Destiny? No, Just My Straight A’s
Language: en
I was obsessed with this sweet high school romance novel. The male lead was everything—my type, down to the last detail. So, there I was, curled up in bed, squealing "husband" at my phone screen, and then…poof. I was in the book. Not as the main character, of course. I was the side character he wouldn't spare a single glance for. Heartbreak. Despair. Resignation. Fine. If I couldn't win the heart of the male lead, I would win the heart of academia. And so, my new life began. I studied with a feverish intensity, my nose buried in a book while I ate, while I walked. Even on the toilet. By…