Do I Still Have to Teach After I'm Dead?

[Commenting by paragraph is enabled] [Updates follow the rankings when there’s a ranking, and every other day when there isn’t. If it can enter the paid serialization program, updates will be daily.] Resilient, kind, tsundere woman × Gentle, scheming peacock of a man Mu Nanyin was an utterly ordinary high school teacher. One day, a student stressed her so badly that she died of a heart attack. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated to a remote mountain where even the birds wouldn’t shit, wearing ancient clothes. The bad news: She had transmigrated with no power, money, status, golden finger, or even household registration. The good news: A powerful, wealthy, influential man said he could get her registered. But she had to stay and teach at the academy. Well, teaching was teaching, but why was he giving her so much money? She went back to her old profession and joined the academy. Besides teaching, she also had to handle all kinds of issues between the students. When she saw a student who’d been cheated and forced to work at a restaurant, she stepped in to help. When she saw an arrogant, domineering student who looked down on everyone and framed others, she reasoned with him and appealed to his better nature. Bullying the weak and forming cliques? She’d put an end to all of it. In just one year, a group of young hooligans became model students. Mu Nanyin also began her path to becoming a master teacher. Xiao Wenli came from Jiangnan’s richest family and was extraordinarily talented. The emperor personally appointed him to come to the capital and run the academy. One day, as he played the zither on the mountain, a woman wearing a tattered set of men’s clothes stood before him, holding a cup of hot tea and listening intently, her eyes wide. A kindred spirit is hard to find, and a true listener even harder. At their first meeting, she was somehow able to understand the meaning behind his music. He gave her a cloak and asked if she was willing to go to the academy. If she wasn’t, she could wear the cloak down the mountain, and that would be the end of it between them. Back at the academy, while he was fretting, a guard reported, “Someone is here to see you with your cloak.” With a clatter, the Go piece fell from Xiao Wenli’s hand. A gust of wind from his hurried steps blew out the candle inside. Reader notes: 1. The heroine has a character-growth arc, but she isn’t an overpowered female lead. 2. The heroine has a slight everyone-loves-her quality, but except for the male lead, no one has romantic feelings for her. They’re drawn to her personality as friends or admirers. 3. Some supporting characters are pretty detestable at first. 4. The setting is partly fictional, so don’t scrutinize the details. 5. The heroine disguises herself as a man early on. 6. One-on-one romance, both leads are each other’s first and only, happy ending. Here’s a preview of my upcoming book, I Open a Bank in the Cultivation World Blurb: Qian Zhao studied finance at a top program at one of China’s best universities. After graduating, she spent eight years as a bank teller in a small town. Once a high-achieving student full of ambition, she was gradually worn down by life until she lost her drive. She didn’t dare change jobs, pursue a master’s degree, or take the civil service exam. One night, on her way home from work, Qian Zhao got into a car accident and transmigrated into a xianxia novel she’d recently read. She wasn’t the protagonist or the antagonist, but an ordinary passerby with no spiritual roots. Unfortunately, demons and monsters were rampant where she lived, and the slightest misstep could cost her life. Just then, the male lead, Yun Su, happened to be passing through. Summoning her courage, Qian Zhao asked to borrow some of his magic power. “Lend me 100 points of magic power.” “Why should I?” “Once I make it through the next few days, I’ll pay you back 110 points.” Yun Su lent it to her, and Qian Zhao managed to save her life from the demons and monsters. But now the male lead had a sword at her throat. “Give me back my magic power.” Qian Zhao closed her eyes and let her limbs go limp. “Pretending to be dead won’t help.” Qian Zhao opened her eyes and grabbed another passing cultivator. “Hero, could you lend me 110 points of magic power? I’ll pay you back 120.” Yun Su watched from the side. “...” Unable to pay back the 120 points, Qian Zhao grinned and asked Yun Su to lend her 130 more. Unable to pay back the 130, she owed him another 140... This couldn’t go on. After observing for many days, Qian Zhao realized that some people had more magic power than they knew what to do with. What if they all deposited it with her? The Cultivation World Magic Power Bank was now open for business. Theme: Carry on the spirit of selfless dedication among teachers.