Underworld App (5): Have you ever seen a ghost doing live broadcast?

“Mr. Si.” The director naturally withdrew his hand, smiling as he said, “I heard you saved a few of my subordinates tonight. I really appreciate it.”

“It was just a small effort.” Si Qi was quite satisfied with the director’s reaction and got straight to the point: “Before we move on to the next topic, let me prove my identity first.”

The expressions of the many police officers present immediately turned tense. One particularly timid officer, who had feared ghosts since childhood and wouldn’t even dare enter a haunted house, let out a low, miserable whimper, eyes almost brimming with tears.

Another officer gently tugged on his sleeve to comfort him.

Si Qi’s blood-red eyes locked onto that frightened officer, a motion that made everyone’s scalp tingle.

They had fought a fierce ghost firsthand. The chaos and despair of that encounter were still fresh in their minds. They had also personally witnessed how the young man before them had easily subdued a ghost that was incredibly strong and completely immune to bullets. They had a deep understanding of his power.

They knew they were now negotiating with a tiger. Any second could be their last, yet their professional duty left them no room to retreat.

Someone had to step up in times of danger, to stand at the front and block death.

Fortunately, this wasn’t one of those times.

Because the cool-tempered young man smiled gently at the scared officer and said in a soft tone, “Don’t be afraid. I was once human too. I am one of your own.”

That one sentence immediately eased many officers’ tension, and even stirred a bit of sadness.

Because the person before them… still looked so young.

Si Qi’s method of proving his identity was simple. He extended his slender, pale hand and pressed lightly on the table in front of him—

Everyone’s eyes widened as they watched his hand seemingly defy the laws of physics, sinking into the table and passing right through it.

In that instant, the director understood why Si Qi hadn’t returned his handshake earlier. It truly was impossible to grasp.

Si Qi added, “I am a fierce ghost. My body carries a heavy yin aura. If I touch you, at best you’ll fall ill, at worst…”

Everyone immediately understood what he meant and instinctively glanced at the director, then back at Si Qi.

The director steadied himself, nodded, and said, “I understand. I now believe you are indeed a fierce ghost…”

He forced himself to stay calm and said seriously, “Earlier, you mentioned you had something to tell us. What is it?”

He had a feeling that what Si Qi was about to say was very serious, something that absolutely could not be ignored.

“The number of ghosts in the human world has already reached a level where it’s affecting normal human life,” Si Qi said. “I hope the authorities can properly respond to these changes, so that the public no longer has to face what your officers just went through.”

The director was momentarily stunned. After a pause, his gaze toward Si Qi softened significantly.

“On behalf of the people of this country, I thank you for your concern,” he said. “I will take this matter seriously and report it to my superiors as soon as possible… We may need your cooperation in the future.”

“Of course,” Si Qi nodded. “That’s the reason I came.”

His words softened the hearts of everyone present. The remaining wariness and fear gradually faded, replaced by gratitude and warmth.

Taking advantage of the moment—while their impression of ghosts wasn’t yet too negative—Si Qi quickly began to educate them, hoping to avoid repeating the outcome of the previous world line:

“Humans cannot see ordinary ghosts with the naked eye. They can only see fierce ghosts who have consumed flesh and blood. This difference may lead to humans developing an extremely negative view of all ghosts.”

People only saw the chaos caused by fierce ghosts. They didn’t know innocent ghosts existed, and assumed all ghosts were the same—evil and dangerous, killing them indiscriminately.

In the previous world line, the ‘Son of the World’ exploited this gap in understanding to slaughter ghosts without guilt, gaining fame and glory. He would never tell people the truth—that many ghosts were innocent. First, because he had already killed ghosts, admitting this would tarnish his reputation. Second, because if people questioned whether every ghost he killed was truly a fierce one, it would constrain his actions. So he conveniently continued hiding the truth, letting people believe that every ghost he killed deserved it, gaining their worship and gratitude.

But now, things were different.

The police officers all said, “Thanks to the Underworld App, we now know that many ghosts are innocent.”

Even if they couldn’t see them, they could feel the ghosts’ grievances and their trust in the nation.

After all, even after death, these ghosts didn’t try to take revenge or kill. They waited silently for their country to bring them justice.

How could the nation betray the trust of its people?

Seeing this, Si Qi subtly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

This was exactly how he wanted to gradually make people aware of the existence of ghosts—so they could understand, and even accept them.

