The anchor I was supposed to meet turned out to be my student.

The anchor I was supposed to meet turned out to be my student. (Author: Hua Tangren)

Introduction:

After breaking up with my girlfriend, I angrily showered a livestreamer with gifts worth 100,000 yuan, never expecting that she was actually my student...

Chapter 1.1. The anchor asked to meet me?

I admit that my actions just now were purely for venting. I used nearly half of my wealth to send fifty Super Rockets to a streamer I randomly clicked on, which amounted to a total of 100,000 yuan.

I temporarily forgot the reality that I only had 100,000 yuan left in my bank account, and just lit a cigarette, enjoying the sweet-looking female anchor's flattering and coquettish manner on the phone screen.

"Thank you 'Tusheng' for the fifty Super Rockets! Love you, mwah~"

I glanced at the comments from netizens...

[If you could do it all over again~]: "A true super-rich boss, terrifyingly powerful!"

[Paratrooper One]: "I'm so jealous, I actually got to meet the goddess Tong!"

[Banana Friend]: "A level 1 account spends 100,000 in one go? What a tycoon..."

Before I could even figure out what was going on, I heard the female anchor, nicknamed "Sister Tong, So Sweet," smile sweetly and say, "As promised, I'll be meeting the first person to give me over 5 yuan in gifts for dinner today. I'll message you on WeChat later, you 'disciple'!"

The comments section in the live stream immediately erupted in excitement.

I sneered inwardly, not caring much, and simply left the live streaming platform. It's not uncommon for streamers like them, who make a living by selling their looks and smiles, to pull this kind of stunt.

In any case, I've truly experienced the power of money. It can make a complete stranger fawn over you and act all cute, and make you feel like the center of attention. Men think this way, and women think the same way. No wonder Mo Jia chose to break up with me after five years of dating; it's because I couldn't provide her with material satisfaction…

Lying on the bed, I reflected on my work since graduating with my master's degree. I served as a counselor at the university where I graduated for two years, earning a meager salary. In this expensive city of Shanghai, the road to settling down and starting a family is still long and arduous.

My phone screen lit up; it was the female streamer who had just messaged me privately through the live streaming app.

"Hey bro, are you free? Why did you log off without saying a word after sending the gift?"

"I just deposited two million into my Alipay account, and I don't know how to spend it. I'm bored right now."

"You rich people's lives must be so boring..."

It's amazing that people actually support someone's act of being pretentious.

"Did you need something?" I was feeling quite lonely, so I started chatting with her.

"I just checked your address, and we're both in Shanghai! Let's grab some late-night snacks together!"

I was stunned for a moment, recalling what she said during the live stream. It turned out she really meant what she said. However, I didn't respect her because of that. I just thought she was frivolous, the kind of woman who had a price tag. Now she was asking me out just to hook up with me, this so-called rich guy... While feeling contemptuous, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Looking at her young face in the live stream, she must have been in her early twenties, but she had been tainted by these bad habits at the best age of her life.

“Yes, but it’s not necessary,” I replied.

"Hey, you're so heartless ╥﹏╥... I just wanted to see you~"

I don't know if it's because of some spiritual emptiness, but I wanted to find some fun, so I replied, "Then send me your address."

Since I despise this phenomenon, I naturally have no other thoughts about her. I just really look forward to seeing what kind of expression this gold digger will have when she finds out that I am not the rich second generation she imagines... I don't know where this perverse sense of humor comes from.

……

I took a taxi to an ordinary late-night snack shop according to the address she gave me. I originally thought she would choose a more upscale place. It seems that she was planning to lower herself to meet me in order to win my favor. But that suited me just fine. I am not used to those high-end restaurants.

When I arrived at the door of the private room with the given number, I was unexpectedly a little nervous, the kind of nervousness you feel when meeting someone you met online. I composed myself and pushed the door open. The first thing I saw was the female anchor. She was tall, probably up to my ear, with a beautiful and delicate face. Her skin was so tender that you could squeeze out collagen. She exuded youthful energy and was even more three-dimensional and perfect than she appeared on the live stream.

I could feel her gaze scrutinizing me, and even catch a fleeting look of disappointment in her eyes. Clearly, my ordinary attire disappointed her, but she still greeted me with a smile and said, "You must be 'Tusheng', right? I ended my stream early to wait for you."

I didn't expect her to be so unreserved, clinging to me the moment we met. Wasn't she afraid I'd take advantage of her? But strangely, her attempts to please me were so stiff. She didn't seem like the kind of woman I knew who could skillfully use her looks to attract men. But that didn't change my opinion of her. After all, she was the kind of woman you could just pay to meet.

