Passerby Classmate a from Group D in Supporting Role Column

"—Is this what is called reincarnation?" One moment, he was chattering about the plot of a shoujo manga, and the next moment, he traveled into the comic world and became... A passerby with a background without even a dialog box. Looking at the featureless face in the mirror, Sasuki said she accepted it well. In my previous life, I was a transparent person in the class, but in this life I am a caricature and passer-by. In this way, Sasuki stood on the path filled with cherry blossoms, desperately swallowing the dry bread in her throat, and started her rose-colored youth in a not-so-splendid way. Just when she was preparing to hide in the shadows out of habit—— "Good morning, Sasuki-san." The refreshing and over-the-top vocals pop like summer soda. Zuo Yue raised her head blankly, and the boy's hearty smile caught her sight. She... Seemed to be seen by the cheerful and sunny male lead in the comics. Reading guide: 1. The heroine who is really afraid of passers-by, shrinks into corners every day + makes crazy complaints in her heart 2. 1V1 cookie, sunny and cheerful but occasionally black male lead × dark social fear but full of complaints about the female lead 3. A group romantic comedy with a relaxed overall style The next new serialized article, the column guides the way: "I am the only one who eats dirt in all Yamen" Yancheng changed overnight - the county magistrate suddenly died, the county magistrate committed suicide, and the county government was abandoned. Bi Qufei, a former clerk, lost his job and had to set up a shabby stall on West Street to earn a living. Until that day, the new county magistrate came through the snow. With a jade crown and ink clothes, his eyes were like cold blades, and he captured her figure at a glance. "I heard that someone pretended to be a county government official to investigate the case?" His voice was cold, and he met her eyes. Bi Qufei rolled up his sleeves and stepped back, laughing dryly: "My lord must have made a mistake..." Before he finished speaking, his collar tightened and he held her in his arms. "I am short of a scribe," he lowered his eyes at her, "Would you like to do it?" Since then, there has been a weak and poor scribe in the dilapidated county government office. Purpose: I wish you a happy life