I Transmigrated into a Book and Became the Male Lead’s Archrival

One day, with nothing better to do, Ji Yao browsed some novels his younger sister had posted online.

The prose was good, and the characters were well drawn. It was the story itself that was... hard to describe.

To put it kindly, his sister’s thoughts jumped all over the place. To be blunt, she wrote whatever came to mind, whenever the mood struck, without caring whether one part of the story connected to another.

“Tch, this is good enough to get published?” he scoffed, then put down his phone and went straight to sleep.

But when he woke up, he had switched to another world...