Master, Do You Still Want Your Teaching License?

After working through the night to finish lesson plans, high school teacher Ruan Qingzhuo suddenly died and transmigrated into a book.

With no System and no tasks, Ruan Qingzhuo transmigrated as the leader of Taixi Sect, the greatest sect in the Nine Provinces. He thought he could lie flat and enjoy retirement early.

Then he finally saw the original plot...

Bai Siqing, the leader’s first disciple and the chosen one, turns dark after being abused by the original owner. He eventually becomes a fearsome demon lord, conquers the Nine Provinces, kills the original owner, and wipes out Taixi Sect in the process.

The inner sect’s sword disciple uses his royal status to bully his fellow disciples with impunity, eventually bringing misery to all living beings in the mortal realm.

The Moon Pavilion’s leader abuses his power for personal gain, while the Snow Pavilion’s leader is obsessed with profit...

In short, the sect’s future looks bleak.

And so does his own.

Ruan Qingzhuo sat bolt upright on the verge of death, looked at the teaching certificate in his hand, and felt his teacher’s soul ignite.

In that case, he’d show the cultivation world what it meant to promote quality education across the board!

*

Bai Siqing, the first demon lord in a thousand years to unite the demon realm.

He conquered the Nine Provinces, and countless people bowed before him.

He also dealt with the “good” master who had bullied him for years and driven him down the path of demonic cultivation.

But just as he was about to enjoy his unrivaled status...

He suddenly dropped dead.

Back at the beginning of his journey, Bai Siqing planned to take care of that evil master first.

But just as he was about to make a move, the master who had always tormented him reached out first.

When fellow disciples bullied Bai Siqing, Ruan Qingzhuo smiled to save his own skin. “So you’re the ones beating people up? Copy this cultivation manual two hundred times, then write me a three-thousand-word reflection.”

When an elder came by to pick a fight, Ruan Qingzhuo handed him a lesson-plan book. “Have you written your lesson plan? Your class observation notes? Your student mental-health records?”

“Elder, I’ll be sitting in on your open class tomorrow morning~”

Ruan Qingzhuo gave Bai Siqing all the thousand-year-old lingzhi and ten-thousand-year-old mystic crystals, following the principle that it’s hard to refuse someone who’s given you a gift.

“Do your best on next week’s monthly exam!” Ruan Qingzhuo handed Bai Siqing a cup of tea to drink.

Bai Siqing only belatedly remembered that he had drugged the tea: ...?

*

Ruan Qingzhuo really couldn’t understand how things had ended up like this.

The mountain on Xihe Peak was high and cold, but the people there ran hot.

The crimson-eyed man before him pressed close. The young man’s expression was unreadable as he leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Master, what if I told you I love you...”

Ruan Qingzhuo was on the verge of tears, unable to speak through his hoarse voice.

“My teaching certificate took me an entire semester of hard work to earn!”

Reader’s Guide:

1. Chuunibyou, overconfident, cunning top x seemingly sweet but actually sharp-tongued, cool-faced bottom

2. Both are sexually inexperienced; younger top

3. There is a subplot featuring a secondary couple

[The following is a blurb for a planned novel. Please add it to your collection~]

[Where’s the Campus Story We Were Promised?!]

How did I end up in the supernatural genre?

First High School is a place of outstanding people and exceptional ghosts.

Zhang Jun, the school’s ghost boss, said this as he blocked the group of ghosts behind him, who were dancing, snacking on sunflower seeds, and moonbathing.

“Everyone’s just working hard on their cultivation,” Zhang Jun declared, with a straight face and a pack of lies.

According to the records, ghosts’ viciousness increases in the order of aggrieved, resentful, wicked, fierce, and murderous. Among the most dangerous murderous ghosts, those dressed in red are particularly terrifying.

Zhang Jun was a red-clad murderous ghost.

But he was a good ghost.

Good ghost Zhang Jun had slept on the grounds of First High School for over a decade, only for some divine son of connections to descend to the mortal realm, build a school, and flatten his grave.

Zhang Jun couldn’t beat him, and had no one to complain to.

Fortunately, one day the god’s descendant finally enrolled at First High School...

Hahaha, it’s time to pay for what you did!

Zhang Jun laughed wildly, transformed himself into a First High School student, and prepared to set his revenge plan in motion...

Why had no one told him that modern high school students had to get up at six to prepare for an English dictation test?!

*

Li Que actually believed in the idea of past and present lives. The reason was simple: he had always retained memories of his previous life.

But Li Que’s wish was simple: he just wanted to be an ordinary high school student.

From six in the morning until ten at night, he repeated the same dull classes every day.

Then, on a night when he was coming home late, with the cold wind blowing and the sky dark, in an atmosphere perfect for a haunting...

The lover from his past life suddenly appeared and deliberately fell down in front of him.

Li Que held a pile of books, his face expressionless.

Oh, right. He could see ghosts, too.

He didn’t know why this lover from his past life suddenly wanted to kill him, or why a ghost who had been dead for over a hundred years was less powerful than an amateur Taoist like him.

Considering his memories of his past life, and the fact that this person didn’t look particularly bright, Li Que pretended not to know anything.

Zhang Jun believed him, so every day he openly chatted with the little ghosts beside him, using the public channel right in front of Li Que.

Then one day, as Li Que was studying with his head lowered, he heard Zhang Jun say again:

“I think I might have fallen for him. What should I do?”

Li Que finally couldn’t help asking, “You know I can hear you talking the whole time, right?”

Theme: Teach people to seek truth, and learn to be true human beings.