The students’ families aren’t all rich or powerful, but overall, the quality is definitely top-notch—there’s no shortage of children from highly educated backgrounds in each class.

Otherwise, why would graduate students from top teacher-training universities be scrambling to get a job here as elementary school teachers?

In such a highly competitive environment, it’s unbelievable that Ethan Sutton could be so irresponsible.

Yes, she knew that Edward Sutton’s nanny wasn’t just any ordinary nanny—she was hired at great expense to both take care of daily life and tutor academics.

But can that really compare to a father’s companionship and guidance in growing up?

This was something Ethan Sutton could just wash his hands of, but William Brooks couldn’t allow herself to turn a blind eye.

It was her duty and mission as a teacher.

So, she opened WeChat and sent Ethan Sutton a stern message.

[William Brooks: Has Edward Sutton finished his homework?]

Twenty minutes later.

[William Brooks: ?]

Fine.

William Brooks let out a cold laugh and opened Weibo.

She wanted to see just how busy this big celebrity really was.

So busy he didn’t even have time to check on his own son.

She hadn’t expected her timing to be so perfect—the very first real-time post that popped up when she searched “Ethan Sutton” directly revealed his whereabouts.

[User 酱子贝早点睡: Aaaaahhh, Mr. Bolton’s livestream today—short-haired Ethan Sutton is so handsome!!! I’ve already fainted, sisters, come collect my body later!!!!]

William Brooks didn’t know who this Mr. Bolton was. She kept browsing the thread for a while before figuring out that this Mr. Bolton was the famous Emily Bolton.

He’s a milestone figure in the Chinese music industry, a producer who, at the height of his career, created many well-known songs and launched the careers of many singers. Ethan Sutton is considered his “last disciple,” and usually addresses him respectfully as “teacher.”

The song that made Ethan Sutton famous, “Little Silkworm Classmate,” and the album of the same name, were both produced by Emily Bolton.

In recent years, this producer has been semi-retired, with few new works, but he’s taken a liking to livestreaming platforms, occasionally chatting with fans or singing old songs online.

Following these clues, William Brooks found her way into Emily Bolton’s livestream room.

As soon as the screen popped up, Emily Bolton’s face filled the entire display, startling William Brooks.

He squinted at his phone, adjusting the camera for quite a while. Only when the odd decorations above his head were finally gone did he relax back onto the sofa.

As he leaned back, the previously blocked view was revealed.

Emily Bolton’s living room is a vertical layout, with a dining table behind the sofa. Only a floor lamp was on, and Ethan Sutton was eating under the light.

He was far from the camera, and the lighting wasn’t very bright, but it was still clear that his hair had been freshly cut and styled—much shorter, his forehead exposed, looking far less disheveled than a few days ago.

But William Brooks didn’t care about any of that.

She’d originally thought Ethan Sutton was livestreaming for work, but after watching for a bit, it was obvious he was just hanging out at Emily Bolton’s place, happened to appear on camera, and wasn’t busy with anything serious at all.

The moment William Brooks rolled her eyes, Emily Bolton turned and waved at Ethan Sutton.

“Come over and chat! Everyone’s waiting for you.”

Hearing this, Ethan Sutton glanced over, then walked over with his water cup.

As he approached the camera, his features became clearer. The neat short hair no longer covered his eyes, and the bright light gathered in them as he looked up.

Even though it was just through a phone, it felt like he was making eye contact across the distance.

For a moment, William Brooks was a little dazed, as if he’d caught her watching his livestream.

Luckily, he quickly stopped looking at the camera and lowered his eyes to read the comments.

Actually, Ethan Sutton wasn’t very enthusiastic about this kind of idle livestream.

If he’d known earlier that Emily Bolton would be streaming today, he wouldn’t have come over for dinner.

But now that he was already on camera, he couldn’t embarrass his teacher.

It was a weekend night, prime time for internet traffic.

The comments were coming in fast and furious—there was no way Ethan Sutton could read every single one, so he just skimmed through them.

William Brooks sat at her desk, feeling nothing in particular—not excited at all.

After all, she wasn’t really here to watch Ethan Sutton’s livestream.

But seeing him seriously answering questions from the comments, William Brooks suddenly had an idea.

Her face was still cold, but the corner of her lips curled into a tiny, mocking smile. She tapped her fingers and typed a message.

[Orange-loving zws: You’re livestreaming—does that mean you’ve finished your homework?]

As soon as she sent it, William Brooks watched it get instantly buried in the flood of comments.

But the next second—

Ethan Sutton: “I finished it.”

William Brooks: “?”

She stared at the screen in disbelief, blinking.

At that moment, Ethan Sutton happened to be looking at the camera, their gazes seeming to meet.

Did he really see it?

No way, right?

She’d just sent it on a whim—could it be?

William Brooks was a bit stunned, spacing out for a while. When she looked down at her phone again, the chaotic comments on the screen had suddenly become unified.

They were all copy-pasting the same sentence.

[Spread the word, Ethan Sutton’s new song is finished—new album drops tomorrow!]