You Asked Me to Fill In, and I Brought Li Bai Here?

Here's the conclusion: I transmigrated here, and I seem to have broken my golden finger.

It's called the Literary Resonance System. As long as I understand the classics, I can bring the landscapes and emotions in poems to life, offering a fully immersive experience.

But now the entire school, teachers and students alike, thinks I'm a lunatic who practices witchcraft.

In my first class, I teach "Jian Jia," hoping everyone can experience the melancholy of longing for something unattainable. Instead, when class ends, a bunch of people are crying as they call their exes.

In my second class, I teach Su Shi, hoping everyone can feel the exhilaration of life being like a dream. Instead, three students are sent to the infirmary because the illusion felt too real, and I earn myself an investigation for a "teaching accident."

In my third class, I teach Li Bai, hoping everyone can experience the wild abandon of drinking away ten thousand years of sorrow together. Instead, I exhaust my mental energy and nearly burn myself down to the wick.

Xu Zhixing is on the verge of tears. "Hey, System, you said we were just appreciating the classics. Are you going to handle the aftercare or not?!"

System: "You're supposed to protect the literary heritage of Huaxia. What's the big deal about making this little sacrifice?"