Summary
During my senior year of high school, I moved alone into an old house on the outskirts of town.
But strange things kept happening.
The moment I set my workbook on the desk, it vanished.
Under my gaze, a pile of paper airplanes sprouted from the floor.
Until one day, I poured a glass of cola, but when I took a sip, it tasted bitter, like medicine.
I got a little annoyed and was about to lose my temper.
Suddenly, I heard a roar echoing from somewhere: “What the hell! Where’s my herbal medicine? I brewed it for three damn hours!!!”
Me: “???”