The Taoist Girl: Something’s Wrong with My School

When I was six, I gazed up at the stars. The clouds of colored light were in the south, the dark moon in the north, and I drew qi into my body.

My grandfather was so terrified that he grabbed my hand and ran for thousands of miles.

On the first day of school, the Taoist arts class didn’t teach civics. Chinese class taught talismanic script. The homeroom teacher was scarier than a Taoist priest.

At school, a mysterious powerhouse shows up every day to save the world.