Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building - Chapter 1 - You Make Me Sick_1

In the beginning, when they all thought that she was “he”….

ML #1: We will be brothers for life!

ML #2: This time I’ll reluctantly let you have the #1 seat.

ML #3: I will properly repay royal teacher!

ML #4: Ah Rong is my closest little brother, I trust him.

Afterwards…

MLs: I’m seriously such a fool.

MLs: What do I do, I think I’m gay. I fell in love with my bro/rival/teacher….

Afterwards….

MLs: I’m straight! As straight as steel!

Note:
MC is a girl crossdressing as a boy, she knows how to fight, and naturally possess the gold finger halo from the author.

All the ML(s) is the same person, 1v1, sc, HE

- Description from Novelupdates

Jobs, hobbies, lifestyles—the world has advanced to a point where nothing can be separated from VR anymore. And now, a VR game was released using the most cutting-edge technologies; its name was “Boot Hour, Shoot Curse.” Our protagonist had no choice but to play solo during the closed beta test, but once the game officially launched, she made lots of friends (but not necessarily with the players), formed a huge clan (but not a clan of players), and matured as an individual.

“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.

Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear.