Even Surrounded by Big Shots, I’m Still Pretending to Be the Unrivaled Hero

Gong Aiao was a soft, adorable 1.75-meter-tall pretty boy who firmly believed he was the chosen one and the center of the universe.

His father was a fake young master hopelessly addicted to web novels, while his mother was the only daughter of a financial dynasty who still thought she was the belle of the ball even after the family went bankrupt. Growing up in that atmosphere, Gong Aiao inherited his parents’ supreme self-confidence. After getting into the top magic academy on the continent, he looked around at his noble classmates and sighed pityingly:

“Alas, all of this will be my kingdom one day.”

On his first day, he pointed at the imperial crown prince. “You. Be my underling.”

The crown prince looked at the little guy in front of him, a head shorter than himself, with cheeks soft as dumplings, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

On the third day, he told the academy’s strongest student, “Your magic is only good enough to pave the way for me.”

The senior stared at him coldly, but when Gong Aiao turned away, his Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.

On the Nth day, a group of people cornered Gong Aiao against a wall.

Gong Aiao lifted his chin. “What? Have you finally succumbed to my charm and decided to bow before me?”

The imperial crown prince pinched his cheek. “Bow to you? We want to, ”

Gong Aiao: ???

This isn’t how the story’s supposed to go! Aren’t chosen-one heroes supposed to build harems? Why are all these people fighting over me and treating me like the darling of the group?!

Only later did he realize that a true heartthrob didn’t need to conquer lands.

Just standing there, he was already someone else’s entire kingdom.