Everyone else who transmigrates into a book gets to be the heroine or a supporting female character, slap the trashy male lead and dunk his head in a trash can, then make a triumphant comeback.
I transmigrated into a book and became the plot’s hall monitor.
Employee No. 748. My motto: clock out on time. Anyone who keeps me from going home is asking for trouble.
This month, I’ve dealt with:
19 people who shoved the male lead into a trash can,
37 who slapped him,
and 128 who yelled, “I’m done putting up with this!”
Could you transmigrators come up with something new? And could you stop causing trouble right before I’m off work?
Then I met Lu Chen, an S-rank transmigrator who’d gone off-script.
In the original novel, he was the devoted second male lead, secretly in love with the heroine for ten years before dying to save her.
Now he’d been playing League of Legends at an internet cafe for three days straight, shouting about pentakills louder than anyone else.
Me: “Lu Chen, come with me. You’ve gone off-script.”
He looked up casually, lollipop in his mouth. “Let me finish this game.”
Me: “No. I get off in ten minutes.”
Him: “Stay an extra hour. I’ll buy you milk tea.”
Me: “Deal.”
From then on, the entire novel world went off the rails.
Male lead: “Where’s my supporting female character? Why isn’t she pestering me anymore?”
Heroine: “Where’s my second male lead? Why isn’t he in love with me anymore?”
Lu Chen and me: “Sorry, we’re off work. Come back tomorrow.”
Transmigration into a book, modern romance, comedy, lighthearted, subverting the tropes, office workers, sweet romance, feel-good fiction
