A girl pretending to be a boy at a school full of werewolf candidates has no business being this funny, but the show commits completely to the absurdity without winking at the camera. Every scene milks the tension of discovery, the awkward anatomy lessons, the casual werewolf worldbuilding that treats transformation like puberty with fur. This is what happens when a premise that could coast on novelty decides to actually be clever instead.
Shushu's got a problem: she's landed an enrollment spot at an elite academy for aspiring wolfmen, a legendary institution where only the most brutish and wild survive. Problem is, she's a girl, and revealing that fact would mean instant expulsion. So she binds her chest, deepens her voice, and commits to the bit, determined to prove she belongs among the fanged and furred hopefuls. What follows is a comedy of constant near-misses and escalating absurdity. Her classmates are boisterous, competitive, and aggressively masculine in every way. Shushu must keep up with their ridiculous training regimens, their primal wolf transformations, and their complete inability to understand basic human hygiene, all while maintaining her disguise. Every shower, every dormitory moment, every transformation sequence becomes a minefield of potential disaster. The show thrives on slapstick chaos and the mounting panic of someone in way over their head. It's short, punchy, and knows exactly what joke it's telling: sometimes the funniest thing is watching someone commit entirely to the most absurd premise imaginable and refuse to break character.