Otherwise, if people were suddenly told that ghosts truly existed—especially those invisible, invulnerable, deadly fierce ones—it would cause widespread panic and societal unrest.

The current climate of curiosity and gossip was just right. It wouldn’t scare people. Instead, they might feel sympathy for the ghosts. If they could help fulfill the ghosts’ last wishes and catch the murderers, the public would even cheer them on and actively participate.

One approach forced people to accept ghosts despite fear. The other allowed people to willingly accept the truth. The difference was immense.

The director and Si Qi actually shared the same concern.

He, too, feared that the existence of ghosts could destabilize society. How to help people accept this truth would be a gradual and delicate process with no room for error.

Si Qi smiled and said, “Why not let the authorities run an ad for the protective charms sold in my online store?”

The director was taken aback, thought about it seriously, then nodded in realization. “That’s a good idea.”

First, it gave the public an extra layer of protection when facing ghost attacks—everyone should have one.

Second, the government’s stance on the charms would subtly suggest to the public that ghosts might really exist, mentally preparing them.

Third…

Si Qi explained, “I’m a fierce ghost. I have no use for human money. The income from selling these charms is converted into various items ghosts can use, helping them fulfill their final wishes.”

The director asked curiously, “How does that work?”

Si Qi gave an example: “For instance, a ghost whose dream was to become a great artist. If his family never burned art supplies for him, he would have nothing to paint with. After all, ghosts can’t touch anything from the human world.”

The director suddenly understood. He couldn’t help but say, “Then before this system, wouldn’t that ghost be forever unable to fulfill his wish? He’d be trapped in the human world indefinitely?”

Si Qi nodded seriously. “That’s exactly why the number of ghosts is so high now.”

Especially with the recent population explosion, the number of new ghosts far exceeds those who disappear after fulfilling their wishes. Over time, it accumulates into a massive number.

The director murmured to himself, “No wonder…” No wonder that in the past, stories of ghosts and spirits were only heard in legends, yet now they were having such a noticeable impact. It was because the current population was incomparable to the past—and so was the number of ghosts.

If this issue wasn’t dealt with soon, over time, it might become…

At this thought, the director could no longer sit still. He said to Si Qi, “I want to take you to meet some people!”

Si Qi more or less guessed who the director intended to bring him to meet and nodded. “With pleasure.”

So, that night in Huaguo, many people were woken up from their sleep. Most were elderly, and once they heard what was explained over the phone, their eyes quickly regained clarity. Some traveled by car, others by plane, and all headed straight to the city where Si Qi was located.

As a result, Si Qi was busy for several days—either helping the authorities confirm the existence of ghosts, or explaining the current state of the afterlife, as well as discussing how to defend against vengeful spirits and handle the growing number of ghosts in the future…

He didn’t return home for three days in a row and had to ask Xiu Xiu to send a message to Chu Feng, telling him not to worry.

Chu Feng asked what had happened and whether he could come find him.

Si Qi didn’t reply.

The place he was in now, the people he was dealing with, and the matters being handled were all top-level confidential.

And he didn’t want to make Chu Feng worry by telling him anything.

…But Chu Feng still worried.

He stared at the number on his phone with a complicated expression. That number—now invalid—was the one that had just sent him a message. When he tried to call back, an automated message told him the number didn’t exist. He could only sit blankly on the couch, replaying every detail of his time with Si Qi.

The more he thought, the heavier his heart became.

After knowing each other for so long, he realized he didn’t know where Si Qi lived, what he did for work, or even how to contact him.

Si Qi had never mentioned these things—his past was a complete blank. Chu Feng didn’t really know him at all.

And there was always that strange feeling whenever they were together. Chu Feng couldn’t help but open that black-and-red app and read the pinned post that explained all kinds of information about ghosts…

For example, they would hide somewhere quiet during the day and only come out at night; they couldn’t touch things from the living world and tried to avoid contact with people; their complexion would be extremely pale, and just being near them made one feel cold…

Every detail perfectly matched the young man he liked.

Chu Feng wearily turned off his phone, held his head in his hands, and let out a long, silent sigh.

When he realized that Si Qi might be a ghost, he didn’t feel fear.

He was even willing to accept this version of Si Qi, and was prepared to live a future where he could never hold or embrace the person he loved.

What he feared was the sentence from the post that said: “Once a ghost fulfills their wish, they will disappear.”

