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I died of a heart attack after reading a 100k entertaining BL novel that was so tragic that I wanted to go to the book and yell at them.

So that's what happened. Really.

Hope transmigrated, not as the vicious supporting role or canon fodder ABCD but as an extra.

Hope: Have you ever heard of the saying God helps those who help themselves?

She was there cause some system messed her up.

She doesn't want to help anyone anymore.

She's the second male lead's sister.

The second male lead is the sunny boy with common sense in a world without it.

The friend who wants to sleep with you and then dies.

Yeah, no thanks.

So she fucking interrupted all the ways her father and stepmother were meeting.

Since the plot was collapsed until the author couldn't recognize it anymore. She took the matter into her own hands and fucking faked an unrequited love for the main character.

Why him? 

Because one mf can't explain stuff to him.

He wants a script. She gives it to him. 

 What a nice relationship, right?

No emotions invested.

No one ever told me this guy was bisexual.

Ncp knows she is an Npc

I walked around the school grounds.

There were a bunch of boys just playing basketball.

One came right from my opposite direction and nearly hit this girl in the face.

I caught it in the air because why not. She looks so cute, just like my doll back there.

My original one. Not this one or the one before this.

I slept with all my dolls arranged on the bed with my sister.

I had twenty dolls. My favorite was a girl with woven hair.

They all got lost, and now I can't see them anymore

I don't remember that world that much now.

"Are you alright?" A guy asked her.

"I am fine," the girl responded, her ears all red.

"Thank you!" She thanked me then smiled.

She had a dimple on her left cheek.

I think I have a crush on her now.

I nodded in what I hope was a nonchalant manner.

I turned back and left without looking back.

My hand hurts. Do you think I can go to the clinic and get an ice pack?

Just bear with it. One side of my brain told me.

It hurts so much. The other side responded.

I found a bench to sit down and started scrolling through my phone.

The new policy stated that we couldn't go on our phones during instructional hours.

We were not allowed to have it with our physical being in class.

Including headphones, laptops, and electronic devices.

The Canadian government gave us a chromebook instead.

The bell rang, and I turned to leave.

The rest of the day was pretty nice, and I started the project.

There was a new student in our class.

His name was Fenix, I think I know it from somewhere.

I had a diary or rather a book where I summarized the last novel I read because it is usually like that in novels.

You read a book, you get hit by a moving truck and then transmigrate.

He has pale skin, soft pink lips, and piercing blue eyes that stand out against his dark, slightly wavy hair. His eyebrows are well-defined, giving him an intense yet melancholic expression. His facial structure is sharp yet smooth, with high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin.

He gave off very otherworldly vibes.

"Indroduce yourself," the teacher said

"My name is Fenix Duncth. Hope we get along." He said with a smile.

He was the transfer student that Will was talking all about.

I don't remember anything that goes beyond one year, but I remember things I should've forgotten like my first popsicle. I remember it clearly like it hadn't been fifteen years ago.

"Sit near Elena," the teacher said.

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Author: What should I make this guy? Male lead or the second male lead.

I am moving today, so I couldn't write much.

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