Chapter 1

I had a crush on Vivienne for four years.

Until before graduation, she agreed to be my girlfriend.

I gave her a bracelet as a token of love.

But the next day, I saw the bracelet I gave her on a second-hand website.

The caption read: "A gift from a fool. Too cheap. Sell it for money."

She refused to admit that I was her boyfriend and turned to the arms of a rumored rich second-generation - Alec.

But when the true value of the bracelet was revealed.

Vivienne went crazy.

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To win the heart of my goddess Vivienne, I had a custom bracelet made especially for her.

After successfully confessing my feelings, I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night.

Even when I woke up in the morning, that excitement hadn't faded. I kept gravitating towards my roommates, eager to show off.

As I drifted over to one of my roommates, something familiar caught my eye on his phone screen.

I leaned in closer. "What are you looking at?"

"Just a secondhand website. Graduation's coming up, and there are some things I don't plan on taking with me. I'm posting them here to see if anyone wants them."

I echoed, "A secondhand website? Can I take a look?"

I reached for my roommate's phone and tapped to view the item that had caught my attention.

It was a bracelet.

Very similar to the one I had used when confessing my feelings.

As I was examining it closely, I heard my roommate snicker beside me. "Whoever received this gift must really despise the giver."

I had been so focused on the image that I hadn't read the item description yet.

My eyes moved upward.

There it was, written: [Gift from a simp. Too cheap. Will sell for cash.]

Priced at $20.

"A simp, huh? Being too eager isn't good either."

My face instantly darkened.The other roommates quickly signaled to the one who spoke after hearing that snarky comment.

The speaker realized their mistake as soon as the words left their mouth.

They awkwardly explained, "Elliot, I didn't mean being a simp is bad. You gotta have thick skin to chase someone. Look at you, you got the girl in the end, didn't you?"

I forced a stiff smile and pretended to punch my roommate. The tension eased up after that.

Not wanting to stick around any longer, I made up an excuse and left.

Stepping out of the dorm building, I took a deep breath.

My roommate wasn't wrong, actually.

I was nothing but a simp.

From the moment I first laid eyes on Vivienne, I was head over heels.

As the campus's undisputed queen bee, Vivienne had no shortage of admirers.

Coming from a well-off family, Vivienne didn't care about money. She said all she looked for in a boyfriend was ambition and sincerity.

I believed I checked both those boxes.

From then on, whenever Vivienne called, I came running.

Whatever she wanted me to do, I did it willingly.

Vivienne never accepted anyone's advances.

After investing so much time without any payoff, many simps like me eventually gave up.She never felt upset when her admirers turned their attention to other girls.

Instead, she seemed to have anticipated it, thinking, "As expected, none of them truly liked me."

Whenever this happened, my heart, which was also on the verge of giving up, would become active again.

I felt that only by persisting would there be hope.

As graduation approached, I decided to confess my feelings one last time.

To my delight, she didn't reject me.

However, recalling the listing I had just seen on the second-hand website, I began to hesitate.

Just as I was pondering this, my phone suddenly rang. The caller was Vivienne.

As soon as I answered, her voice was as cold as ever, "I want wontons from the South District."

She hung up immediately after saying this.

Not giving me a chance to speak.