The blazing sun hangs high in the blue sky, as if it is a golden gem embedded in it. The dazzling beams of sunlight shine on a golden typing machine----Bumoge Academy.
I was wearing a black coat, a short flaxen wig, and carrying a suitcase. I stood at the door of the college, wiping the beads of sweat on my forehead, and muttered, "Oh... It's really brilliant... You actually want me to stay here for three months? And you have to dress up as a man... What kind of bet! Are you trying to decide whether I am a boy or a girl... Idiot parents!"
I was carrying a suitcase, and as soon as I stepped into this new college, I suddenly attracted a pair of nymphomaniacs...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
