The sixties, a space, supplies, the Period, academic prodigies, scientific research, big shots, light fantasy.
I never thought I'd transmigrate one day just from reading gossip. Hmm, why isn't this like I imagined?
Where's the apocalypse? Where's the ancient world?
How did I end up in the seventies? No matter, the seventies will do. No one can stop me from being a lazy fish who reads gossip.
Hey, hey, you big shots behind me, why are you following me?
Medical big shot: "No, no, I'm not a big shot!"
Scientific research big shot: "I'm not worthy. Please don't call me a big shot!"
No, no, that's not right. I'm the one who's not worthy. I just want to be a lazy fish.
(I'm a newbie, and this is my first time writing a story. I'm no good at writing introductions. (•‾̑⌣‾̑•)✧˖)
