My Students Aren't Human?!

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Fresh graduate Ji Mingxi is assigned to teach at a village school. He can put up with the classroom being so dilapidated it looks like a haunted house, and even with students who are lazy, skip class, and hate studying. But he can't put up with the fact that this awful school doesn't have a single other teacher!

How can the flowers of our motherland be made to suffer like this!

He prepares lessons, teaches, cares for his students, and strives to be a good teacher, only to find strange things happening all around him. The more he tries to catch students skipping class, the more he finds, and people from outside keep entering the school to play some kind of exploration game.

These people aren't just disrupting their classes, they're spreading rumors that his students aren't human?!

Who could put up with that!

Late at night, an unplugged monitor displays an interview:

Student One: I used to be a great demon so terrifying I could stop children crying just by showing up... You ask about now? Teacher Ji checks attendance at night, so I can't get out.

Student Two: Run wild and do whatever I want? I'd love to, but first, do my homework for me.

Student Three: A student? I don't even have a head. Do I look like a student to you? Those brats who skip class better hope Grandpa doesn't catch them! If I catch even one, I'll make them finish every worksheet I've been forced to do myself, and then double it!

When the long-sealed school reopened, a paranormal forum posted:

[The school containing over a hundred sealed supernatural creatures has reopened. Everyone, unite and go to the school to exterminate the monsters.]

A few months later...

[Do not enter the school! Everyone who goes in is forced to do homework all night!]

*This story takes place in a fictional world and is made up from beginning to end. Don't compare it to real life, don't believe in superstition, and believe in science.

*70% anti-piracy text.

*Updates are irregular, usually at night. Little angels can check back the next day.

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Blurb for "It's Over, I Mistook the Demon Lord for a Gift!"

On the day Mo Shushu turned eighteen, someone clubbed him over the head.

When he woke up, he was wearing wedding clothes and sitting in a bridal sedan.

The person he was supposed to marry had black hair and red eyes, and radiated a murderous aura. He didn't look like he was there to get married. He looked like he was there to kill someone.

Mo Shushu: *slurp* He's exactly my type.

A demon, fearsome-looking, powerful, unbelievably handsome, a marriage before love, forced romance: every single one of these is his type. He's so grateful to his loving senior brothers and sisters. He adores this coming-of-age gift!

Mo Shushu was eager to make a move, but still held on to his principles and modesty. Shyly, he asked, "Are you doing this of your own free will?"

The tense, fight-ready atmosphere on the other side paused for a moment. The man's expression turned strange.

The gift from his elders was exactly to his liking, but it was a little too innocent. No matter how much he hinted, the man didn't understand. But that was fine. Having read romance stories since childhood, Mo Shushu could teach him. As the mascot of the Hehuan Sect, he was never short on initiative or shamelessness.

His coming-of-age days were always so much fun, until he received a message from his Master:

"That damned Demon Emperor. He abandoned you without a second thought, and now that he's arranged a marriage alliance with the demon clan, he's remembered you're his child. Don't be afraid, Shushu. I'll come get you right away. Zhe Han, the Demon Venerable, has killing intent in his bones and nothing in his head but murder. He's not our kind of person. Whatever you do, don't provoke him. Just hold on for a few days, then come home and I'll introduce you to a real hunk."

Thinking about what he'd been doing lately, Mo Shushu covered his mouth and cried. Master, you're too late. I've already done what I should and shouldn't have. I wonder if I'll even live to see tomorrow.

Mo Shushu was a wimp, but he knew when to listen. He packed up in the middle of the night and prepared to run, but hadn't even made it out the door when he ran into the man wreathed in dark energy.

Strange romance books were scattered all over the ground. The blood-red pupils of Zhe Han no longer held nothing but pure killing intent.

"You haven't finished learning what's in these books. Where are you going?"

Theme: Responsibility and love can make flowers bloom in even the most barren desert.