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Code Name: Cold-Blooded Tutor
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"Are you sure you want to participate in the 'Educator' experimental project?"
The professor asked me one last time before signing. His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, his gaze piercing.
"Once it begins, you will not be able to withdraw midway to ensure the purity of the psychological suggestion."
Without hesitation, I signed my name, the pen gliding smoothly across the paper.
"Of course, a three-month internship with a compensation of one hundred thousand." I lifted my head and met the professor's eyes directly. "I need this money."
He handed me a document. The paper felt cool to the touch, its edges almost unnaturally neat.
"This project requires you to play the role of a 'Cold-Blooded and Ruthless Strict Tutor', implementing strict discipline on the Three Problematic Boys."
He paused for a moment, lowering his voice.
"We will use special psychological suggestion techniques to immerse you completely in this role."
"No problem." I patted my chest, a confident smile curling at the corners of my lips. "When it comes to being ruthless, I'm a professional."
The professor smiled and gestured for me to lie down on the white recliner in the lab. The cold sensation seeped through the thin fabric into my skin.
The drug slowly entered my bloodstream. It began with a sharp sting, followed by a numbing sensation that spread throughout my body.
A voice echoed in my ear, clear and undeniable:
"Experiment number CR-97, objective: maintain the 'Cold-Blooded Tutor' persona and conduct psychological pressure tests on the Three Problematic Boys. Full bonus upon completion."
I nodded, my vision gradually blurring. My consciousness felt as if it were being unraveled, layer by layer.
When I regained awareness, I found myself standing in front of an opulent villa.
The sunlight was blinding, making the marble steps shimmer brightly. The roses in the garden bloomed vibrantly, their fragrance almost overwhelming.
The owner of the villa—internationally renowned psychologist Professor Liang—was waiting for me. He was tall, with an imposing presence that commanded respect without anger.
"Xia Leng, you've arrived."
His voice was deep and powerful.
"Here are the files on my three children; they have some special issues. I need to attend a three-month conference abroad and hope you can discipline them during this time."
I took the folder from him, applying slight pressure with my fingertips.
Opening the files, I saw three children arranged from tallest to shortest, like a WiFi Signal gradually diminishing in height:
Eldest Son Liang Mo: 17 years old, complex thoughts, suspected antisocial tendencies. The boy in the photo has a gloomy gaze, his lips turned down, keeping others at a distance.
Second Son Liang Chuan: 15 years old, taciturn, suspected depressive tendencies. His eyes are hollow, as if his soul has already departed, leaving only a shell to walk.
Youngest Daughter Liang Xue: 9 years old, overly dependent, severe separation anxiety. Her round face and large bright eyes reveal an underlying sense of unease.
"Don't worry, Professor, I will take good 'care' of them," I said, closing the folder with a cold certainty in my voice.
Professor Liang nodded slightly and turned to leave. His back was straight like a pine tree, and his steps were steady and powerful.
I stood in place, watching the black sedan drive out of the gate and disappear at the end of the road. A strange excitement surged within me. The experiment had officially begun.
As soon as Professor Liang left, I started executing the experimental plan.
The three children stood in the center of the living room, expressionless as they scrutinized me. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows on the floor.
"You, come over and massage my legs," I commanded, pointing at Liang Mo with an undeniable authority. According to the information, he was a quintessential Problematic Youth who looked down on everyone except his siblings.
Liang Mo narrowed his eyes, his gaze slicing through my face like a knife. The air thickened instantly, as if conflict would erupt at any moment.
To my surprise, he walked over and humiliatingly squatted by my legs. His shoulders were tense, and his knuckles turned white from exertion.
"Harder! Haven't you eaten?"
As soon as I finished scolding him, a sharp pain shot through my leg. Liang Mo's grip was so strong it felt like he could crush my shinbone.
I gritted my teeth, revealing no sign of pain.
"Liang Mo, right? Not bad," I said through clenched teeth, narrowing my eyes. "From today on, you three must complete all tasks I assign within the designated time every day."
Liang Chuan stood beside me with his gaze lowered, seemingly uninterested in everything happening around him. His slender fingers absentmindedly rubbed the hem of his clothes, betraying his inner unease.
Liang Xue hid behind Liang Chuan, peeking out with only half her little head visible. Her big eyes blinked nervously like a startled deer, ready to flee at any moment.
I surveyed the three of them and slowly added, "You must read the literary works I select every morning and evening; I will check your reading notes."
As the words fell, the expressions on the three children's faces instantly turned strange. Liang Mo's brows furrowed even tighter, Liang Chuan's eyes widened slightly, and Liang Xue pouted her lips, clearly unwilling.
I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Literature is something that all rebellious teenagers despise.
"From now on, you must eat on time, complete your homework on time, and exercise regularly." I raised a finger and traced an arc in the air. "Those who violate the rules will face double punishment."
I turned to Liang Mo, scrutinizing his stubborn profile.
"Call me 'Teacher Xia' and sincerely apologize, and I'll exempt you from today's reading assignment."
Liang Mo let out a cold snort and turned his head away. His profile was tense, and rebellious sparks flickered in his eyes.
"Such spirit!" I secretly admired him but deliberately put on a disappointed expression. "It seems you really enjoy reading; then you'll read all four volumes of 'War and Peace.' I want to check your reading notes tomorrow."
Liang Mo's expression changed, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something but ultimately chose silence.
Liang Chuan glanced at me silently, his gaze complex.
Liang Xue blinked her big eyes, looking helplessly between Liang Mo and me.
I turned to leave, secretly calculating my next steps. The first step was to establish absolute authority; the second step was to create divisions; the third step was to defeat them one by one.
The game of the Cold-Blooded Tutor had just begun.
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