He didn’t know what Si Qi’s wish was. But if all ghosts held a lingering desire from their life and longed to fulfill it even in death…

Then judging from how passionate Si Qi was toward him, Chu Feng wondered: Could that wish be to love him?

If he agreed to be with Si Qi, would that mean Si Qi’s wish would be fulfilled—and then he’d vanish from the world?

Chu Feng couldn’t accept that. Just imagining a future without Si Qi made everything feel dark and hopeless. He even thought that if loving Si Qi would cause him to disappear, then he would rather never confess his feelings…

But would that really be fair to Si Qi?

To let him long for something he could never have—even in death—was that really the right thing to do?

And besides, Chu Feng clearly liked him too…

The whole situation filled him with despair.

…

Xiu Xiu saw the Lord God sighing again and again after receiving the text and wearing a rare expression of sorrow. Unable to hold back, Xiu Xiu told Si Qi: [Master, Master, the Lord God knows you won’t be home for a few days and looks really sad!!]

Si Qi couldn’t help but laugh and proudly tilted his nose: [I told you he likes me a lot.]

Xiu Xiu replied enviously: [Master and the Lord God really have such a sweet relationship!]

Then added jealously: [If I didn’t see Master for several days, I’d be just like that!!]

Si Qi conjured a hand and lightly tapped Xiu Xiu’s nose: [Little one, always flattering me.]

But the flattery worked—Si Qi genuinely enjoyed it.

He went to the system mall and bought Xiu Xiu a whole pile of gifts, then gently patted his little head: [Good~ Master won’t leave you.]

[Mmm mmm~] Xiu Xiu nodded obediently, then happily rolled around on the gift boxes several times before gleefully opening them one by one.

…

During those few days, the public noticed that the app had introduced several new features.

The first change appeared in the mall. After the release of protective charms, a new section was added. The charms were placed under the “Human Channel,” while the newly launched “Soul Channel” displayed many products that looked nearly identical to those found in ordinary shopping apps.

For example, paintbrushes, violins, computers…

What was missing were specific items like sanitary pads, cold medicine, or pet supplies.

Netizens were baffled and found it strange.

Some curious users speculated: “If only ghosts can buy from that section, then it makes sense they don’t need things like those.”

Others agreed: “This app has always been detailed when it comes to ghost-related settings. Even this kind of logic gap was considered.”

One person commented: “I tried to buy something from the Soul Channel, but the system wouldn’t let me. Isn’t this app supposed to be making money? Why make a mall and then ban purchases? Did they do all this just for fun?”

Especially since the purchase counts for Soul Channel products were genuinely increasing, people began to feel an eerie sense of dread. They marveled at how the app could create such spine-chilling fear without a single jump scare—making users question everything in a deep and unsettling way.

Some people were unhappy with the current trend of everyone talking about ghosts in society and angrily reported the Underworld App, accusing it of having bad intentions, corrupting children, and demanding that it be taken down. They also called for the app’s creator to be punished and forced to publicly apologize.

But their complaints disappeared without a trace—no response whatsoever. This was completely different from the government’s usual stance, and more and more people began to speculate.

Even advertisements for protective talismans started appearing on TV. The fact that the authorities allowed such things to be openly sold was an unmistakable sign. Those who were perceptive immediately noticed something was going on. When they looked again at the app they had once dismissed as a joke, their expressions changed completely.

Ever since realizing that ghosts truly existed, the government reacted swiftly. Its collaboration with Si Qi progressed smoothly in just a few days. The items sold in the app’s store were mostly gathered by state efforts.

They were more than willing to help ghosts fulfill their wishes—not just for the spirits’ sake, but also for the living.

And the ghosts, knowing that their country still cared for them even after death, rejoiced so loudly that Si Qi, who could hear them, nearly went deaf.

When Si Qi relayed this reaction to the officials, they were stunned at first, but then smiled with understanding. “It’s us who should be thanking them for their cooperation.”

These spirits were already dead—no longer subject to law or force—yet they still cheered upon hearing the state’s decision. What else could that be but trust?

Si Qi smiled and said, “It’s because of what you’ve done before that they’re willing to trust you now.”

If not for the deep impression the nation left during their lifetimes, how could such habits remain after death?

His words warmed the hearts of the officials. After settling the store’s operations, they asked Si Qi about more detailed aspects—like why use a shopping format instead of simply offering gifts?