I felt disgusted by her fake smile, and after sitting down, I said indifferently, "I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting."

She sat down next to me, and while serving me a bowl of seafood porridge, she said, "How could it be a delay? I just think you're more important to me, handsome!"

This guy's tone of voice is even sweeter than during his live streams; it's so sweet it makes my bones melt and my heart flutter.

"What's your name, sir? My name is Bi Antong, just call me Antong."

"It's just a late-night snack, why do I need to know your name?"

When Bi Antong heard that I refused to tell her my name, she was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Young man, you are really low-key. You must be a very unassuming person. You can spend 100,000 yuan at a time, but you only wear cheap clothes."

I was shocked. I didn't expect her to comfort herself like that. But thinking about it, it makes sense. I spent lavishly the first time I went to her live stream. It's the kind of thing a rich kid would do.

Since Bi Antong has said so, I'm happy to oblige. It's not bad to experience what it's like to be fawned over by a rich person. So I looked at her with amusement and said, "You came out just to grab a late-night snack?"

Perhaps because I had been a counselor for two years, my gaze held a certain intimidation. Bi Antong avoided my eyes somewhat flusteredly and said, "Well... you can go for a walk too..."

"I'm not interested in that kind of thing. I'll either go straight to the hotel to take care of business or just leave."

"you!"

Bi Antong's face was full of embarrassment. She was clearly caught off guard by my directness, unaware that I was just laughing at her.

But I think she's weighing her options, because I haven't revealed a single piece of information about myself until now. Since she's already made 100,000 for free, people in her line of work would only complain about having too little, so naturally she doesn't want to give herself away for nothing. She wants to gain more benefits from me.

In fact, I had no feelings for her at all. Although she was beautiful, I couldn't accept girls with those values.

Soon, Bi Antong composed herself, smiled, and moved closer to me. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, making me feel slightly intoxicated. I heard her say in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Oh, little brother, don't be in such a hurry. I'm right next to you, I'm not going anywhere... We should also focus on our spiritual connection, right?"

As expected, I chuckled to myself and said, "I'm not really into talking about intellectual things with beautiful women; I'm more interested in her as a person."

To my surprise, Bi Antong suddenly changed her expression, picked up her bag and threw it at me, yelling as if she had been holding back against me for a long time: "You're a pervert!"

Before I could even react, she stormed out the door, furious. Did she even respect her sugar daddy? Just a moment ago she was all smiles and fawning over me…

There's also the matter of settling the bill...

(The female leads are all good girls, this is not NTR, so feel free to enjoy it.)

Chapter 2.2. Is she my student?

I spent some time on the Bund enjoying the cool breeze and smoking to dispel my frustration before returning to my apartment.

I still couldn't sleep that night. I thought that spending 100,000 yuan to vent my frustration would fill the void in my heart, but I didn't expect that my bank account would be half empty, and I was even called a pervert by that crazy woman, although my words at the time were indeed quite perverted...

I habitually turned on the bedside lamp and leaned against the headboard. Bored, I opened WeChat and noticed Bi Antong at the top of the chat window. I suddenly became curious about the private life of a female anchor, so I clicked into her Moments to browse. However, I found that the latest post was from a year ago, which was different from what I had imagined. I thought she would be the kind of person who would post selfies or photos of herself hanging out with various handsome guys on Moments every day.

I scrolled through her social media posts, all the way back to September two years ago, when she wrote, "University, here I come!" with a picture of the school gate attached.

I rely on!

My eyes widened instantly. Isn't this the university where I work now?

I zoomed in on the photo again with two fingers and examined the plaque at the school gate more closely. There was no mistake, it was Shanghai Jiao Tong University... So she must be around 20 years old. The thought of a promising young woman being tainted by some of the bad things in society makes me truly feel sorry for her, even though the profession she's in is, in a sense, also a promising one...

The next day, I had to drag myself out of bed despite being sleepy, because it was the first day of my junior year and I had been transferred from the School of Chemistry to the School of Management to replace my previous counselor. Apparently, the previous counselor had been dismissed after being complained about by parents for making some mistake.

……

As is customary, a college-wide meeting is held on the first day of school. In addition to announcing my appointment as the substitute counselor, there are some end-of-term summaries and opening-of-school notices, which are all just formalities. I don't care much about them, but I can't be different.

I sat in the front row with some staff members from the academic affairs office of the college. Since I had already greeted them beforehand, they were already familiar with me as their new colleague.

I asked my superior, the deputy director of the academy, who was standing next to me, "Director Jiang, do you know what Wang, the tutor, did wrong before?"

