I just wanted to graduate, but the campus heartthrob insisted on marrying me.
On the first day of term, I was squatting outside a milk tea shop, cursing out my online crush for standing me up. I looked up, and there he was, kissing the campus belle without a care in the world. I charged over to confront him, slipped, and somehow crashed my lips into another guy’s chin: Shen Yan, number one on the campus heartthrob list.
The whole place went silent for three seconds. I blurted out, “You’re a better kisser than him.”
Ten minutes later, the whole school knew I’d kissed Shen Yan. Twenty minutes later, I was branded a “flirt who’s charmed every campus heartthrob.” Thirty minutes later, the campus bully, Lu Ci, cornered me: “Let me see what you’ve got.” The underclassman Wen Yan blushed: “Teach me.”
I tried to explain: “It was a misunderstanding!” They nodded. “Got it, playing hard to get.”
I just wanted to graduate quietly, save up for tuition, and stay far away from this crowd of rich young masters and ladies. But the three campus heartthrobs started lining up to ask me out, the campus belle saw me as a thorn in her side, and the more I tried to explain, the more they thought I was hiding my true nature. Then I found out that Shen Yan was my online crush’s uncle, and he had known who I was all along.
Public humiliation isn’t scary. What’s scary is having a line of campus heartthrobs waiting to marry me.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
