I sponsored a poor student who was about to drop out, helping her complete college. But after I rejected her advances, she spread rumors that I wanted to keep her as a mistress. Suddenly, I found myself at the center of a storm, bombarded with countless insults. The prolonged depression left me disoriented, and I jumped from a window at school. Given a second chance at life, I vowed never to sponsor that ungrateful wretch again. When I opened my eyes again, a girl was standing before me, looking pitiful. I took a closer look – wasn’t this Mia Foster? What’s going on? How am I not dead? Checking the date on my phone, I realized I had truly been reborn. This time, I was determined not to repeat my past mistakes. “Professor?” Mia called out tentatively, noticing my prolonged silence. Her voice snapped me back to reality. “Yes, I’m listening. Please continue.” “I won’t be coming to school starting tomorrow. Mom says we can’t afford it anymore. Thank you for all your help these past few months.” As she finished, a few tears rolled down her cheeks. In my previous life, it was this pitiful appearance that moved me. Out of a sense of responsibility as a teacher, I had fully sponsored her tuition and living expenses. I had almost always granted her requests, just so she could focus on her studies and build a better life for herself through her own efforts. But she repaid my kindness with betrayal. After I rejected her subtle and not-so-subtle advances, she publicly spread rumors that I wanted to keep her as a mistress. I was left speechless and defenseless. Not only that, she wrote a long post questioning why I would sponsor her if I didn’t have ulterior motives. She argued that there were many students in need, so why specifically choose her if not for some hidden agenda? The rumors spread faster than I could have imagined. It got to the point where people would point and whisper whenever I went out. Some internet users even tracked down my family members. I was at a loss for words, and no one cared about the truth. They only chose to see what they wanted to see. After a long period of depression, I became disoriented. In an accident, I jumped from a school window, ending what should have been a bright life. Thinking about all this, I felt my blood run cold. The same thing absolutely could not happen a second time. “Alright then. If you and your parents have already decided, do as you see fit,” I replied. She looked stunned, seemingly shocked by my response. Seeing her still standing there, I spoke again, “Is there anything else? If not, you can go.” Watching her retreating figure, I let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, I had rid myself of this trouble.
The next day, however, Mia showed up for the 8 AM class. I frowned slightly. Hadn’t she said she was dropping out? Why was she still here? Though I had questions, I couldn’t ask them outright. “Professor, I’m not dropping out anymore. Tyler heard about my situation and offered to help me out a bit,” Mia explained. Tyler? I remembered him. He had been secretly in love with Mia for a long time. In my previous life, he had also played a role in stirring up trouble behind the scenes. Mia had timed it perfectly to fall into my arms, and before I could push her away, Tyler had quickly snapped a photo. With both witness and evidence, there was no way for me to clear my name, even if I jumped into the Yellow River. “Okay,” I replied briefly, then stood up to leave. But Mia reached out to stop me. I frowned in displeasure. “What is it?” “Tyler’s means are limited. He can only help with tuition. As for living expenses…” She trailed off without finishing her sentence. “You’re an adult now. There are many ways to earn money for living expenses. The school also has many work-study positions. If you need, I can help you apply for one,” I said. She bit her lip tightly, once again putting on a pitiful expression. “But those jobs are all so hard,” she complained. “I’ve given you options. If you can’t accept them, there’s nothing more I can do,” I replied firmly. She might as well have had “sponsor me” written on her forehead. “If there’s nothing important, please stop coming to me so often. There should be some distance maintained between teachers and students,” I added. Seeing that I remained cold and unresponsive to her hints, she could only leave reluctantly. As I watched her walk away, I couldn’t help but feel thoughtful. My instincts told me this wouldn’t be the end of things so easily.
The class monitor sent me a message. Mia hadn’t shown up for the 8 AM class today, and she wasn’t in her dorm either. No one could reach her. Hearing this, my mind went blank for a moment. What was she up to now? Not being able to contact a student is enough to drive any counselor crazy, let alone when it’s someone with ill intentions like her. As I was racking my brains, I suddenly remembered a place. I quickly pulled out the student registration form and found Mia’s home address. I then drove there as fast as I could. But Mia and her family weren’t there. As I was wondering where else Mia could have gone, I received a call from Nathan, another student. “Professor Carter, you need to come back quickly! Mia’s mother is here, crying and making a scene in the principal’s office.” Without further thought, I prepared to drive back. Just then, an elderly lady stopped me. “Are you the one who’s buying the Foster family’s house? They specifically asked me to keep an eye out for anyone coming to view the property. They said they’d be back soon.” I was taken aback. “Ma’am, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not here to view the property.” Perhaps my lack of knowledge sparked the lady’s gossipy nature, and she began to talk non-stop. “The Foster family is really lucky. Even such a run-down house has a buyer. They said it’s going to be some kind of livestreaming base? I don’t really understand, but apparently, they’re paying a lot. Soon, they’ll be living in a big house in the city.” So, the Foster family wasn’t as poor as they claimed? After briefly saying goodbye to the lady, I immediately drove back to school. As soon as I reached the building, I saw Mia’s mother coming out of the principal’s office with a satisfied smile. I didn’t approach her, instead hiding in the stairwell’s emergency exit. “See? If I hadn’t come to make a scene, the school wouldn’t have taken it seriously. Didn’t you say your counselor was a good person and would definitely sponsor you if he knew you couldn’t afford school?” I heard her say, followed by a cold snort. “I guess he’s not all that great. In the end, I had to come personally.” “Once we sell the old house, we can move to the city. Be careful not to let anything slip. We can save quite a bit if you don’t have to pay for tuition and living expenses for these four years of college. We should save where we can, okay?” “Okay,” Mia replied. So this whole family had come with a plan.
