Ten Years as a Simp, I Sent My Goddess into the Marital Chamber

In the dream, I went back to the past.

At that time, I was fat, and I didn't talk a lot.

I was the type of person who was easily looked down upon.

They randomly threw garbage at me, and tore my notebook to pieces.

The lunch I brought would be poured out, and I was beaten up often.

One day, I was dragged by my hair to the mountain behind the school, and happened to encounter Samantha who was hiding there smoking.

She threw away the cigarette end and rushed over to drive away the bad students who were bullying me.

She was so cool that she has completely captivated me.

But I forgot that girls who hid and smoked were not good girls.

So, she taught me a lesson in ten years.

Since that day, I had been pursuing her like a fool.

I didn't eat breakfast every day to save money to buy her snacks.

Although those snacks end up in the trash, I was still happy to do it.

She got annoyed with me and asked me to meet her in the back mountain.

With a cigarette in her mouth, she looked at me sideways.

"Anson, do you like me?"

I lowered my head and shyly nodded.

She sneered, holding a cigarette butt in her hand.

"Come here and be my ashtray, and I'll let you kiss me."

Excitedly, my face turned red, and I reached out without hesitation.

The skin on my palm was burned black by the cigarette butt, making a sizzling sound.

But I was not afraid, and with anticipation, I leaned in with my mouth.

Unexpectedly, I received a solid slap.

"Anson, look at yourself. You look like a fat pig! If I let you kiss me, I'll have to wash my face off!"

Laughter erupted around me.

People started coming out from everywhere. Some of them were holding camcorders.

Mocking voices echoed from all directions.

"Anson, you're just a loser, do you even deserve to like Samantha?"

"How ridiculous!"

I blushed and wished I could be invisible.

I stood there in a daze until everyone had left.

I had already decided to give up.

But when I walked back to school, I saw Samantha squatting under a tree, waiting for me.

"Anson, I'm sorry. I just wanted to play a joke on you. I didn't expect them to go so far!

"Are you really angry? It's okay. You are brave. I don't mind if you pursue me!"

I willingly forgive her because of the guilt on her face.

For ten years, she has always followed the principle of "carrot after stick", keeping me firmly in her grasp.

Looking back on the absurdity of all these years, I really wanted to slap myself.

Damn it!