Why did he do this? Is he still normal? Are you still normal when you say, "I hate this girl so much," but later you say, "I want to marry you"?
Where did his brain go? I don't know if his mind is still in good shape or not. I don't mean to be cruel here, it just makes no sense.
Do you think you're a tsundere like in anime movies? One time you say, "Who cares about you," and the other time you say, "It's not like I didn't care about you. Don't get me wrong," mmpphh, while looking away.
Hey, hey, hey, this is reality, not an anime movie where you can act like a tsundere who's shy with the one you love.
Men are unpredictable, and Claude is the hardest one to understand in this matter. But it's not like I care about him? Who does he think he is? He's not everything in my small world, hmmppppp while looking away.
Today is a hard day, and I forgot to eat after all. It's lunchtime, huh? I'll make something, because it's been a long time since I last cooked.
I'll make fried food. Ah ah ah ah, I was so nervous stepping into the kitchen again—like in my last life. Maybe it's strange for a princess like me to step her pure feet into the kitchen. But cooking has been my hobby for as long as I can remember.
Everyone always says, "If you like someone, conquer him with your cooking." I don't think that quote is right. After all, I cooked my whole life, but Claude never wanted to try even one of my dishes.
[An: Cooking is one way to increase your crush's favor. It's a tip from me, so feel free to try it at home—but I won't take responsibility if it doesn't work and just wastes your time.]
Or there's another quote about how to conquer your crush, such as:
Approach your in-laws before winning your partner's heart.
But this isn't right either. Since I was a little girl, I already received so many favors from his parents, but Claude never liked me at all. Sometimes, tips and tricks to win someone's heart aren't useful at all in reality.
Don't think that if you win over his parents, then he'll automatically like you. Do you think this is a novel? This is real life, man—please, wake up. Wake up if you're still dreaming.
Listen to me: life is not that easy. You can't control love itself.
Love falls through the eyes and goes down to the heart. So when you look at someone and think, "I like that guy," yeah, you only liked his appearance. Then, when you get to know him more, your interest turns into love and reaches your heart.
Okay, okay, and then when he gives you hope but actually likes another girl, please don't be blind and do anything to make him love you back.
You'll go around complaining like, "I'm the one who knew him first, so why did he end up with that girl? Of course, she seduced my boyfriend first!"
Allooohaaaaaa, since when did he become your boyfriend? He never even said he loved you. If you're in this kind of situation, please be smart and give up. It's useless to do more than that.
Don't be like me—blind and unable to give up when facing a dead end.
(An: Aloha feels like a tropical beach)
I don't mean to mock other articles about tips and tricks to win your crush's heart. But I was also a naive girl for believing those tips. They never helped me win Claude's heart, but they did help drive him away from me.
Wait a moment… I have a good strategy. I can't believe I came up with this brilliantly superb idea in the world.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha," evil laugh like Sister Kunti.
[An: For those who don't know about Sister Kunti—she's a ghost who wears white clothes, has very long hair, and likes to sit on big trees.]
Of course, because I'm a smart girl—even though I never got good grades in mathematics—but who cares about that right now?
I'm like a villain in a novel that ends badly, right? That's why Claude never liked me.
Like the true story of The Little Mermaid. She's not the protagonist of the story—she's just a mob character. Or yeah, just a girl who comes out of nowhere, like me.
All the time, I always thought I was the protagonist of my life. But who knew I'm not the real protagonist? I'm just a side character meant to highlight the female lead's greatness in the male lead's eyes.
So when I did everything to flirt or whatever it's called, the female lead acted like a flower blooming beautifully.
She was soft, gentle, spoiled, and tender—making the male lead want to protect her in his palms.
When he looked at me, I was like a mad dog craving attention and affection—so it ruined my image in front of him.
Ah, it feels like a stepmother drama—when the stepmother hates her real daughter and loves the adoptive daughter more.
Eh, but this and that aren't related. Why did this become a stepmother drama? It's not connected at all.
Yeah, whatever it's called—I don't care.
Back to the topic—now I know the perfect method to make Claude stay away from me.
He doesn't like me. That means he hates me, right? And not just hate, but hate to the core—so much there's no cure, right?
Looking at my face must feel like looking at a ghost—or maybe a ghost is better than looking at my ugly, stinking face.
I have a better idea—why not try to seduce my enemy?
Seduce doesn't mean doing an action film, okay? It means flirting, touching him intimately, acting like a couple.
He'll push me away as hard as he can, right? Isn't it a superb idea?
How smart am I?
"Hahahahahha," laughed like Woody Woodpecker.
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