[Oh oh oh!!! Can I really see this? I'm actually a girl? Reverse it! Reverse it! I damn well order you to reverse it! Don't force me to kneel down and beg you!]
At the dining table, his mother had already prepared breakfast, fragrant scrambled eggs and synthetic bacon, while his father complained about the economic downturn while watching the news projection.
Everything seemed normal, with even his body and mind telling Jackal that this was the life a young girl yearns for—how happy, how wonderful.
But the more it was like this, the more disconnected Jackal felt.
'I have my own parents thank you, don't randomly assign me a mom, I'm not breaking anything.'
Moreover, this kind of life... is just ordinary.
Though Jackal wasn't born into a wealthy family, at least he didn't worry about food and clothes, his parents treated him well, and he was quite diligent, winning several provincial computer awards.
