A Less Than Successful Confession

Short story A few months after I became a full-time intern, I confessed my love to Vice President Zhou and found out that he had rejected more than ten people this year. He is the proud son of heaven, he is handsome, he is from a famous university, he has a good family background, he has accumulated all the buffs, he has always had a condescending attitude since he was a child, and he became the vice president of the group before he was thirty. He doesn't seem to take a fancy to me. Keren is easy to like gorgeous and beautiful things Why am I so obsessed with a person that I can't help myself before confessing my love and rejecting him? Every day I have free time to fantasize about meeting him by chance. He is like a god who will never fall into the dust, haunting my heart every moment. After the first failure, I confessed my love for the second time. It's still next to the pool shared by the men's and women's bathrooms. He lowered his head to wash his hands and eyelids without even raising his eyelids. I took advantage of the gap and said in one breath, "I miss you every moment of every day. I love you so much. Can you be my boyfriend?" Vice President Zhou wiped his hands indifferently, walked away, took two steps, looked back at me, and said lightly: "You want to lose your job so much." Intention: Failure is the fate of those who confess