My Psychic Is Too Weak to Take Care of Himself

Sometimes I can't tell the difference between dreams and reality. Some things in dreams made me think they happened in reality; some things in reality made me think I was in a dream. Just like this, I stumbled to the age of twenty. One day, my handsome uncle, a foreign teacher of Latin, suddenly called me. I quickly admitted my mistake to the professor: "I'm sorry, professor, did I forget to hand in my homework again?" "I am a vampire." The foreign teacher said, "I can borrow your medium's blood for use." Huh? I can't even figure out when I was dreaming. It's written for fun, it's not long, there's no outline, it's just looking for things, looking for things, looking for things. The male protagonist chooses between a professor and a werewolf senior. Purpose: Cherish your talents.