The Two-Faced Heartthrob
Language: en
After losing a bet, I was forced to confess to the school’s ice-cold genius. [Text: "Need a girlfriend? I promise I’m a good girl."] A second later, I was blocked. Just as I was about to give up in despair, I stumbled upon him choking himself, veins popping on his forehead. He was arguing with himself, switching between cold and manic: "Let go. Get a grip, man!" "Get a grip? You blocked my girlfriend! I’ll kill you!" Me: ...Girlfriend? Me? Suddenly, a stream of floating comments appeared before my eyes: [OMG! It’s dual personalities! We’re saved!] [Hehe, does this mean the golden…