I wrote this story six years ago, but I've forgotten the outline and plot I had in mind back then. I stopped after eleven chapters and want to finish it now. It will probably be around a hundred thousand words. I plan to bring my old work to a proper conclusion.
There will be no romance in high school, but there will be some later. No underage dating, no underage dating.
By accident, I transmigrate into a youth-angst novel and become one of its female supporting characters.
Zhen Liyu only wants to know: What is underage dating? Can you eat it?
