After graduating from teacher’s college, Song Xiange is trying to decide where to work when he suddenly receives a job offer.
“Following divinations of Heaven’s secrets and calculations based on the stars, we are pleased to appoint Mr. Song Xiange as a full-time teacher at the School of All Heavens.”
A few months later, at a reunion with his former classmates, everyone eagerly discusses their students and schools. When it’s Song Xiange’s turn, he scratches his head.
“Most of my students are adults, and every one of them has a strong personality. They like to come to class dressed in cosplay. They have such over-the-top names, too: Guanyin Bodhisattva, Nezha, Erlang Shen, and that one called the Victorious Fighting Buddha. He’s covered in golden monkey fur and won’t take it off even when it’s forty degrees out. Just thinking about it makes me worry he’ll get heatstroke.”
His classmates grow interested and ask him to tell them more.
“Our school has a Gods and Buddhas class and a Demons and Ghosts class. The demons and ghosts are into cosplay, too.”
“That Daji never dresses properly. I always have to cover her shoulders for her. What if she catches a cold and spreads it to the other students?”
“Yazi can fit my whole head in his mouth when he opens it. He loves joking around with me like that. He’s very lively, but his teeth are just too long and sharp. I’m always worried he’ll puncture my head.”
“Bai Suzhen’s tail is three meters long. She even uses it to keep the beat while singing ‘White Snake Beneath Qingcheng Mountain.’ I have no idea what kind of battery her tail uses, but it lasts forever.”
“Nie Xiaoqian floats when she walks. I’ve watched her for months and still haven’t found the trick. Do you think she’s studied magic?”
“To stay in character, the Demons and Ghosts class always insists that I teach at midnight. I’m a little worried that if this goes on, I’ll start losing my hair.”
Song Xiange talks away happily, only to notice his classmates staring at him as if they’ve seen a ghost.
The class monitor cautiously asks, “Xiange, don’t you feel like something’s off?”
Song Xiange laughs heartily. “You really think they’re gods, Buddhas, demons, and ghosts? No way. They’re just a bunch of ordinary people with chuunibyou.”
Theme: There’s no end to learning
