Lin opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Looking at the familiar cat-eared maid in front of him, he realized that he had transmigrated into a romance-oriented galgame!

Who could have expected that a truck would chase him for five whole streets, then fly up to the fifth-floor rooftop and smash him to death?

“Why did I have to transmigrate into this useless minor villain?”

Lin clutched his head and complained.

“If the protagonist can do it, then I can do it too.”

Lin said this with confidence.

“Miss Cecilia, you should treat yourself a little better.”

“Nana, you are my most beloved maid.”

“Miss Yuzakura, could you have a little more confidence in yourself?”

“Senior Hannah, just hide behind me.”

“Midori… that’s a beautiful name.”

What do you mean, no.