Summary
I woke up as the prickly third male lead in a romance novel—and fell for the devoted second male lead at first sight.
Wherever Zhou Yang went, I followed.
Everyone shipped us, and I was ready to come out—until he declared, “If I’m gay, I’m a dog!”
Fine.
If he didn’t want me, the sports college next door had plenty of handsome alternatives.
So why was Zhou Yang suddenly cornering me against a wall and going, “Woof, woof”?


