Distant Thoughts of Water and Clouds

I woke up and had transmigrated!

My modern-day friend had transmigrated too, and somehow ended up as my brother!

Our parents are both men!!

OMG!

Could this era, with no Yangtze ahead and no Yellow River behind, get any more ridiculous?!

Of course it could!

Now that doors between time and space are opening as easily as bathroom doors, the way to go is to bring your friends and family along for the transmigration!

As the saying goes, every novel has three fujoshi, and when two guys get together, ten people help them along. After two hapless brothers had a melodramatic reunion, they agreed to forget the past and pursue their lofty ambition: "I'd rather die than get with a guy!" and "If I'm going to submit, it had better be to an unrivaled master!" And so began their ball-crushing lives of protecting their chrysanthemums, because everyone has a duty to do so...