing."

The Du family went pale again. Sir, why are you clinging to us?!

They nervously peeked over at Jiang Yiqing, terrified he might actually say yes.

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

Nobody told him ghost-catching came with a side quest of emotional support.

Sure, he could just exorcise Qiao Chun on the spot, but one glance at the disheveled middle-aged ghost sulking in a corner, and he clicked his tongue. Fine. Guess he'd just take the L on this one.

"You wanna teach? That's not entirely impossible," Jiang Yiqing said, snapping his fingers as a thought struck him.

Qiao Chun immediately perked up, looking at him all wide-eyed and hopeful.

Which—let's be real—on a scruffy, middle-aged ghost? Creepy as hell.

"But... I can't be around the living," Qiao Chun muttered. "If I have to teach ghosts—no way. I'm not doing it."

Jiang Yiqing: "..."
You've got a lot of opinions for a dead guy. You do realize this is basically ghost racism, right?

But okay—he kinda misunderstood Qiao Chun. It wasn't that he didn't want to teach ghosts. He was just... scared of them.

Yeah. A ghost. Afraid of other ghosts.

Jiang Yiqing clicked his tongue again. "Who says you can't be around the living? There are ways to work around that, you know."

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