I Transmigrated into a Book and Just Want to Keep My Head Down, I Really Didn't Mean to Steal the Heroine

"Great-great-grandpa! The novel you've been following has updated!"

"Oh, good great-grandchild... Ahem, quick, bring me the phone!"

"This... old author who hasn't updated in fifty years has finally found his conscience. Let me see what he... updated..."

He ran off!

So Xing Min transmigrated, having been angered to death.

After transmigrating, Xing Min looked down at their waist and lightly pinched the blue-and-white fabric between two fingers.

"Damn it, what's with this skirt? It's so weird!"