These days, transmigration doesn't seem all that unusual.
But when I see other people transmigrate, at least they're still human;
even if they turn into animals, at least they're alive.
So why did I transmigrate into a campus ghost story?
Turning into a ghost from one of those stories would be bad enough, but could you please stop trying to exorcise me...
I'm just an ordinary young ghost who wants to lie flat, binge-watch shows, and eat fries, popcorn, duck feet, boneless chicken feet, pork belly, potato chips, plum-flavored chicken cutlets, Corn Puffs, sunflower seeds, ice cream, cake, chocolate mousse, and spicy hot pot. I really don't have some tragic, misery-filled backstory!
There's a ghost story at X City High School. At the start of every new semester, one lucky class is randomly chosen to have an extra, invisible ghost student.
It's said that anyone who sees him will either die in an accident or, at the very least, fail an exam.
The victimized students form an exorcism club and try all sorts of ways to exorcise him.
First, holy water and salt don't work.
Then they try to resolve the ghost's lingering resentment: making his parents apologize, getting his teacher sent to jail... They try every method, but none of them work.
Not only do they fail, they even end up being comforted by the ghost.
Today is another day of shedding tears over the tragic plight of this beautiful, kindhearted ghost.
Bottom: Just offer me some sugary drinks and I'll be happy.
Top: They're yours, all yours.
This is a lighthearted, healing little sweet treat.
Blurb written on 2022.8.12
Theme: Face life with optimism!
