An Xiaoyao, that is, me, an ordinary middle-school youth in the 21st century, without a job, likes Japanese comics, domestic animation, and stand-alone games. Catching up with the time-travel trend, I also time-traveled in the usual way - I went out to collect food - I encountered a car accident - my vision went dark - when I came to my senses, I died... No, I time-traveled.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
