My Snake Boyfriend Is a Total Simp Chapter 1

I’m what you’d call a "try-hard." While everyone else gets cats or dogs, I got a snake just to prove I'm different.

Some people question my life choices.

"I can cuddle my cat anytime I want. Can you say the same about your snake?"

I leaned down and planted a big, fat kiss right on my snake's head. Mwah!

"Not only can I cuddle him, I can kiss him too."

"My dog is super friendly; you can pet him all you want, and he won't bite."

I ran my hands all over my snake's body, even playfully tying him into a loose knot.

"Mine's a softie. Easier to handle than a dog."

[Girl, stop playing! Can't you see the male lead has already fainted from happiness?]

[Usually, he only dares to sneak a kiss when she's asleep. How is he supposed to handle this kind of affection?]

[He's already passed out twice today. She gives him a little sugar, and he’s like: "She's got moves."]

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I've been a try-hard since I was a kid. To show how unique I was, while other kids played in the mud, I sat on the sidelines reading books and doing homework.

A little girl with a butterfly bow in her hair blinked at me and ran over, extending a warm invitation.

"Fiona, come play with us! It's so much fun."

I lifted my chin arrogantly.

"No thanks. I think reading is more fun."

The little munchkins all gasped in unison, their round eyes widening.

One kid dropped his jaw in awe. "She's amazing. She loves studying so much."

I secretly puffed out my chest. From that moment on, I fell in love with the feeling of being different.

In middle school, my classmates were immature and bullied a transfer student from a poor rural family.

To show how different I was, I swooped in like an anime protagonist. Not only did I chase away the bullies, but I also became his best friend.

In high school, everyone started taking things seriously, burning the midnight oil to improve their grades.

But me? I sat comfortably at the top of the class, leaving right when the bell rang. I was all about that effortless vibe.

My desk mate, sporting dark circles under her eyes, was green with envy.

"Fiona, how do you get grades like yours?"

I looked up at the sky, feigning distress.

"Maybe it's just talent. I don't really study."

I successfully elicited a gasp of envy from her.

By college, a pet craze swept through campus. Cats and dogs were everywhere.

To show how different I was, I decided to get something unique.