Director Jiang, a middle-aged man over forty, said in surprise, "Xiao Hua, don't you know?"

I shook my head; I hadn't looked into it at all.

"Xiao Wang was dating a sophomore and they even booked a hotel room together, but they were found out. Parents in the grade group jointly complained, saying that the parents were setting a bad example..."

I nodded to indicate that I understood. Although there is no explicit rule against teacher-student relationships, it has become an unwritten rule.

To my surprise, Director Jiang, who was over forty, said very openly: "Actually, Xiao Wang is only in his twenties. It's normal for young people to fall in love. It's just that most people care too much about worldly views."

I actually think teacher-student relationships are quite beautiful...

The students in the meeting room were making a ruckus, so I couldn't resist going outside for a smoke and some fresh air.

As I walked down the corridor, a girl dressed in a formal suit rushed towards me. She stopped in front of me, took a breath, and asked, "Excuse me, have the counselors arrived yet?"

Her little face was flushed, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead, so she must have rushed over. I guessed she didn't recognize me yet, so I replied, "Not yet."

She was clearly relieved and politely said to me, "Thank you, classmate. I'll go in now."

So she took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from her forehead as she walked in. If I'm not mistaken, judging from her attire, she should be a student from the student council sent to host the meeting. It must have been tough for her to wear such a formal suit in such hot weather.

After finishing a cigarette in the men's restroom, I returned to the front row of the conference room and sat down.

The meeting was hosted by a male and female duo. The girl was indeed the one I had met in the corridor earlier. Her voice was gentle and emotional as she read the script. I took a closer look at her. She was petite with a delicate face, but very pretty. In particular, her innocent and untouched appearance gave me a strong urge to protect her.

Finally, it was time for the counselor to speak. I stood up and went up on stage, meeting the surprised gaze of the female host. I have never liked writing notes; I just remember the key points in my mind.

"I'm sure you've all heard about the change of counselors. Starting today, I will be your counselor for this year. Let me introduce myself."

I wrote my name on the blackboard and said, "Hua Tusheng, call me whatever you like, just don't mispronounce the first syllable. When Director Zhang called me Xiao Hua (second tone) just now, it felt like a primary school math problem..."

The students burst into laughter, and as I scanned the students in the meeting room, I quickly noticed a strikingly beautiful girl who was staring at me with a cold expression. I wasn't mistaken; it was Bi Antong! Suddenly, I felt that Shanghai was too small. Not only were we in the same university, but she was also one of my students.

After I finished speaking, the power of the conversation returned to the host.

"Next is the scholarship award ceremony for last year. Students whose names are called, please come up to the stage to receive your awards. Ms. Hua, please come up to the stage to present the awards."

I went on stage and presented the third, second, and first prizes to the students. One of the first prizes went to the female host.

Then, when the highest award, the National Award, was presented, Bi Antong's name appeared. I found it incredible. Not only is she good-looking, but she also has good grades. In addition to her good grades, she is also a well-known female anchor. Judging from her abilities alone, I have to look at her with new respect.

When I presented the award to Bi Antong, she looked at me with a cold face, completely different from her fawning demeanor the night before. It must have been my humble role as a tutor that disappointed her.

But this suited me perfectly. I suddenly felt that the 100,000 yuan wasn't entirely wasted. I was quite pleased that I could disgust this gold-digging woman. So, I pretended not to know her and said with a smile, "Bi Antong is very impressive. She studies very well and also values ​​spiritual pursuits. Keep up the good work!"

She realized I was subtly mocking what she had said the night before, but because there were other people around, she could only glare at me through gritted teeth, as if she wanted to settle scores later.

After the meeting, I returned to my office, feeling both happy and worried that Bi Antong might use what happened last night to threaten me. But then I thought I was overthinking it. Unless she didn't care about her reputation, the words "counselor," "student," and "female anchor" together were enough to make people think all sorts of things.

If Bi Antong and I were just strangers on parallel lines, after our unexpected encounter last night, we should have had no further connection. But after learning that she was a student under my supervision, even though I looked down on her behavior, I felt inexplicably obligated to pull her out of the filthy mire. She's still young and shouldn't have to do this. Besides, seeing that she resolutely rejected my unreasonable request, I felt there was still hope... In fact, I had no right to interfere with her choices; I was just guiding her out of my duty as a counselor.

Just as I was pondering how to conduct ideological education for Bi Antong, there was a knock on the office door. I let him in, but I didn't expect it to be an uninvited guest. Bi Antong walked to my desk with an accusatory look on his face.

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