After I cracked my head, I discovered I’d transmigrated into a book, becoming a vicious supporting female character destined for a miserable end and a violent death.
Then I checked how far the plot had progressed, and went numb.
I’d offended the male and female leads beyond repair, was getting vilified across the internet after appearing on a show, and was a pretty but useless girl with no way to earn a living besides her looks.
I was screwed.
If I wanted to avoid dying on the street, I had to think of something.
I needed a government job. I’d take the civil service exam.
