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I stepped back from the bookshelf and saw Caleb already seated in the reading area.
I inwardly grumbled that he was so oblivious.
I went to the fiction section and picked out a romance novel that suited my taste.
Become SVIP! Read all SVIP stories
I walked over to the seat opposite Caleb and sat down, opening the novel and starting to read.
Initially, I worried I’d be distracted by Caleb, but to my surprise, the novel I chose was incredibly dramatic and cheesy, so captivating that I just wanted to see how much more ridiculously dramatic it could get.
By the time I snapped back to reality, Caleb was gone,
Guess I’d have to try for another accidental encounter next time.
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10:29 AM
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Damn this novel for distracting me from my mission!
I planned to take it back to my dorm, analyze it thoroughly, and learn from it so I wouldn’t fall into the same trap next time.
But on my way back, I ran into Jaxon downstairs from the dorms.
Still acting like he owned the place.
Seeing me return, Jaxon changed his posture, waiting for me to walk over and greet him respectfully.
But he wasn’t my target anymore, so why would I bother with him?
I completely ignored him, walked past him, and quickly headed towards my dorm.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jaxon freeze in place. That mocking expression he always had when he saw me also froze on his face. It was hilarious.
Jaxon recovered his usual demeanor and started to question me, absolutely infuriatingly.
“Elara, what were you doing this afternoon? Why didn’t you listen to me? If you keep expecting me to let you follow me around, believe me, I’ll ignore you from now on!”
I stopped, turned back, and said, “What’s our relationship, Jaxon? Am I eating your food, drinking your drinks? Why should I listen to you?”
“Is it because you’re so arrogant you’re deaf? So narcissistic you’re blind? Or because you’ve fried your own brain?”
“Now, get lost as far away as you can. Don’t make me drop my politeness level.”
Whew, that felt good. I’d wanted to say those words to him for so long.
Jaxon’s face flushed crimson: “You, you, you’re crude, absolutely unreasonable!”
He threw that out and scurried away.
“Tsk, what poor fighting skills.”
After yelling out the words I’d held in for three years, I returned to my dorm feeling fantastic.
Aside from classes, I spent several days shamelessly lost in novels, until the system couldn’t stand it anymore and urged me to act, pulling me from my blissful indulgence to do that damn mission.
First step: Getting to know each other.
My last attempt was a total bust; this time, I was going to redeem myself.
Since subtle didn’t work, this time I’d go for a straight shot.
I found several love letter examples online, pieced them together, put them in a pink envelope, and even subtly dabbed some of my usual perfume on it.
My innocent look last time didn’t seem to affect Caleb much.
This time, I dressed for a sweet and cute vibe.
A Peter Pan collar shirt and a pink mini–skirt, with my hair in twin pigtails.
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10:30 AM
I’d already asked my roommate and found out Caleb had a class in Lectible Male Tool
Hall 1025 this afternoon.
I brought the love letter, bought some boba tea on the way, and confidently headed out to catch Caleb.
Right after class ended, with still quite a few students lingering in the classroom, I walked up to Caleb with the boba tea.
I first handed him the love letter, slightly sweetening my voice to sound more gentle and appealing: “Caleb, I want to be with you and create our very own happy ending.”
The students who hadn’t left started whispering.
“Wow, Caleb’s got that charm, another beauty confessing.”
Hehe, thanks for the compliment.
“His charm is big, but this isn’t a good match.”
What do you mean, not a good match? I’m the best, okay? You have no taste.
“How so?”
に
“Look closely, who is that?”
“Isn’t that Jaxon’s simp? Why’d she switch targets?”
Simp? I was a valiant hero, enduring humiliation all for the sake of saving the world!
I glared angrily at the person who called me a simp until they shut up. Only then did I turn back, satisfied.
I saw Caleb smiling at me, saying nothing.
- go.
