She woke up from a nap only to find, to her dismay, that she'd transmigrated. Well, so be it. Her parents had more than one daughter anyway. Maybe the transmigration god had kindly erased her existence from her old world.
The world of Prince of Tennis? Great. Sure, she might get blinded by all the flashing now and then, but it was still better than a high-risk world.
Her family background was pretty good. At least she was a rich young lady.
Hyotei? The setting was nice. Aside from that noisy fan club and the host-club boys wandering around with tennis rackets every day, everything was quite normal. Better than Rikkai with its mutant rabbit people or Seigaku with its vegetable-green uniforms.
Vice president? She figured the Hyotei student council must have some perks, but it turned out she was basically just a gofer.
Her personality? Oh, previous self, why did you have to be expressionless? This is way too difficult. Can she get a different personality?
Expressionless, expressionless... What is she supposed to do? Aaaah...
This is a story about a fake poker face meeting a real one.
The heroine is a fake cool-headed, fake poker-faced type, and she tends to make snarky comments. She's not all-powerful and can't play tennis. There may be occasional cheesy drama. Enter at your own risk if that's not your thing.
P.S. This story is not VIP-locked. Updates are irregular, but it will definitely be completed. Feel free to jump in.
The sofa is mine~!!! Destroy hahaha
Um, sorry, I forgot to rate it.
- -!!!!! Can I sweat a little bit?
"My big baby, you are finally back. Mom misses you so much." "My little baby, daddy misses you too." These two sentences shocked me Charred on the outside and tender on the inside~!
Not bad~ Not bad~ Don't be careless and continue to face paralysis!
Stare. . . . So loving. . . Come on. . . .