It was supposed to be a normal school trip.
I didn't notice the sudden downpour—I was sleeping soundly. Rain has always been like a sleeping pill to me. The bus rumbled down winding roads, tires slicing through puddles as water lashed against the windows.
Inside, the atmosphere was lively—students chatting, sharing snacks, teasing each other.
But for me, nothing had felt simple in months.
I had...
transmigrated.
Into a ------school romance novel.
sounds cliche , but the point is ...
I didn't even know such a novel existed. So how do I know it's a novel, you ask?
Because shortly after I started school here, I found a book in the library titled
Our Memories.
It was oddly unique—as it was written from the male lead's perspective, which is rare for this genre. But as I read further, I realized something disturbing.
This world i had woken up in few months ago matched the story.
And worse—my role, Shen Yi, was that of an idiotic school bully, one who gets slapped, humiliated, and used as comic relief every time he tried to mess with the protagonist, Lu Yiming.
It was embarrassing. My name, used like that.
So, I decided to check the main character in real.
Unexpectedly, he was nothing like the novel's victim. He was the kind of person you'd want to be friends with—calm, kind, quietly observant. I couldn't understand why the story had painted him so.
We got close. Became friends. Unlike the original plot.
We were already close when the trip began.
Now, seated apart, I was dozing off in the back beside Lin Yi—my longtime friend. Lu Yiming sat at the front with Xing Xing, the class vice president and his supposed love interest in the original story. As class president, he was discussing the itinerary with the teachers.
Outside, the rain intensified.
Thunder cracked across the sky.
The bus jolted.
The driver's voice cut through the chatter. "Teacher, I think we've drifted off our path. It's raining too much. We need to find shelter."
The teacher nodded. "Alright, let's do that."
Shen yi stirred in his seat, head lolling slightly. The bus shook again, harder this time. Thunder roared.
Lu Yiming turned around, peeking towards the back.
He spotted shen yi—half-asleep, swaying with the motion of the bus. He sighed, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
He walked over to Lin Yi. "Let's exchange seats."
Lin Yi frowned, ready to decline—until he noticed the seat was beside Xing Xing. His face lit up. "Nice! Bro." He moved at once.
Lu Yiming sat beside shen yi and gently pulled him closer, letting shen yi's head rest on his shoulder. Water began to leak through the window.
He placed his bag against the wet side and wrapped shen yi's shoulder with his jacket.
Shen yi mumbled, eyes half-open. "What are yo—"
The bus lurched violently.
Students screamed. Thunder cracked again.
Lu Yiming wrapped his arms around Shen yi, holding him tightly.
Before Shen yi could fully wake up, the bus screeched to a halt. Students clamored in confusion. Teachers rushed to assess the situation.
Shen yi tilted his head, still in Lu Yiming's arms, trying to peek out the window.
A flash of lightning illuminated an old building in the distance.