It's over, I pushed the protagonist down. The banana peel that had not yet landed on the ground passed through me together, almost causing the heroine to slip. She managed to stabilize her body, but was pushed down by me who still maintained the original position of the heroine pushing the person. . . The heroine who woke up with old and new grudges piled up together must not abuse me like this or that. . Writing about a time-traveling female supporting character who counterattacks and reaches the pinnacle of life to marry a rich and handsome man is not something I am good at. It's too difficult, I can't. Just kidding, of course contemporary college students regard watching the excitement as their benchmark in life. Wait, I realized in hindsight that I seemed to have provoked a terrible creature.
Concept: The lilies in the book are blooming