Si Qi explained, “Ghosts don’t face survival pressure and rarely experience secondary death. There’s no need to view them as weak beings in need of aid.”

Also, a short-term subsidy was one thing, but if the living world kept giving endlessly while the dead waste offerings without care, that was not sustainable.

Not only might living people grow resentful—feeling like they were wasting untouched goods on beings they couldn’t even see—but ghosts, too, might grow complacent. With no survival pressure, they’d stop striving to fulfill their wishes and remain in limbo indefinitely.

It was necessary to establish a balanced relationship between the two sides so that their interactions can last.

One official nodded and said, “Work in exchange for reward—that’s the best way to solve problems.”

“But the only way for ghosts to earn money is by delivering protective talismans, right?” a middle-aged man frowned. “That’s nowhere near enough.”

“For now, yes,” Si Qi replied. “But that won’t be the case in the future. Things must progress step by step. Don’t worry—this won’t be a problem.”

The group grew curious. “So, what ideas do you have?”

After working with Si Qi for several days, they had come to respect his wisdom. They knew this man—no, this ghost—was full of clever solutions. The way he pioneered communication between the living and dead using an app, helped wronged souls seek justice through public empathy, and tied talismans to both human protection and spiritual income—it was all brilliant.

Every action he took was subtle yet effective. Looking back, they couldn’t help but admire how logical it all was. They admitted that, on their own, they never would have thought to use the internet as a bridge between the worlds of the living and the dead.

Even the fact that they were now seriously discussing something no one would’ve believed in before was thanks to his efforts. Without him, humanity would still be in the dark, unaware of the coming crisis.

They truly respected Si Qi’s ideas and were happy to hear him out.

Someone thought for a moment and said helplessly, “I can’t think of any other way for ghosts to earn money from the living… Aren’t they unable to touch anything in the mortal world?”

Si Qi smiled. “There are many ways…”

The simplest and most straightforward example: livestreaming.

At first, the idea hadn’t occurred to Si Qi. But then there was a news story about an influencer who, due to a special constitution, could vaguely sense ghosts. During a livestream, they saw a ghost delivering a talisman and fainted on the spot, sparking intense discussion online.

That incident gave Si Qi the idea to explore livestreaming.

So, not long after, a new livestream function was added to the Underworld App.

But this function was exclusive to the “Soul Channel,” completely inaccessible to ordinary users. They could only watch from afar.

Anyone who saw those two words and understood their meaning felt a chill run down their spine.

Wait—did this mean the ghosts who had been posting about their wrongful deaths were about to go live and appear before everyone?

Some users were so scared they dropped their phones. Others were so excited their faces turned red as they eagerly chatted with equally brave friends.

Within just thirty minutes, the phrase “Underworld App Soul Livestream” shot to the top of trending topics, sparking widespread discussion.

Everyone was eager to find out if the ghost forums were really run by actual spirits. They wanted to see if the streamer was human or ghost, if the background was a normal room or the eerie, chilling underworld they imagined…

The answer was coming soon.

Everyone quietly waited for the livestream to start, sitting in front of their phones or computers, determined to catch the reveal the moment it happened.

One official, seeing the explosive public interest, asked Si Qi anxiously, “Will the servers be able to handle that many users watching at once?”

“No need to worry about that,” Si Qi replied.

With Xiu Xiu managing things behind the scenes, there wouldn’t be a single issue.

Then he added with a teasing smile, “But you guys… you’ll be busy once the stream starts.”

After all, today’s guest… was someone many people knew.

At exactly 8 PM, millions of viewers waited in the livestream room, chatting idly and keeping their expectations low.

Some joked, “You guys don’t actually believe this is a ghost livestream, right? So gullible.” That sparked arguments with loyal fans of the app, and the focus quickly shifted from the content of the livestream to debates about whether it was real or fake. The room was buzzing.

Then—right on the hour—the screen lit up.

Most viewers were still focused on the comment section and nearly missed it. They scrambled to turn off the noisy stream of comments and stared closely at the long-awaited “ghost” livestream.

And then…

They almost had their eyeballs pop out.

Mouths dropped. A collective gasp filled the air. Some people just broke down on the spot.

Someone screamed loud enough to alarm those around them. Crying and shouting, they looked completely unhinged.

“What’s wrong?!” their parents rushed over in a panic, only to find their daughter in tears.

