The day I won the professional gaming league championship,
my girlfriend of seven years said she was coming to bring me flowers.
On the awards podium, I happily pulled out a ring, ready to propose.
But she turned around and handed the bouquet to the childhood sweetheart standing beside me.
The handsome man and beautiful woman had the whole internet swooning, with wave after wave of congratulations pouring in.
Fans of my girlfriend’s childhood sweetheart tagged me: “Simp, simp, in the end you’re left with nothing. Have you congratulated our guy and Sister Niannian yet?”
I replied calmly: “Respect. Congratulations. You two are locked in for good.”
