Chapter 0 wedge
The morning breeze blew towards me with the fresh scent of flowers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath happily, while at the same time I heard whispering coming from the side.
"Wow, look, there's a beautiful girl jogging!"
"Hush, keep your voice down. I know her. Her name is Huang Yaxi. She is the 'Princess' of this area. She is very famous."
"Why do you call her 'Princess Royal'? Because she is the most beautiful?"
"Fool, do you think she got this title just because of her looks? Of course it's because she is perfect in every way. She is simply a princess who is high above everyone else. Otherwise, why is she the only one who can be called a princess when there are so many beautiful girls?"
"Then let's go say hello? The experience of talking to such a beautiful girl will definitely become the most unforgettable memory of my life."
"That's true... Then let's go and try to say hello."
The footsteps next to me were getting closer and closer. I deliberately slowed down my pace and raised my hand to wipe away a sweat stain on my forehead. When the other party said "Hello" cheerfully, I turned my head slightly, raised my eyelids, raised my lips slightly, and replied with a smile: "Hello. The air in the morning is really good. It's the best time for jogging. Are you here for jogging too?"
"Ah, that...that..." As expected, when the two guys met my smile, they immediately became dumbfounded, stupidly repeating the word "that" like two tape recorders, and their eyes turned into obvious heart shapes.
I continued to smile: "I'm leaving first, good luck to you guys." Then I left quickly.
Behind me came a loud voice that I had heard countless times: "Your Highness, Princess, please do your best too."
When I finally found a corner where no one was paying attention to me, I squatted down like an old woman, with my eyes wide open, and my mouth involuntarily opened as wide as possible, letting out a super exaggerated laugh.
"Hahaha, that's great. Today I received 556 compliments while jogging. What a success!"
If anyone saw me like this at this moment, their jaw would drop in shock.
That’s right, I am the legendary two-faced beautiful girl who is born with perfect acting skills and is “a goddess in front of people and a psychopath behind their backs”.
I have a beautiful appearance, elegant manners, a smart mind, and always rank first in my studies. In addition, I can play the piano, am good at tennis, have been praised by famous calligraphers for my calligraphy, and am an amateur 3rd dan in Go.
Oh, there is one more thing I forgot to mention: my family is very rich.
If there are so-called winners in life and chosen ones, then I am their living spokesperson.
But no one knows that in order to have a 360-degree perfect appearance, I have a special mirror room. I spend at least an hour practicing every day to make sure my face always maintains the best angle in front of the public.
In order to make myself noble and well behaved, I took the most expensive and hardest etiquette class. While others were playing, I was practicing with a wooden cross tied to my back and a thick book on my head, sweating profusely.
Not to mention studying and sports. In order to maintain my top grade, I would stay up all night to study before the exam. I once ran so hard that my feet were covered with blisters.
In order to show that I am absolutely different, I never scratch my hair, pick my nose, or scratch myself in public... I even use my strong willpower to restrain myself from sneezing and farting.
All these efforts are just to stand at the pinnacle of life. Because this is the great goal I set when I was in kindergarten.
And then I succeeded—in a way, a little too successfully.
Now, I am loved by everyone and flowers bloom wherever I go. Boys admire me, girls look up to me, and I am also spotted by countless scouts - this should only be a treatment that beautiful girls can enjoy, right?
But what if I was proposed to by a Middle Eastern prince, courted by a mafia boss, or begged by a cardinal to go to the Vatican to become a saint? You know, I am a law-abiding citizen. Although my family is rich, I am not the kind of super-rich who can afford a villa in the forest. There is no way my life will intersect with these people.
I was innocent and had done nothing wrong. I was just walking on the side of the road, but I was stopped by these strange people and they made these horrible demands.
Fortunately, after I tactfully declined with fear, they just left their contact information regretfully and hoped to keep in touch at any time.
Although I was silently yelling in my heart, "Who wants to keep in touch with you!", I still kept a sweet smile to get rid of them. Unexpectedly, they changed their minds and forced me to agree. They left only after I couldn't smile anymore and changed my expression.
Since then, I started the experiment of smiling charm. Today, I finally mastered the ability to make others feel good about me. How can I not be happy?
The pleasure of "how can stupid mortals understand me" was so strong that I couldn't bear to laugh without restraint until I got home. So, as someone who always pays great attention to my image, I would hide in an empty corner like a mouse and laugh secretly.
No, how can I call myself a mouse? Even if I really am a mouse, I should be the most elegant, beautiful and lovely one on earth... a hamster!
Oh, no, I got too cocky by accident and ended up talking to myself for so long.
Anyway, that’s the end of my personal introduction. Next, I will officially start my memoir of my glorious life... Hey, who is that person? Why does he look familiar?
"Hey, you..." He looked a little distressed. A gust of wind blew, and a few pieces of what looked like dandruff flew out from his head.
I was horrified, but I had to force myself to smile calmly: "Hello, what can I do for you?"
I don't know what he was hesitating about, and he was silent for a long time. My face was almost frozen from smiling, so I started to look at him.
He had messy short black hair, huge old-fashioned black-framed glasses covering most of his face, and his pale lips were tightly pursed.
He must be the legendary otaku, right?
I heard that those otakus are the most pitiful. They are super losers in real life, completely unpopular and have no friends. They are like heaven and earth, one is cloud and the other is mud.
The reason why he came to say hello to me must have taken all his courage, right? But the distance between him and me was so far, and I was so noble and perfect, so he must have been feeling low, which made his brain dizzy and he couldn't say a word.
As Her Royal Highness the Princess, should I do one good deed a day and be considerate enough to actively find topics to talk to him about, leaving behind a few rosy memories for his boring life?
Well, let's do it, I'm a good girl with a good heart. But what topic should I choose to be safe? I heard that otakus are good at imagining. It would be bad if he thought I was talking to him because I was interested in him. I don't want to get into trouble.
As I was thinking about it, a cold voice came into my ears: "The side zipper of your skirt is open."
What zipper?
I subconsciously looked down at my skirt, and when I saw clearly what had happened, I was completely frozen.
Why is the zipper open?
Why am I not wearing cute girly panties today but rather grandma sweatpants?
Am I going to jog in this embarrassing manner, greet 556 people, and enjoy the envious and admiring looks of passers-by?
Ahhh, Heaven, Earth, and all the gods, please let me disappear immediately!