“What happened, sweetheart? Did something upset you?”

“It’s Xingxing—it’s Xingxing!!!”

“Xingxing?”

Xingxing… wasn’t that the name of her favorite celebrity? The one who exploded into fame ten years ago, beloved by all—from children to the elderly—known as the nation’s idol?

He had died in a car accident on the way to a concert six months ago. Many fans had cried for days. Even people who weren’t into showbiz mourned his loss—he had been both talented and morally upright.

Now, after all this time, why was their daughter suddenly crying over him again?

Before they could say anything, she wiped her tears desperately, turned the phone volume up to max, and stared wide-eyed at the screen.

Curious, her parents leaned over to look…

And were shocked speechless.

“Isn’t that Xingxing?”

“Wahh…” their daughter sobbed harder, crying tears of joy. “It’s him! It’s really him! I’d never mistake him for anyone else!”

In the chat: “AAAAHHHHH!!!!!”

“It’s Xingxing???”

“Xingxing isn’t dead?!”

“Sob sob sob, Xingxing, you’re back!!”

On screen, the handsome young man smiled gently and spoke with a warm voice, “It’s me. I’m back.”

That one sentence was enough to drive his fans completely wild. The comment section exploded with welcomes, gratitude, and disbelief. Some users were stunned:

“What?! That’s really Xingxing? Didn’t he die?”

“This has to be fake! How dare they impersonate a dead person—this app is disgusting!”

“CG? It looks so real! Which company made this?”

“Did they even get his family’s permission? I’m boycotting this app forever!!”

But the young man, known affectionately by fans as Xingxing, simply smiled and said, “I missed you all. Leaving without saying goodbye… I made you sad.”

Words of comfort and thanks poured in. Fans thanked him for coming back, for still wanting to see them. His gentle tone, just like when he was alive, reassured them.

He continued, “Because of that car accident, I wasn’t able to complete my tenth-anniversary concert. I’ve held on to that regret…”

“My wish was to give everyone a proper goodbye. So today’s livestream is the concert I never got to finish. I hope you’ll stay and watch my performance…”

There was no chance anyone would say no. Fans nodded fiercely, saying things like “Of course,” “We’ll never leave you,” and stared at the screen with wide eyes—at the young man who, from his voice to his expressions, was exactly the same as Xingxing in every possible way.

They were so overwhelmed with emotion they nearly fainted.

The talent agency was in complete chaos.

Many accused the Underworld App of infringement, saying it was making an outrageous joke using their deceased artist. Even if it was for publicity, it crossed a moral line and was absolutely unacceptable.

Only a few people—those who had spent years closely working with Xingxing and knew everything about him—stood there holding their phones, silent tears streaming down their faces.

His manager, a woman, collapsed to her knees, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed uncontrollably. “It’s him. It’s definitely him… He’s back!!”

The fans who truly loved Xingxing recognized their idol immediately. Those who weren’t familiar with him, having only seen him in TV shows or movies, remained skeptical and took a wait-and-see attitude.

Until the person on screen picked up the microphone and began singing in a soft, mellow voice.

Many online viewers were visibly shaken. “It sounds exactly like what I’ve heard before!”

His voice, singing style, and emotional depth—everything was nearly identical.

While there were slight differences from studio recordings, it was precisely those subtle variations that made this live performance feel even more real.

As they listened and watched the fans sobbing with joy in the comment section, viewers started to waver.

Could it really be… the dead coming back as spirits, returning to the world of the living to fulfill their final wishes?

As the audience grew increasingly unsure, more and more people began to say things like, “Could it be that what the app said is actually true?”

Someone sitting next to Si Qi, watching the livestream with him, chuckled. “It seems people are far more receptive than we expected.”

“Choosing this celebrity as the first livestream host was a great decision. The public has a good impression of him, and fans have long wished for his return. They’re too emotional to even think about whether it’s ghostly or not,” another official agreed.

“As long as we start strong, the rest of the livestreams will go much more smoothly.” Someone curiously asked, “But how exactly is the computer capturing images of ghosts?”

“It’s done through a special rune that acts as a medium, similar to the protective talismans. When exposed to spiritual energy, it produces certain effects,” Si Qi explained. “I plan to release instructions on how to draw these runes in the future, but for now, I’m holding off a bit.”

Everyone nodded. “Yes, it’s better to wait. Many people still aren’t ready to accept all this.”

