My name is Mo Luna. I am 12 years old. I am an authentic Chinese, but my parents gave me such a foreign name. Our elementary school is simply not an elementary school for people to attend! There is a lot of homework, and I have to assist the teacher in compiling outlines, rehearsing plays, giving speeches, and debating. . . . So I jumped off the school rooftop and died. But I don't seem to be dead? As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a strange world, with birds singing and green trees shading me. I stood up and found that I had become what I was four years ago. Take a closer look and see something is wrong. . . . . . Ah, I'm two-dimensional! ! ! ! ! ! ! My hands are no longer like those in three dimensions, but like those in anime! ! ! ! Me me me me. . . . . Wear or travel through time? "Are you okay?" I looked up and saw a boy about the same age as me now. "Yeah!" I have to say he's quite handsome. . . .