The Everyday Life of Someone Who Doesn't Want to Transmigrate

Transmigrate to another world? Transmigrate to a crossover world? Transmigrate into a fanfiction world? Sorry, no thanks. From then on, every day is spent... Doing 720-degree flips to avoid car crashes, backstabbing, and tripping on flat ground and landing on the back of my head. Doing Thomas-the-Tank-Engine-style spins to dodge falling billboards, flowerpots, and handsome boys (or girls). Swimming through the air to deal with people falling into the water while rescuing someone, slipping into the water, or sleepwalking into the water (?). Give it up. No matter what transmigration method you try, you can't make me transmigrate. No way. The result is that I've sent off my neighbor, my deskmate, the person in front of me, the person behind me... and even my young homeroom teacher. Me: ... Author: Hehe XD So, as the author's very first ridiculous darling, I set off on a one-way journey to rescue big shots from different worlds. Don't worry. I've got a cheat, so I'm not afraid. Writing dark stuff left me emotionally wrecked and unable to update, so I started a new story. It's nothing but silliness. The protagonist is a chuuni who doesn't know it, a lazy high school student. Everyone who transmigrates is an original character. This is a tribute to all kinds of lovestruck, arrogant young masters, Mary Sues, and similar characters, but there are no villains. No villains. No villains. No villains. First person. First person. First person. That's all for now. I'll add more if I think of anything. Theme: Keep your feet on the ground, behave yourself, and stop daydreaming.