Unlike the usual bullet comments’ colors, it was the unique golden color of an official certification number, standing out so distinctly among the other comments.
[Sea City Taoist Academy, "We especially offer this reward to show our utmost support for our outstanding new student Scarlett Jennings in spreading the Taoist teachings!"]
[Sea City Taoist Academy, "Apologies, the official certification took some time."]
The livestream audience: ...
They were dazzled.
It wasn’t just mere showing off.
[I just got admitted to South University this year, so @South University teachers, when will my Ten Thousand Stars be given to me?]
[@Sea University, I advise you to be proactive and give me my Ten Thousand Stars, don’t force me to kneel and beg!]
[Teachers probably haven’t tipped because they don’t know my livestream ID, I’ll go leave a message on the school’s official account!]
[I don’t need Ten Thousand Stars, just a Blue Rose worth 999, considering how sensible I am, when will the teachers reward me?]
[As a child, I couldn’t compare with other people’s children; growing up, I couldn’t even compare with other people’s universities...]
[No wonder she’s the chosen one, not even enrolled yet, and already adored by the official account.]
[I represent the other 29 students admitted to the Taoism Academy and protest!]
[Friendly reminder, the Taoism Academy enrolls no more than thirty students each year, not necessarily exactly thirty each year.]
[That’s not important, what’s important is that it’s willing to pamper me!]
Director Clark didn’t miss the content of the Taoism Academy’s official comments; to say it was a coincidence, it didn’t seem like one.
The appearance of the Taoism Academy seemed more like a response to Scarlett Jennings’s previous question.
Director Clark had a strange suspicion that arose inexplicably in his mind.
Maybe the one who greeted the upper management to let the show continue was not the Carew Family of Capital Metropolitan, nor the Jennings Family of Sea City, but ... the Taoism Academy?
This academy, rumored to have official national backing, might have more influence than they imagined.
As soon as this speculation arose, Director Clark felt a burst of heat in his heart.
If this was true.
Their show might have struck gold!
Director Clark’s gaze toward Scarlett Jennings immediately became intensely heated.
He also didn’t forget to instruct the host through the earpiece.
"Let her talk."
Whatever she wanted to say, just let her say it.
Anyway, the higher-ups had given instructions, broadcast it all!
William Zeller, receiving Director Clark’s instructions, although surprised and doubtful, reacted quickly on the surface and smiled as he continued the conversation,
"The ’Inspiration’ program group, use your inspiration to unravel the story, feel free to speak boldly."
Scarlett Jennings, hearing the host’s words, understood that there was no issue from the director’s side. After a brief consideration, she finally spoke.
"In simple terms, this place, fifty years ago, was the old estate of a capitalist. The female ghost entangled with Mr. Guan was the daughter of that family."
Scarlett knew the story of the female ghost.
She was a tragedy of that era.
She was the daughter of a capitalist; in the seventies, capitalists represented a bad social status.
Before trouble struck the family, her father, sensing future misfortune, arranged for his daughter to marry into a poor peasant family he had once helped, to avoid implicating his children.
That family was poor, but their only son had made it to high school thanks to her father’s support.
Among the illiterate villagers, the boy was a rare scholar.
Because of her low status, her miserable life made others look good.
The girl actually believed it.
Later, she became pregnant with the man’s child. At eight months, she still had to work in the fields. Following an argument with her sister-in-law, she was forcibly pushed to the ground.
The child was lost. Due to a severe hemorrhage, she could no longer conceive.
The man turned around and blamed her, threatening to divorce her.
Only later did she discover the man had already been involved with a factory girl from the city, and even without the sister-in-law incident, their family would have found an excuse to divorce her.
In the coldest days of winter, the girl was left penniless and expelled from that home.
With nowhere to go, she could only think of her former home.
She recalled her once happy youth, and although she knew her family might no longer be there, she obstinately wanted to return to that home.
Alone, she walked for over five hours in the cold winter, from the countryside to the city, collapsing before reaching it on an isolated road.
Her body was already frail from postpartum weakness, exacerbated by years of torment; it was in utter ruin.
Perhaps knowing she didn’t have long left, she was so set on seeing her home.
Yet before she could return, she collapsed on the road leading to the city and could never rise again.
Maybe because her obsession ran too deeply, even with her body dead, her soul still moved toward home.
Her spirit returned to her former home.
But it was already occupied.
The girl was powerless, only able to watch strangers take over her family’s house.
As time went on, the house was torn down, rebuilt, torn down again, and rebuilt until it became what it is today.
She kept watching, knowing this place would never belong to her again, yet she never left.
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