The Fragile Daily Lives of the Elite School's F4 Suddenly Fall Apart

I’m the little white flower heroine of a rich-kids’ school novel.

Don’t ask how I know. It’s a long, sad story.

After I transmigrated into a book, I looked at the four frail, pitiful boys who were nothing like the original cool, cocky, domineering, handsome F4, and was a little dumbfounded.

These are the F4? Are you sure they aren’t the S4?!

The original 185 cm wild and unruly F1 becomes a 175 cm tsundere puppy who gets angry easily.

The original 193 cm powerhouse F2 becomes a 173 cm weakling who can’t even open a bottle cap.

The original 186 cm aloof top student F3 becomes a 172 cm airheaded dummy.

The original 188 cm cool delinquent F4 becomes a 174 cm crybaby who cries when punched once.

Can you believe it? They’re even more delicate than the real white-flower heroine here!

And that’s not all. There are always weirdos at school with their eyes on the F4!

Fine, then. I’ll be the one to protect these “flowers”!

And so...

F1 gets into an argument with someone.

Me: No matter what, it’s the other person’s fault!

F2 misses a shot in a basketball game and gets mocked by his teammates.

Me: So what? So what? Everyone makes mistakes!

F3 can’t solve a difficult problem.

Me: The problem is at fault, not you.

F4 gets hurt in a fight.

Me: Does it hurt? It’s all his fault. His bones are way too hard!

Then, one day...

[Negative effect of transmigrating into a book: the frailty aura has been removed!]

What? What the heck?!

F4, lying on my lap, opens his eyes and looks at me with a sharp, amused gaze. “What’s wrong?”

F2, who has just finished showering and is drying himself, suddenly grows twenty centimeters taller. Muscles full of power show faintly beneath his bathrobe.

F3, who is studying nearby, is no longer using basic arithmetic flashcards, but actual problems from the International Mathematical Olympiad.

F1, who was cursing while playing video games, no longer sounds like he’s acting cute. Every word now drips with menace.

Me: Wait... System, shouldn’t you explain this to me?

[Helpful reminder: The world you’re in is not a novel world.]

Me: ...

Me: ???

Oh crap, I’m scared. What do I do?

Anyone there? I need help, now!

F4 is the gong. The whole story is told in third person. Both leads are virgins, and both are adults when they get together.

Theme: Everything is moving toward the best possible outcome