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I wasn’t great at chasing guys. The only thing I knew how to do was make crepes.
The System, as romantically challenged as I was, gave me an idea. It’s simple. Start by bringing him breakfast every day to get his
attention.
So, I expertly whipped up a crepe and confidently marched toward the male lead’s classroom.
The System stopped me, “You absolute moron, are you insane? Look at what the other girls are bringing him.”
It then pulled up a series of photos and plastered them in front of my face.
There were homemade strawberry cakes shaped like little bunnies, intricately designed chocolates, and even a heart–shaped steak
and pasta dish. My greasy, fragrant crepe seemed embarrassingly out of place.
I thought for a moment.
Then, it hit me.
I needed to bring him something… Western.
A sandwich is Western.
But after following a video tutorial, something felt off. It just looked so… plain. A single leaf of lettuce, a slice of ham, a slice of
Momato.
Could anyone even get full on that? Rich people were so pretentious.
Time to make it real.
I cooked up all the fillings I used for my crepes and started stuffing them in.
Fragrant fried chicken cutlets, tender grilled pork, sizzling bacon, and the undisputed king of sausages… I even threw in a pack of my favorite spicy chips for good measure.
Trust me, no one could resist this. One bite and you’d be so lost in flavor you wouldn’t notice if someone dropped dead next to you.
Finally, I carefully placed the bulging, overstuffed “sandwich” into a paper bag from “Miller’s Crepes and shoved it into a plastic
sack.
The System was silent for a long time. “1… have no words. But, good luck.”
