My Student Is the Evil God

After sleeping for a thousand years, an evil god woke up as a spoiled wastrel everyone loved to hate. Tired of hearing "Where do you think you're going, you monster?" the evil god decided to live like a normal person.

But it seemed they were about to fail a makeup exam.

They decided to chase down the bespectacled guy they'd just driven away: Teacher, I'm helpless, please save me.

Lin Zhiyi, the pride and joy of Q University, whose wrist had nearly been pulled out of its socket: I think you're threatening me.

*

They woke from their slumber to find an unfamiliar, strange ceiling above them.

The scent of women's powder, their soft hands, their red lips, all crowded in from every direction.

They were sick of it and decided to send out their tentacles and throw them all out.

Who could have guessed that the door would open again?

A bespectacled scholar walked in carrying a fruit basket. Once he understood what was going on, his face darkened and he scolded them: "Outrageous!"

That's when they understood: Ah, so it was still that world where everyone hated them.

*

At his teacher's request, Lin Zhiyi went to visit his junior, who'd driven his car into the sea while speeding to chase women.

But even with his arm in a cast and his face bruised, the junior still couldn't resist flirting with a gaggle of pretty girls.

Lin Zhiyi felt that their department's reputation was bound to be ruined sooner or later by Shen Can, that shameless womanizer.

Later, Lin Zhiyi decided that sooner or later Shen Can would get him sent to prison.

The little teacher could only stand stiffly on a stool and scold Shen Can from above:

"Don't sell your own handmade crafts as antiques to gullible customers!"

Shen Can (them): Oh.

"Your assignment was great. Don't do it again. Nobody pickles salted fish in blue-and-white porcelain!"

Shen Can (them), who's done it many times: But Teacher, you praised my hometown's specialties just yesterday.

Lin Zhiyi, now aware that those specialties were pickled in blue-and-white porcelain: ...

Lin Zhiyi said wearily, "And Shen Can, tomorrow at the assembly, you're going to clarify that our folklore department isn't a bunch of paparazzi who spy on people's lives."

The one being spied on, themself: But Teacher, you really do seem like one.

The next second, a hand covered their mouth.

Them: Sneakily licking it.

"All right, all right. Now it's my turn to ask questions, Teacher."

"Teacher, Teacher, do you like tentacle play?"

"Black ones are fine, pink ones are fine too~"

Lin Zhiyi gritted his teeth. "I don't need that."

Theme: Be an ordinary person