Si Qi smiled. “But internally, we could start spreading the rune among ourselves.”

Someone questioned, “Isn’t that a bit premature?”

It wasn’t that they were unwilling, but they were used to Si Qi doing things with clear purpose and great results. Everything he had done so far had been well thought out. This time, though, his suggestion seemed… impulsive?

Si Qi smiled. “It’s not that I’m in a hurry—it’s just that some ghosts really can’t wait any longer to meet you all.”

They had been pestering Si Qi nonstop, whispering in his ears. Seeing how old they were and how much they had contributed to society in life, he simply couldn’t turn them down.

That statement sent a chill through everyone present, their bodies suddenly cold.

After a moment of silence, someone asked, “Who are these spirits?”

“They’re people you know,” Si Qi replied.

Everyone’s thoughts began to race, a spark of excitement lighting in their eyes. Si Qi smiled knowingly and continued, “Many are national martyrs. They stayed behind, unable to leave, because they still worry about the outcome of wars and the prosperity of the nation. There are also academic leaders who linger around their institutes, haunted by unfulfilled research. They want to speak to their students but can’t, and it’s driving them mad with frustration.”

As he spoke, he looked at the white-haired, middle-aged men before him, their faces growing emotional. With a gentle smile, he said, “I think you’d really like to see them again, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course!” they all answered in unison, eyes burning with anticipation as they stared at Si Qi.

Si Qi chuckled as he began drawing runes, inwardly mocking the foolishness of the world’s original consciousness.

It really believed that after death, ghosts could offer nothing to society or humanity, so it simply decided to erase them all?

Did it even realize how precious the resource it discarded was?

Every soul is a companion of humanity, someone deeply loved by their family.

Even if they’ve become ghosts, why should humans fear them? They are treasures.

…

“They’re all treasures!!”

A few days later, a netizen who had become obsessed with watching ghost livestreams posted excitedly online:

“Before I started watching these streams, I never imagined the world had so many talented people!! These ghost streamers are insanely skilled!! And I get to watch all this for free?? I just want to empty my wallet and donate it all to them!!”

Replies came quickly:

“Not gonna lie, their skills really are next-level.”

“I get why now. One ghost artist said that after dying, their obsession with painting never faded. They’ve been drawing non-stop for over 20 years—of course they’re amazing.”

“I’ve been tuning into a ghost chef’s livestream every day to learn how to cook. His skills are insane! I could watch him carve fruit for hours. And he doesn’t charge for lessons! Such a gem!”

“OMG, I found a treasure of a guy! Super handsome and sings like a god. If he debuted with an album, he’d top every chart for sure.”

“I love reading novels, and there’s this ghost writer whose dying wish was for people to love his stories. I’m obsessed! His writing is incredible—and get this—he has the entire thing finished and queued up! I binge-read for three straight days. It felt like heaven. He’s seriously gifted!!”

“It seems like any ghost with a strong enough obsession to stay in this world is incredibly talented. First, their passion is intense. Second, they’ve had so much uninterrupted time to practice. Every one of them is a treasure trove of knowledge and skill—we’ve hit the jackpot.”

“Holy crap holy crap holy crap, my hands are shaking!! Here’s an inside scoop: a ton of elders we grew up hearing about—they’re all back!!!!!! I’m losing it! Full-on storm of tears right now!!!”

“If these ghosts really can reintegrate into the world and work in different industries, our cultural and scientific levels could skyrocket! Plus, they don’t eat or sleep—they don’t use up any social resources!”

“I’m just anxious now… I wonder if I’ll get to see my dad. He passed away a few years ago. Before he died, he was so worried about me and Mom… Maybe he stayed because he couldn’t let go. I want to see him again. I still have so much to tell him…”

“I saw my elementary school teacher in a livestream… I grew up in the mountains. I used to wake up before dawn just to walk to school—it was tough. Later, my parents brought me to the city for school, and I realized not every school had just one teacher teaching all six grades… I never got to go back. Then one day, I saw my teacher in a livestream. He said he slipped and fell down the mountain one day and died. His final regret was not being able to keep teaching. The government gave him a livestream channel so he could continue educating kids… I’m about to take my college entrance exams, and I’ve chosen to study education. I want to go back and fulfill his dream.”

“Damn it, upstairs commenter, now I’m crying…”

“Give that person a big thumbs up!”