I'm a Tutor in the Underworld

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1. New writer, limited skill.

2. This story is packed with melodrama, including but not limited to coercion, amnesia, betrayal, turning against one's allies, master and disciple, love and hate, and a groveling ex chasing his wife to the crematorium.

3. Career-driven, sharp-minded heroine who can handle anything x sweet on the outside, scheming on the inside, but hopelessly lovestruck hero. HE.

I used to be the Ghost Realm's young King of Hell. Now I'm the number one prisoner in the Immortal Realm.

On the day of the alliance selection tournament, they stripped off my prison clothes in public. Not for any other reason, but to let the Three Realms see how the former ruler of the underworld now looked like a dog on a leash.

I didn't care. What pride could a prisoner possibly have?

Inside Taihe Hall, the exam papers were handed out. I glanced at the essay question, and my pen stopped.

The whirlpool of memories was about to swallow me...

She had taught me this question.

Ten years ago. We'd just had an argument. She explained the question to me, and I deliberately said I didn't understand after every explanation. On the third try, she put down her pen and leaned back in her chair, looking at me.

"Naughty puppies don't get rewards."

Without another word, I lowered my head and worked out the problem, then looked up at her.

The corner of her mouth twitched. She reached out, gripped the back of my neck, and pulled me toward her.

Just before her lips met mine, I thought I heard her say, "That's more like it."

I remembered the answer to that question for ten years. I wrote down the answer she'd taught me herself, without changing a single word.

As I left the exam hall, a woman in an examiner's uniform was looking through the roster at the end of the corridor.

I only had to glimpse her profile to know for certain it was her: Chen Wuyang!

Before my mind could catch up, my body had already moved. I lunged at her, reaching straight for her chin with my right hand.

"Stop!"

The examiners around us swarmed in and dragged me away by force.

Protected by the crowd, she staggered back a few steps and gasped for breath, clutching her neck as she looked at me like I was a complete stranger and a lunatic.

No way. She didn't seem to recognize me!

They searched me, deliberately ripping open the wound on my shoulder before it had even scabbed over. I gritted my teeth and didn't move, just kept my eyes on her.

She lowered her head and looked through the roster again, refusing to meet my eyes.

So she really didn't remember!

That night, I was taken to the dungeon. Just as I was seething with nowhere to vent my anger, she showed up.

"The answer to the essay question," she said, stopping in front of me, her voice low. "Where did you learn it?"

How ridiculous. She was asking where I learned something she'd taught me herself?

"No one taught me." I raised my head and met her appraising gaze.

She actually smiled. "Not bad. I have high hopes for you. Whatever happens, do your best on the rest of the exams!"

During the martial arts trial, a vicious beast went berserk and drove me into a desperate corner. Just before my soul was about to scatter, I couldn't even be bothered to struggle anymore.

She descended from the sky and stood in front of me.

"The winner is Yan Qiu."

Her voice wasn't loud, but the entire arena fell silent. I collapsed to my knees behind her, my consciousness fading.

When I woke up, she had already taken me under her wing and kept me by her side every day.

She thought she was carefully training a promising talent, giving a criminal a chance to atone and mend his ways.

She didn't know that her disciple had a filthy mind. Every day, when she turned away, I stared at the small patch of skin at the back of her neck, the place I used to love biting most.

Every time, she seemed to sense something and turned around, asking in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

I lowered my head, trying not to think about those things. Forcing myself to remain calm, I said, "Your orders, my lord... I was looking at your orders."

Theme: Let's grow together, hand in hand, and become independent and self-reliant