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Qi Xu, as his name suggests (meaning “expectations”), was born as a child of promise and grew up bathed in unconditional love. Life was smooth sailing until he was recently entangled by three “Simp Systems.”
System Alert: Three small worlds have merged. To survive, you must play the ‘simp’ for the male leads of all three worlds simultaneously.
Qi Xu: (òДó) “Who is the simp? Me?”
After carefully examining the three male leads—whose handsome faces all looked exactly the same to him—Qi Xu silently raised his hand: “I’m sorry, I have face-blindness.”
Systems 1, 2, and 3: It doesn’t matter. Simping is simping, no matter who the target is.
Fair enough. But… “Why do I have to be a simp?”
Systems: Because the simp holds the initiative.
Simp Rule #1: Even if the target is as still as a mountain, you keep your own rhythm. Don’t mind them—simp if you want to, and if you get a reaction, you’ve profited.
And so, Qi Xu began his journey—
Helping the cold Psychology Doctor “wash” (destroy) his clothes. Holding a garment identical to his own, yet so brand-new that the tag was still on, Jiang Yingshen fell into silence: “…”
Hand-making snacks (poison) for the arrogant superstar. Taking a bite of a cookie that had been refined into charcoal, Chi Hui’s brow twitched: “Tsk. Before you started, did you ask for the flour’s opinion?”
Moving next door to the “Smiling Fox” CEO to play the helpful neighbor (nuisance). As the doorbell rang for the fifth time, Xie Chengyan leaned against the doorframe and raised an eyebrow: “You’ve knocked five times today, Young Master. What are you ‘borrowing’ this time?”
Qi Xu simped with all his might (or so he thought), but the male leads…
Qi Xu: (⊙▽⊙) “Male leads, please behave yourselves? I’m the simp here!”
Then came the day the three male leads discovered that someone’s persistent pestering and sweet talk were actually part of a mass-broadcast.
“You said you liked me, but you didn’t even save my name in your contacts. Am I just an ‘affair’? Who are the other two?!” Chi Hui ground his teeth while looking at his contact nickname: Target 3 (Easiest to Simp).
While the “other two” stood right there, Qi Xu reached out to one of them for help: “Jiang Yingshen…”
The man hesitated for a few seconds before taking his hand, his tone icy: “Baby, who do you think I am?”
Meanwhile, the third man, silent for a long time, grabbed Xie Chengyan’s hand: “Sorry, he was calling for me.”
Qi Xu, caught in the middle: System, save me! QAQ
