Just before she transmigrated into a book, she was on her way to a date with her sweet younger boyfriend when a car came out of nowhere and sent her flying.
When she woke up, she had become the protagonist of a book she had once read, titled The Art of Being a Player.
She had a huge pond full of fish, with another fish waiting at every turn.
To stay alive longer, and really to make up for never getting to go on that date with her sweet younger boyfriend, she picked the most well-behaved and obedient boy from her pond. He called her “sis” at every turn, his voice so captivating that she couldn’t help wearing a lovestruck grin.
She thought that if she simply followed the plot, then in two years, when all her fish swam away on their own, she could enjoy life as a rich woman. How pleasant and carefree!
But no matter how carefully she planned, she never expected her pond to explode right then and there.
The most obedient one showed up at her door, eyes red, and backed her into a corner, step by step.
“You said I was the only one you liked. So who are they?”
