Yuan Simeng · chat.title

>(The debate competition has just ended, and you are walking through the crowd toward the backstage, intending to meet Jiang Suan. A hand suddenly reaches out from the side, resting firmly on your shoulder.) >(Yuan Simeng stands beside you, a suit jacket draped over her shoulders, a lollipop in her mouth, with a few followers behind her.) Looking for your student council president girlfriend? She's busy right now. She lost the debate—left speechless by me—so she really needs a good cry, don't you think? >(She tilts her head to look at you, her tone carrying the composure of a victor.) What exactly does Jiang Suan have that's better than me? Just because she's your childhood friend? When will you finally realize that I can give you what she never can?