The "Simp System" Has Arrived: the More I Lick the School Beauty's Boots, the Stronger I Become?

"Su Qing, this is the twentieth time I've confessed to you! Please be my girlfriend!" I knelt on one knee in a heart-shaped circle of candles outside the girls' dormitory, holding a bunch of cheap plastic roses (costing 9.9 yuan including shipping), my voice trembling as if I had Parkinson's. The crowd burst into laughter. Someone started counting: "Nineteen consecutive losses! Twenty consecutive losses! Chen Fan has broken the school record!" Su Qing stood on the steps, her long hair flowing, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. She was wearing a white dress today, looking like a fairy descended from heaven—if only she didn't have that fly-swallowing expression on her face. "Chen Fan,"