A Chinese International Student at a Western Magic Academy

“Hello, everyone! I'm Fang Wenxi. Welcome to my channel. It's another early morning Potions class today, so let's get ready for an eight o'clock lecture. I can use the potion cauldron to cook up a nice hot bowl of wontons!” A handsome face appeared on screen, smiling. Black hair and black eyes, with distinctly East Asian features. But his backdrop was... a magnificent, towering magic castle?! Yes, just as you see. Fang Wenxi, a Chinese exchange student struggling through life in a Western magical world, cultivation edition. Because of his excellent grades (he was just too good at causing trouble), the dean of the Sword Cultivation College sent him (kicked him) out of the Capital Cultivation University, making him an honored international student. He was also charged with the arduous task of “promoting cultural exchange between East and West, and advancing friendly cooperation between the Eastern and Western cultivation (magic) worlds.” Cultural exchange, right? Got it. Fang Wenxi snapped his fingers, gathered his belongings, and boarded an ark bound for the magical world. Did this guy... really get it? The Sword Cultivation dean rubbed the chilly back of his head. Never mind! As long as we get this menace out of here first! A year later, Fang Wenxi stood outside the academy, holding a Pocket 3. As he filmed a vlog for his audience back East, he looked toward... Magical fields planted in neat rows with traditional Chinese medicinal herbs; blond, blue-eyed classmates speaking fluent Mandarin; and campus walls displaying the Core Socialist Values... He nodded in satisfaction. Honestly, he thought studying abroad was pretty great. The professors were kind (if you ignored the professor's furious shout: “Don't use your wand to fish things out of the hotpot!”). His classmates were friendly (“Hehe, luosifen is so good! Hey, Wenxi, where are you going? To play mahjong? Count me in! This time, I'll win back everything I lost to you last time, QAQ!”). Making money was easy (“Come on, peanuts, drinks, bottled water! Students on both sides, pull your legs in. This magical train is cramped enough as it is...”) Hm? What are the comments on this vlog asking? Fights? Campus bullying? Discrimination against other races? How could that be? Fang Wenxi chuckled. We're all very sincere, trustworthy, friendly, and kind to one another, aren't we? Of course, that would be a lot more convincing if you ignored the sharp flash of sword light beside him and the magic wand he was using as an improvised dog-beating stick. The other students hurriedly nodded along. After all, they didn't want to relive the terrifying scene of Fang Wenxi beating up a whole crowd by himself. That's right: Fang Wenxi alone, beating up all of them. S-so scary! Is this the terrifying power of the East? Mom, QAQ, they want to go home. ** In short, Fang Wenxi was very happy with his life as it was. The only thing bothering him was that, for the past few days, his study-abroad vlog, which was supposed to be uploaded to the cultivation forum, seemed to have gone to the real world instead because of a routing error. No matter, Fang Wenxi smiled. He'd add a disclaimer. At the end of the vlog, Fang Wenxi leaned close to the camera again. “Everything in this video is fictional and performed. Believe in science and reject feudal superstition. Western feudal superstition isn't allowed either!” Then he turned around with a flourish and flew off on his sword... no, on his broomstick. Viewers: Yeah, right! I don't believe a word you say! If you can, don't fly away on that broomstick! Wait! Aren't brooms supposed to be ridden?! Theme: Spread Chinese culture.