What?! My Deskmate Is Actually an Unrivaled Heavenly Master!

I thought I’d have to tough it out for three years, but then a ridiculously handsome campus heartthrob became my deskmate and forcibly bound our souls together! He’s an exorcist big shot with incredible skills but a negative magic-power battery life. I’m his one-in-a-million “Pure Yang Body,” a walking cheat code. From then on, everything went completely off the rails: While everyone else stays up cramming, we stay up catching ghosts. I provide the energy, and he takes them out in an instant! My deskmate uses me as a power bank, while I share in his cultivation. I can even glean exorcism mantras from Marxist philosophy class! When we use our copy of the ubiquitous Five-Three exam prep book to storm the final boss’s lair, all I can say is: Who wouldn’t love a handsome, powerful big shot who can’t get by without me?!