You Can Never Be Conquered in the World of Romance

My name is Wen Heng, and I am an ordinary female college student. That's how it should be. But the problem is - this world is a huge collection of romance novels. Everyone is carrying an invisible "script", and I happen to be able to see the plot hints. On the playground, the school basketball captain made a three-pointer, and a line of golden characters popped up above his head: [Sunshine Basketball Boy x Cold-faced Student Council President, I was attracted by it at first sight. In the cafeteria, the transfer student looked around with a dinner plate, and small pink letters floated above his head: [Gentle Healing Girl x Lonely Genius Boy, Healing Reservation. Even when my parents go out to buy groceries, an elderly version of pink characters will appear above their heads: [Twenty-five years of marriage, I still hold an umbrella for you. What's even more shocking is that there is a heart-shaped progress bar above everyone's head, which will slowly fill up according to the heart rate. I have personally witnessed the whole process of my deskmate from 0% to 100% - three months, full of heart, locked in, irreversible. Then he started to bring his own BGM, and I was forced to listen to "Heartbeat Beating" for a whole semester. I swear, I don't want to be like that. Since then, I have set a set of rules of conduct for myself: I will not look at anyone with a "target" label on their head for more than three seconds; I will not pick up anything with the special effects of "Destiny Encounter"; I will not participate in high-risk scenes such as "rooftop", "infirmary", and "classroom after school"; if someone plays BGM to me, I will turn around and leave immediately. This set of guidelines has been in operation for three years, and the effect is remarkable... It's strange. I am so ordinary, why do I always attract love lines and encounter Shura fields? At the campus cultural festival, the class monitor organized a dinner party and insisted on dragging me along. A line of words popped up above his head: [Dinner Love Incident. Trigger probability: high. I broke out with an earth-shattering cough on the spot, and said hoarsely, "I have a cold and I can't go." Everyone at the table silently moved their chairs further away, but the squad leader appeared in front of me with antipyretics and porridge and said, "It's not interesting to have a dinner together, so I don't trust you." No. Is the look of me coughing so hard that I'm short of breath exciting? On the way home from school, my childhood sweetheart boy was sitting on the bench holding his guitar and said he had learned a new song and wanted to play it to me. After he finished playing the intro, I opened my mouth and made a donkey sound—accompanying his guitar at the top of my lungs, out of tune throughout, and turning a love song into a heavy metal sound. I waited for him to let me go in disgust, but he was silent for three seconds, smiled, and said, "You sing pretty well." No. What's so sweet about the donkey's braying? After gym class, in the locker room, I bumped into a long-haired "girl" dressed as a girl. The top of his head began to flash wildly: [Warning! The identity reveal event is being triggered! Once I expose him, I will be the "first person to know the secret" in his script. I got close to his face, with a sincere and silly expression, and asked: "Your skin is good, what skin care products do you use?" Then I patted his shoulder and left without looking back. The next day, he took the initiative to sit next to me and said, "You are the most different in the whole class." No. I didn't realize you were a boy, so you think I'm "special"? The school bully and the monitor were fighting in the corridor. One was grabbing the other by the collar, the other was holding the other by the sleeve. At the same time, the gray words "Identification of Love Rivals" popped up above their heads. My childhood sweethearts and school sweethearts were in a stalemate at the school gate for twenty minutes to grab the hair tie I left on the playground. In the end, the hair tie was torn in half, and one person took half of it. No. What are you fighting for? I didn't agree to anyone? ? ? Even if I am trapped in the Shura field, I still maintain a heart that is not attacked. If the progress bar increases, hide. If you can't hide, pretend to be stupid. If pretending to be stupid is useless, it will physically disappear. Until one day after school, I opened the shoe cabinet and a letter fell out. Pink envelope, heart-shaped sticker, faint scent of perfume. Love letter. Rule 6 of the Romance World: Receive a love letter = you must reply within three days. Reply "OK" = enter the love line. Reply "bad" = "play hard to get" "she is so special". This is a dead end. Unless—— I crumpled the letter into a ball and stuffed it into my mouth. Chew. Pharynx. His face was expressionless the whole time, like he was eating a pancake. You want me to fall in love? You want me to fall into the Shura field? Absolutely impossible. When I chewed the paper and walked out of the school gate, I was even a little proud. Until the next day when I opened the shoe cabinet. Crash-a dozen letters poured out like a waterfall, covering the floor. Me: "…………" No. Is there something wrong with this world? ? ? Purpose: In the world of romance, you must not be conquered