[Western Crossover] Yise's Character-Building Game

[The settings jump all over the place. You never know when someone from the neighboring production might show up in this one.] [This borrows the setting of the Little Watermelon production. At first, the heroine just wants to join a club, hoping to turn a shameless comedy into a career-building game!] [Lots of love-triangle drama later on! Don't read if that's not your thing!] [The author is just really into how handsome all these guys are!] * Okay, let her think carefully. How did she get from twenty-first-century China to this world where productions keep mixing together? First, on her first day at the conservatory after returning home, she fainted in her dorm. Next, while half-asleep, she had a dream. Finally, when she woke up, she was back to square one, and had shrunk. "Why do I have to spend all my time at school with a bunch of childish kids? QAQ" Yise Meyer thought tearfully. Never mind why she'd turned into a different race overnight. The point was, she'd have to take high school and college entrance exams all over again! Then she saw the boy with a watermelon haircut sitting at the back of her class. Yise: ...What the hell? Yise: Elliot Speller?! Yise: Little Watermelon?! Yise: Did I get cast in some shameless British sitcom?! (Uncle) Yise: My number four top-tier crush! Here I come, hahaha! In short, this is the story of a red-haired girl who seems reserved, gentle, refined, and mature, but is actually lively, devious, and hilarious, as she rises to the top. "Anyway, don't get the wrong idea. We're definitely serious creative types." Facing Little Watermelon's uncle, Yise and the club president Asha silently raised their hands, looking like they hadn't abducted his nephew. In short, the worlds might have some similarities. "School life sure is exciting." Yise's eyes widened in shock. She never expected her number one, two, three, four, and five top-tier crushes to be hiding their talents in this awful middle school and awful class. The melancholic heartthrob Edward, whose under-eye bags don't diminish his looks? The adorable little lord who played the young master in Gotham? The beautiful blue-eyed Asha? Wait, are you all even from the same era? And, little lord, why did you come all the way from America to Britain? What other surprises does this place have in store for me? But when Yise got to know her crushes better, she discovered that each of their lives was stranger than the last. Yise: I have to say, I feel like a player going through the common route of a dating game. Wow, there's a heartthrob here for every type. * "All right, let's take a path we never imagined." Yise said this after completing countless performances and officially forming a band, more or less clearing the game. She folded her arms and tried hard to look cool, seeming calm. It worked remarkably well. The music club, once ignored by everyone, was becoming popular. "So, what should we call our band?" Little Watermelon was astonishingly quick to ask the first question. "The Five-Person Squad." Yise gave a sugary smile and announced it as though there were no room for objection. "What? You think that's a good name?" Elliot admitted that his language-processing system had crashed for a moment. The melancholic heartthrob's mouth twitched. He glanced at the well-mannered American little lord, whose expression had actually cracked for a moment. Only Asha, usually the calmest and cleverest, and Yise seemed satisfied. "That's a good name." "A wise compliment." In the end, the band wasn't called the Five-Person Squad. But a life-building game is still very much a life-building game. (Though somehow, the game seems to be heading toward a love-triangle free-for-all.) Theme: It's just a life-building story, that's all.