Synopsis
I got reincarnated into a novel as some minor young lady with zero plot relevance. My plan? Just live quietly and stay out of trouble. But then I ran into every single main lead. In kindergarten, of all places. Of all the timing! "Stop staring. Move." "……I will be entering the Academy ahead of schedule. You are hardly at the appropriate level." "How does the young lady have the nerve to speak to me!" I was honestly excited for a second — but not one of them seemed even a little happy about me being there. Still, these are the…
