Maxed-Out Charisma: Becoming the School Heartthrob Starting in High School

It's so beautiful, it's as perfect as a goblin fantasy!

A very good counterattack story, the writing is fresh, and the atmosphere between the protagonist and the girls is well described. I don't know if it will be a single female protagonist or multiple female protagonists. I personally think that the current important female characters all have their own characteristics. The hero's counterattack is not procrastinating, it is very satisfying, and there are not too many cliche plots such as slaps in the face. It is a masterpiece of counterattack stories😎! Author, please do your best to write more, your writing is really good! It's so cool that I took it in. 😍

This is a novel with many girls and completely pure love (rebirth but does not consider love at all, only responsible for attracting flowers, shadows and butterflies, improving charm, not dealing with it). Eating meat does not exist. The female protagonists are responsible for pulling the strings, while the male protagonists are responsible for ignoring them. In other words, the male protagonists completely give up on love, as pure as a white lotus.

It's a very enjoyable article about appearance, but it's too fast and I might not be able to write many words, but it has to be so enjoyable to feel comfortable. It doesn't matter if you write too little, but the more important thing is that if you write too much, the plot will be messed up.

This book should only exist in heaven, and it is rare to see it on earth! The writing is very moving, the words are as smooth and beautiful as a clear spring! It's like eating a piece of cold watermelon in the dog days of summer, so refreshing! Come on come on!

The high school life of a very good-looking poor boy turned into a handsome boy. You don't need to be rich, as long as you are handsome, others say you have no money, but you say I am handsome. Others say you are a softie, but you say I am handsome. Others say you have an average family, but you say I am handsome?

I must have been reading it for a long time. In my opinion, the early and even middle stages can be regarded as very brilliant writing on this type of subject. But it may be a matter of my personal preferences. The updates in the last two months, Singing King Sai and Little Moon, also moved me very much, but the plot of Aunt Xuan really made me dislike it, and even disgusted me. Of course, it may be my personal problem. I hope the author will write better and better. Come on.

I think this is a very good book, but why is the rating so low? There is nothing sinister about it, the girls all surround the male protagonist. The male protagonist doesn't lick the dog either. It's just that it wasn't very enjoyable when the male protagonist was developing in the early stages. It will be much better once the male protagonist's appearance improves.

I gave it a five-star rating, so where can I get the money? Could you please tell me where to get money after giving this book a five-star review? This is the first time I have given a five-star review without conscience, just to earn this money, to earn this money without conscience, so can you tell me how to get the money?

When her cornea was sewed into the bottom of my eye, she also pressed the weight of "living" into my bones. People say that love requires gazing at the eyebrows, but the love she taught me was to breathe for her every time I opened my eyes - every cloud and every wisp of wind I saw was the world she didn't have time to see. I rummaged through all my old things, and her face in the photo was completely cropped, leaving only the words "My next lover is me" written in pencil on the edge. Later, I didn't dare to love anymore. I was afraid that the new eyebrows would overshadow her warmth, and I was afraid that the light in my eyes would not be the one she gave me. So I went to many places with these eyes: when stepping on ginkgo leaves, I squatted down and touched the veins of the leaves, as if I were touching the ends of her hair; the wind in the snow-capped mountains hit the snow particles on my face, and I raised my head, always feeling that it was her kissing my forehead; the rain in the south of the Yangtze River wetted the bluestone, and I held her favorite white umbrella, and the water dripping from the edge of the umbrella was like her unspoken "I am here". I always cry in front of the mirror at night - the red bloodshot eyes are all the kiss marks she left on me. They say that I live in memories, but only I know: she is never a memory, but a concrete tenderness that I embrace every time I blink. You have never left. You are the light in my eyes and the shape of "love" that I remember in every inch of my skin.