I Finally Won Him Over… Until He Called Me “Girlfriend”

Sang Jiuning found a spot under the shade of a tree, pretending to scroll through her phone while secretly observing her surroundings.

Before long, a figure caught her attention.

It was a boy, dressed simply in a white T-shirt and black casual pants. His posture was straight, his bearing cool and aloof.

And in his hand—just as expected—he carried a thermos!

It wasn’t the kind that looked outrageously expensive as mentioned in the forum post, but it still had an air of refinement about it.

He stood at the entrance of the teaching building, seemingly waiting for someone. His brow was slightly furrowed, his expression impatient, yet his gaze kept drifting toward the direction of the girls’ dormitory.

Sang Jiuning’s heart began to pound like a trapped deer.

Here he comes! Target spotted! With that face, that physique, and that “longing gaze” posture—he was prime simp material!

She took a deep breath, smoothed down her ponytail, and strode over toward Weng Zhicheng with light, brisk steps.

First, make an impression. Then, take it slow.

When she was a few steps away from him, she deliberately stumbled, and her phone slipped from her hand with a crisp clatter, landing screen-up in his direction.

“Oh!” Sang Jiuning let out a soft cry and bent down to pick it up, while sneaking a quick glance at his reaction through her peripheral vision.

Hearing the sound, Weng Zhicheng instinctively looked down, his brow furrowing even deeper—clearly displeased by the sudden disturbance. Still, he didn’t immediately look away.

Sang Jiuning picked up her phone, brushed off the dust with a show of annoyance, then looked up with an apologetic and slightly embarrassed smile toward him. “Sorry about that, classmate. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Her voice was crisp, carrying just the right hint of playful coyness.

Weng Zhicheng’s gaze landed on her face, calm and indifferent, as if he were looking at a completely inconsequential stranger. He gave a faint “Mm” in response, then turned his attention back toward the girls’ dormitory, clearly uninterested in her.

His reaction was cold enough, and focused enough—focused on waiting for his female lead.

Sang Jiuning chuckled inwardly but kept a straight face. As if making small talk, she shot a curious glance at the thermos in his hand. “Classmate, is that breakfast for your girlfriend? It smells amazing.”

At the word “girlfriend,” a faint, almost imperceptible flicker passed through Weng Zhicheng’s eyes, but his aloof composure quickly returned. His tone remained flat. “No.”

“Oh?” Sang Jiuning drew out the syllable, putting on a look of sudden realization. “Then it’s for a girl you like, right? That’s so thoughtful.”

As she spoke, she discreetly studied his expression, trying to catch a hint of shyness or fluster at having his feelings exposed.

But Weng Zhicheng simply hummed another “Mm,” without even turning his head this time, clearly done with the conversation.

His patience seemed to be wearing thin, his fingers drumming absently against the side of the thermos.

Sang Jiuning knew when to back off, aware that pushing too hard on a first encounter could easily backfire.

She offered an understanding smile. “Then I won’t disturb you while you wait. Thanks for not letting me bump into you earlier. I’m Sang Jiuning, from the English Department.”

She volunteered her name and department, completing the first step of “getting her face out there.”

This time, Weng Zhicheng didn’t even bother with an “Mm.” He simply turned slightly to the side, acknowledging her departure.

Unfazed by his coldness, Sang Jiuning waved breezily. “I’ll be off then. Hope you succeed soon!”

With that, she spun around and walked away with light steps, already planning her next move.

This Weng Zhicheng was certainly interesting.

Cold enough. Persistent enough.

A “premium simp” like this would be all the more satisfying to steal!

She glanced back over her shoulder at the boy still standing there, his silhouette tall yet tinged with a faint loneliness, and curled her lips into a confident smile.

Su Qingyan, your number-N simp is hereby claimed by me, Sang Jiuning!

The next morning, she sent another message:

[Your girlfriend has arrived—accept me now!]

No response.

On the third day:

[How can you ignore such an adorable girlfriend?]

On the fourth day:

[From the very first glance, I knew you were my destined boyfriend.]

On the fifth day:

[Just accept me already, or I’m going to cry~]

…

From then on, aside from attending classes and her part-time job at the bubble tea shop, Sang Jiuning stuck to her routine like clockwork—sending one flirtatious friend request per day, each one different, never repeating herself.

From coy and cute to bold declarations, she pulled out all the stops, never wavering.

Her dormmate Su Qingyan occasionally caught her grinning at her phone and would ask gently, “Jiuning, who are you chatting with?”

Sang Jiuning would look up with a radiant smile. “Oh, nothing. Just saying hi to my future boyfriend.”

Su Qingyan would look confused and drop the subject.

Sang Jiuning felt smug inside.

Once she secured this second-tier simp—devoted, wealthy, and obedient, showering her with attention every day—wouldn’t that be an absolute blast?

As for the female lead’s obsessive male lead?

Whoever wanted him could have him. She wasn’t going anywhere near that mess.

And so, Sang Jiuning persisted relentlessly for an entire month.

On the thirtieth night, lying in bed, she casually sent one more message:

[It’s been a month. If you still don’t accept me, I’m going to throw a tantrum~]

The moment the message went through, her phone pinged.

[Z.C has accepted your friend request.]

Sang Jiuning shot upright, eyes wide.

It worked!

Finally!

She was so thrilled she almost rolled over in bed.

Fingers flying, she typed out a line and sent it:

[Boyfriend~ You finally accepted! From today on, I’m your girlfriend!]

After a few seconds of silence on the other end, a single character came back:

[Okay.]

Sang Jiuning: !!!

So obedient?

So easy to handle?

He really was the female lead’s pure-hearted simp!

Clutching her phone, she wore a triumphant grin.

A boyfriend this gentle, this obedient, this easy to tease—of course he belonged to her!

No one else was taking him!

Sang Jiuning gleefully began planning how to keep her “simp boyfriend” firmly under her thumb.

What she didn’t notice was that, on the other end of the WeChat, the man with the blank profile picture was staring at his screen. In his pitch-black eyes, a dark, obsessive light swirled violently.

His fingertip traced lightly over the words “girlfriend” on the screen, and the corner of his mouth curled into a faint, utterly unhinged smile.

Girlfriend?

Good.

You came to me on your own. Don’t even think about running now.

Sang Jiuning had no idea that her path to “taming the simp” would turn out to be so “twisted.”

It had taken her a month, but according to the novel’s template, the simp should be completely devoted to the female lead—obedient at her beck and call, his every thought consumed by the radiant Su Qingyan.

Still, hard work paid off!

With great enthusiasm, she sent another message: [Boyfriend, no classes tomorrow since it’s Saturday. How about we meet up for a date?]