I Haven't Even Written It Yet, and You're Already Copying

In her previous life, Shen Zhiyao was an innocent college guy. She opened her eyes one day and found herself in the body of a little girl.

She could put the whole gender thing aside for now. Her life plan was crystal clear: make it to eighteen, copy all the songs, books, and scripts from her previous life one by one, earn enough for an apartment, then coast through life doing nothing.

Unfortunately, she had transmigrated a little too early. In this world, publishing works before the age of eighteen was forbidden.

Then she would wait.

On the first day of her first year of high school, she realized something was off about her deskmate. This person knew all the songs and books she hadn't written yet, and even knew which one she planned to copy first.

Because in his memories, all of them had already become wildly popular across the country.

The problem was, he was planning to copy them too.

Shen Zhiyao sprang to her feet and slammed the table. "Plagiarism is shameful, you know that?"

Jiang Xuyuan remained calm. "You're plagiarizing too."

Shen Zhiyao: "...I'm bringing culture into this country. How can you call something scholars do plagiarism?"

Updates are irregular. If you're lucky, there'll be one. I'll try to manage two chapters a week.