The Day We Broke Up, I Filmed Her

We broke up. She cheated on me. I spat. She cried. I didn’t. I was pretending. The System showed up. Fifty thousand yuan. The campus beauty came looking for me. I don’t love her anymore. What is love, anyway? Can you eat it? No. But money, you can. Spend money. Get rebates. Fifty times back. Scattered soul and shattered spirit? Doesn’t matter. My heart’s already dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. My electric scooter’s still here. The wind’s strong. I ride my e-bike. But now I have a System. You get it? You don’t. You have no idea. I’ve practiced this spit for three years. Precision-guided. Right on the bridge of her nose. She flew into a rage. I turned and walked away. Never looked back. Hongtashan cigarettes. Five and a half yuan. The cheapest kind. Because I spent all my money on her. Not anymore. Now I’ll spend it on the campus beauty. On every beautiful woman. Spend money, that’s all… Are you scared? I’m not scared… I’ll never be a bleeding heart. I’m cold-hearted… Hit that favorite button. Now. Don’t make me beg you.