Summary
The System wants me to pursue a Male Lead who’s cold on the outside and cold on the inside.
But it doesn’t know the Male Lead can hear our conversations.
Every day, I turn around every ten minutes, blushing and shy, to look at the Male Lead and say, “What a coincidence, I saw you again.”
Male Lead: “We sit in the front and back desks.”
Every day, I put in 120% effort to greet the Male Lead and maintain my little-sun persona.
Male Lead: “… Are you really happy to see me?”
If he couldn’t hear my inner thoughts, he might actually believe it.
Or I pretend to pass by, pretend to trip, pretend to exclaim in surprise, then pretend to fall into the Male Lead’s embrace.
Hesitantly, I nuzzle in his arms and think, _Would this be too emotionally detached?_
The System muses, _Indeed, a bit._
The Male Lead, who has been thoroughly harassed twenty-four/seven: “…”