I Became My Idol's Dining Buddy

I'm a young woman in the prime of my life. Maybe I'm not stunningly beautiful or exceptionally pretty, but at least I look like a normal person. I've spent twenty years living freely and keeping up appearances, never imagining that one day I'd be posted on the campus confession wall for eating rice out of a bowl.

And the person who posted me was none other than the school's universally acknowledged dream guy.

A dream guy I really admired, too.

Listen, that's the sound of my dignity shattering.

But life has to go on. Sticking to the principle that "I'm not that important," I firmly believe that sooner or later, the buzz around this will die down.

In a few days, no one on campus will remember that I ate rice out of a bowl. I'll pick up the pieces of my dignity and carry on like a champ.

Once I'd sorted out my dignity crisis, I finally took a closer look at the post on the confession wall.

Everyone who knows me knows I'm practically immune to the confession wall. I hardly ever get posted there, so it's no exaggeration to say that I wanted to etch those words into my DNA.

Fortunately, I still had a little sense left.

After carefully reading the words my dream guy had posted, I finally understood: he had posted about me because he wanted my help improving his appetite.

Could I say yes to that?

Of course I could. I'm not very good at getting along with guys, and I still get a little nervous around them, but as a successor to the great socialist cause, I know we should be honest and friendly, help one another, and get along harmoniously...

Fine, I'll come clean. I just wanted an excuse to feast my eyes on a handsome guy.

And so I became my dream guy's mealtime companion.

A considerate, lively, cheerful but somewhat insecure and sensitive sweetheart x a warm, healing guy who's been devoted to her for a long time, and is a little gentle and caring too.

Look, sparks are flying.

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