As soon as they left, I was called into the principal’s office. “Adam, what’s going on? How could you let a student’s parent come and make a scene at the school? The faculty evaluation is coming up soon. If this isn’t handled well, you can forget about any awards,” the principal scolded me as soon as I entered. The principal had always thought highly of me, and I knew he was saying this for my own good. “I understand, sir. I’ll handle this matter properly,” I assured him. “Sigh, it’s clearly just trouble-making on purpose. I’ve already said the school will do its utmost to help them. As for how to navigate this, that’s up to you now.” After nodding in acknowledgment, I left the office. I took out my phone and called Mia. “Come to Room 1201 in Building 3.” I chose this location because it was the only classroom with working surveillance cameras. Seeing Mia arrive late, I felt a surge of anger that I had to suppress, maintaining a calm exterior. “You know, you could apply for a student loan. If you don’t know how, I can ask other students to help you,” I suggested. Mia still appeared hesitant and uncertain. “But student loans have to be repaid, don’t they?” she said. Hearing this, my tone became a bit more severe. “What do you mean? Are you saying you just want to get something for nothing?” “No, Professor Carter, it’s not that. It’s just that a loan of over $10,000… I feel a lot of pressure. I’m afraid I won’t be able to pay it back in the future,” she said, shedding a few tears again. These tears were almost becoming her signature move. I turned away angrily to calm myself, but then I noticed Tyler lurking suspiciously in the corner. Alright, it seemed the scene from my previous life was about to replay. This time, I’d let them experience what it means to reap what they sow. “Professor… could you sponsor me? I promise I’ll pay you back when I earn money in the future. I’ll always remember your kindness,” Mia pleaded. Inwardly, I thought, “Who wants you to remember it forever?” Seeing that I didn’t respond, she thought there was hope and continued. “If I don’t go to school, I’ll have to go back home and get married. I’m still so young, I don’t want to waste my life marrying just anyone, Professor.” I patiently advised her again. “You have many ways to earn money for school, but you insist on holding out your hand, waiting for others to help you. I’ve already promised to help you apply for student loans and work-study positions.” Seeing that I kept saying this, Mia’s expression became irritated. Then she took out a small knife from her pocket and forcefully cut her arm. It happened so quickly that I couldn’t react in time. I could only rush forward to grab her hand, preventing her from making another cut. At this moment, I saw Tyler taking photos from the corner of my eye. But I didn’t expose him. Instead, I quickly took Mia to the school infirmary. After an examination, there was nothing serious, just a superficial wound. When we were alone, Mia whispered to me. “Professor, I’ve already hinted very clearly. Are you really not going to sponsor me?” “That’s right,” I replied, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Fine,” she said, a meaningful smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
On the third day, the school’s website exploded. An anonymous post quickly rose to the top of the campus forum’s hot topics. [Professor Adam Carter of Business English Class 2 attempted to take advantage of a female student under the guise of sponsorship. When the student strongly resisted, the professor became physical. To protect herself, the student cut her wrist. I believe this incident has an extremely negative impact and sincerely request the school to take this matter seriously, giving everyone a reasonable explanation and resolution.] A photo was attached to the post. I have to say, the angle of the shot was quite good. It was clearly me trying to stop Mia from cutting herself, but it was shot in a way that made it look like I was forcibly grabbing Mia. Moreover, neither the wound nor the knife was visible in the frame. With such talent, it would be a waste to stay in school. I didn’t need to look to know it was Tyler’s handiwork. As soon as I left the dormitory building, I was surrounded by students, unable to move. “Professor! Is what the post says true? You look so respectable, how could you do such a thing behind closed doors?” “You’re supposed to be a role model. Are you even fit to be a teacher?” Some students from my class also spoke up in my defense. “Professor Carter isn’t that kind of person. The truth hasn’t come out yet, what are you all making a fuss about!” “That’s right! You don’t know anything about the situation, yet you’re questioning the professor. Is that appropriate?” Neither side was willing to back down. There was even a tendency for things to escalate into a physical confrontation. In the end, it was the security guards who dispersed the crowd. The principal also quickly summoned me to his office. As soon as I entered, I was met with a barrage of scolding. “Adam! Didn’t I tell you to handle this properly? What’s all this commotion about now? It’s not just about the faculty evaluation anymore. What about the school’s reputation? Do you know how big an impact this will have?” “I understand, Principal. Trust me, I’m being framed,” I replied. “What good does it do if I believe you! Do others believe you? What you need to do now is not to convince me, but to provide evidence to silence everyone else.” After giving the principal a firm assurance, I was also ready to counterattack. Tyler had posted that message while connected to the campus network. I found a professional technician who traced the post to Tyler’s phone. I confronted Tyler in front of the entire school. “You took the photo, didn’t you? Since you took the photo, you must have seen the whole incident. So tell me, what exactly happened at that time?” Tyler straightened his neck and replied righteously. “Of course I saw it. Otherwise, how could I have posted that message? I just can’t stand your hypocrisy.” “When you speak, you need evidence. You have to be responsible for what you say,” I pressed. Seeing that I was pushing too hard, Tyler showed a hesitant expression. But suddenly, Mia appeared at the bottom of the podium. “Professor Carter, don’t be hard on Tyler. He was just being too righteous. I can let bygones be bygones, so please stop intimidating him.”
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