Dear student Li Jin, congratulations on being admitted to our school!
Forget about your parents who want to put you in a mental hospital. What do they know? True genius is always misunderstood by the world. This school is not a penal colony, it is a paradise! It's a shelter! The ultimate classroom for kids like you who can see!
Here you will learn:
How do you get along with the Mr. Wrinkly Man under your bed and make him your after-school tutor? (P. S. It may know those ancient formations better than you.)
How to elegantly tell whether your classmate is possessed by a low-level spirit or is engaged in a deep self-exploration? (Tip: Look at the eyes, if there is a hint of philosophical confusion in the emptiness, it is probably the beauty of post-modern art.
When the school's red line boundary is ignited by a wraith using a "will-o'-the-wisp" as a barbecue grill, should we put out the fire first, or should we first consider that this scene actually has a post-modern artistic aesthetic?
When your best friend Xiaoyu turns into a giggling zombie with abstract expressions, how do you plan a unique "birthday congratulations" party for her?
