The Actual Overturning Record of the Theoretical Love Master

You may not believe it, but what made me decide to devote myself to real-life love was a beautiful girl game that I didn't even get through. My roommate's Steam library was shared with me. I played for about... Four hours. I have memorized three universal strategies: the suspension bridge effect, playing hard to get, and the hero saving the beauty. I think enough is enough. The new female colleague from the next door department looks somewhat similar to the first character I conquered in the game. This is my area of ​​expertise. I told myself. I took her up the fire escape, trying to create tension with the steep stairs. As a result, she walked quickly and even reached the rooftop without panting: "That's it? I usually run marathons." I deliberately ignored her for a whole day, trying to inspire her to care. I found out the next day that she didn't even notice that I wasn't talking to her. It's useless, it's all useless. My three formulas are like instant noodles that have expired for three years and cannot be brewed. I decided to give up. Working overtime on New Year's Eve, she sat next to me and handed me a can of Coke. "Why," she said, "the guide is not moving?" I almost choked to death. She smiled and pulled out a screenshot from her phone - it was a review of the game library shared by my roommate on social platforms. The title read: "How do people with only four hours of game time dare to go out and fall in love?"