Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 43: The Nine-Holed Fish Should Stop Showing Off
Chapter 43: Chapter 43: The Nine-Holed Fish Should Stop Showing Off
Sang Chuan suddenly threw a tantrum, leaving Sang Ning utterly baffled—nobody even provoked him.
She and Hu Zhi came back in the middle of the night, and not only did he not greet them with a single word of concern, he even rubbed salt in Hu Zhi’s wounds, making fun of her, and gave both of them a cold face.
If it weren’t for the fact that it was late and she didn’t want to disturb others’ rest, she would’ve definitely taught Sang Chuan a good lesson.
Almost an adult now, yet his bratty temperament is still through the roof.
After a quick wash up, Sang Ning went into her room.
The brick house she was staying in had one single bed and a bunk bed. Grandma Song was already sound asleep on the single bed.
The production team had installed cameras in the room, but they were already covered up. Feeling assured, she changed clothes and climbed to the top bunk, leaving the bottom bunk for Hu Zhi.
As soon as she closed her eyes, the System’s voice rang in her mind.
"Host, congratulations! Today you’ve gained 30,000 new followers on Weibo, bringing your total follower increase to 40,000. Your growth progress is now at 0.04%."
Sang Ning lazily replied, "Just 30,000 new followers? What’s there to celebrate?"
"Of course it’s worth celebrating! I analyzed the demographics of your new followers. Aside from 10,000 being haters, the rest are all neutral viewers!" The System’s voice grew excited.
Sang Ning was also surprised. After just one day of live streaming, her negative image had started to turn around.
That was definitely good news for her—after all, gaining neutral followers was the key to reaching 100 million fans.
The next morning at 6:00, when the sky was still dusky, Sang Ning climbed out of bed.
She planned to head next door to wake up Sang Chuan, but just as she reached the door, it opened, and Sang Chuan walked out.
When Sang Ning raised her gaze, she saw Sang Chuan yawning while tears streamed down his face. His hair was a mess, looking like a bird’s nest, and dark circles loomed under his eyes.
"Were you out stealing someone’s heart last night?" Sang Ning quipped mockingly.
Sang Chuan shot her an irritated glare—it was all her fault.
The thought of how differently she treated him compared to Song Shiye had kept him tossing and turning, too frustrated to sleep all night.
"You’ve got 10 minutes to get ready. In 10 minutes, meet me at the round table in the courtyard. Today’s study session begins on time, and I’ll personally tutor you." Sang Ning’s tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation, giving off major school principal vibes.
The courtyard had cameras installed too. Although it was early, some early risers had already entered the livestream room.
[Sang Ning is so fake. Fine, I admit she looked cool beating someone up yesterday. If she kept up the ’vigilante heroine of the entertainment world’ persona, maybe she could turn public opinion around and gain some fans. But now this forced ’academic overachiever’ act is such a turnoff.]
[+1. I was just starting to warm up to her, and now she’s pulling this nonsense. Haven’t enough celebrities failed trying to fake the academic angle?]
[There’s only one true academic goddess in the entertainment world for me, and that’s Wen Jiu. Not only was she a Best Actress winner, but she also pursued a graduate degree in finance at Tsinghua University. Too bad she’s quit the industry.]
Sang Chuan was already in a foul mood, and now Sang Ning was dragging him out of bed early for a study session, which only made him more irritable. He ran his hand through his messy hair. "Just you wait!"
Just wait and see how he would drive her up the wall later. If even the top-notch teachers at school couldn’t save him, does she think she’s Confucius reincarnated?
[Oh, this is gonna be good. I can already tell Sang Chuan is super resistant. This whole scene feels like she’s forcing a duck onto the rack.]
[Studying really depends on fate. Some people just don’t take to it, and no amount of pressure will change that.]
[Oh, come on, don’t sugarcoat it like that. It’s just an excuse for people who can’t handle the grind of studying.]
[Don’t worry. Life will teach them. If they can’t bear the hardship of studying, they’ll just have to suffer through the hardships of life instead.]
Ten minutes later, Sang Ning was already washed up and seated at the stone table.
At the same time, Li Juezhou also opened her livestream.
He had a habit of morning workouts. Though he figured Sang Ning probably wasn’t up at this hour, his body acted instinctively. While standing on the treadmill, he naturally turned on the giant TV in front of him, tuning into Sang Ning’s livestream.
A round table appeared on the screen. On the table were a few books and notebooks, and leaning back in the chair with her eyes closed was Sang Ning. Her right hand rested on the table, spinning a pen idly.
The camera was positioned at a distance from the table, making it hard to see the specific titles of the books laid out.
Li Juezhou was a bit surprised. Judging by her industry bio, Sang Ning had graduated with a degree in film from an arts university.
By that standard, her academic credentials were more than sufficient for working in the entertainment industry. He couldn’t quite figure out why she would wake up so early—what was she even studying?
He started jogging on the treadmill, curious about what she would do next.
After just a few steps, the camera captured a face. Though he didn’t dislike this face, he couldn’t say he liked it either.
"Sister Sangsang, I heard you’re tutoring Sang Chuan?" Song Shiye approached the round table, pulled out the chair to her right, and sat down.
Sang Ning abruptly opened her eyes, glanced at Song Shiye, and gave a slight nod. "Yeah."
"Can you tutor me too? I’m a rising senior now, but my foundation is really weak. I’m worried I won’t meet the minimum cultural score requirement for next year’s college entrance exam." Song Shiye was surprisingly candid, completely unbothered by portraying himself as an academic underachiever in front of the camera.
[Most celebrities either try to fake an ’academic genius’ image or avoid the topic of their educational level altogether. Song Shiye, though, is something else—he’s always flaunting his academic shortcomings.]
[Or maybe—just maybe—he really is a terrible student and doesn’t need to fake it. Apparently, he repeated his sophomore year twice, and according to his classmates, his teachers once subtly suggested he stay back a year because his grades were beyond salvation.]
[So what? In this day and age, good looks are king. Even as a self-proclaimed academic failure, Song Shiye’s die-hard fans worship him like crazy. It’s honestly pitiful.]
Song Shiye thought Sang Ning might say something comforting or polite, but to his surprise, her expression turned cold.
"After taking so many exams, are you just now realizing your foundation is weak?"
Song Shiye’s smile froze instantly. Sang Ning continued, "The maximum score for the A Province college entrance exam is 750. The cultural cutoff for arts majors this year was only 270. As long as you’re of average intelligence and put in even a little effort, you can easily reach that score. Yet you’re telling me you’re worried you won’t meet the minimum? Are you kidding me?"
Sang Ning was well aware that Song Shiye was a beloved idol with a huge fan base, many of whom were underage students with impressionable minds.
As a public figure, he had a responsibility to set a positive example and promote good values. His laissez-faire attitude could negatively influence some of his fans.
Her words weren’t pleasant, but it was necessary to get Song Shiye to straighten up.
[Wow, Sang Ning really doesn’t hold back. Isn’t she afraid of being torn apart by Song Shiye’s fans? His fandom is brutal—they’ll rip anyone to shreds.]
[I’m with Sang Ning on this one. The bar for idols today is way too low. If we keep glorifying mediocrity, society will prioritize entertainment over education. Who’ll want to study hard or pursue serious research anymore?]
[But let’s be real—can Sang Ning even back up what she’s saying? Word has it she barely scraped by the college entrance exam to get into her arts university.]
