The girl I liked was the biggest fan of me and my brother. In order to pursue her, I told a big lie: "Actually, I like my brother."
From then on, I lived the life of a dramatist who broadcast my "secret love" to her every day and begged her "strategist" for help.
"Don't talk to him, I'll get jealous." "Help me analyze, is his circle of friends interesting to me?"
While eating melon, she personally arranged for her own CP, and dutifully advised me.
Until my routine was successful and her relationship was officially announced, CP fans all over the Internet were heartbroken.
