Those Years I Spent Making Up the Numbers in the Mortal Realm

When Bai Qiulian walked through the university gates with her admission letter, she had no idea how serious things were about to get.

Take note: never touch the blue copy of A Love So Beautiful on Roommate A's desk, or he will make sure you learn what it means to wish you were dead.

Take note: don't flip through the red law books on Roommate B's shelf, or your brain will tie itself in knots until everyone looks like Zhang San, the notorious lawbreaker.

Take note: don't get curious about the jars and bottles on Roommate C's balcony, unless you want to be the next internet-famous weirdo under examination.

There's the neighborhood grandpa's ping-pong, the security guard's riot fork, the taxi driver's social skills, and classmates with all kinds of incredible talents...

Plain, ordinary Xiao Bai, who has no special skills at all, hugs her little pig cushion tight. "I knew it! I'm just here to make up the numbers!"

Did humanity forget to invite us supernatural creatures when it collectively evolved?

Theme: I believe in science! Don't be an ignorant know-nothing!