I teach in impoverished mountainous areas. On this day, the student's parents asked me to borrow money because they wanted to go to the hospital if they were sick. He had borrowed money from me five times before using this reason. I borrowed money every time because I sympathized with the poor families of the students, but they never paid it back and never went to the hospital. So I didn't agree this time. He yelled and cursed, saying that I was going to force him to death. On my way to the village for a home visit, he pushed me off a cliff and fell to my death. The students said that I was cold-blooded and deserved to die. After my death, the students' parents held a live broadcast online to remember me as the "most beautiful rural volunteer teacher." Eat my human blood steamed buns and make a lot of money. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn.
