Off Script: The Side Character's Guide to Love

Summary

I was recently reading a high school romance novel, and the heroine was basically my dream girl—exactly my type.

Just as I was screaming "Wifey!" at the pages in the middle of the night, I transmigrated.

But I didn't wake up as the male lead. I woke up as the invisible side character the male lead doesn't even glance at.

I grieved. I stomped my feet. I cried. I gave up.

If I couldn't win the heroine's heart, I would win at the GPA game.

So, I studied like my life depended on it. I read while eating. I read while walking between classes.

I even studied on the toilet.