Song Xingmin received a package of unknown origin.
There are no traces of transportation, no logistics labels, and it is as new as if it was placed at the door.
He opened it carefully, and inside lay a diary that looked weathered.
Just after turning a few pages, my vision went dark——
When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting in the high school classroom
Song Xingmin:? ? ? I want to go home
There was no other way. In order to return to reality, he decided to find a way to find the owner of the diary.
So finally one day, he bumped into this cold young man who was as cold as a kaolin flower.
Song Xingmin, who has read various time-travel-themed works, believes that in order to return to the real world, according to the routine and logic of such stories, it may be necessary to complete a certain task.
What is the mission...? Song Xingmin stared at the pretty face in front of him and thought seriously.
He carefully recalled the contents of the diary
Could it be...
Fall in love with him? !
Song Xingmin:? ? ?
I'm a fucking straight man! ! !
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
