Ma Tao lifted the lid of his Doraemon thermos, blew on the goji berries floating on the surface, and gently sipped.
As a ghost who had struggled for most of his existence, he had decided to lie down and accept his fate after entering Class 13.
In the past, he had earnestly studied ways to find a Substitute Ghost, spent his days in the classroom building poring over school rules, and his nights running to dorms working overtime hunting for prey. He toiled day in, day out, lived frugally, all to shed his ghostly identity and become human.
For years he dared not slack off, yet what was the result? His dormitory-mate was harvested by the rules, their soul scattered to the winds, and he himself had fought tooth and nail to enter Class 13, only to find it was just another school.
Without a sense of happiness or belonging, he turned around in a panic, only to see in the mirror that he had become a stranger to himself, his youth gone without even ashes left behind.
