Playing My Player Boyfriend

Chapter 3 The Aim

My life goals were actually very simple, just two things, making money and finding a partner. The former was because I really needed money, and the latter was because life was too bitter and needed a little sweetness.

In the past, I always prioritized one over the other. My energy was limited, and I was physically and mentally exhausted. But after Daniel's action opened my mind, I suddenly realized that the two were not in conflict. I could make money off of a partner. One more girl, one more meal; many girls, many meals. I decided to win by quantity.

That evening, after sending Daniel off, I quickly downloaded all the major social networking apps with my amazing memory. I created countless alternate accounts, found Daniel, lurked silently, and then strategically built up my presence.

After all, after talking for half a year, I knew him like the back of my hand. It wasn't difficult to grasp his aesthetic and preferences. Hard work pays off. Within a few days, one of my alternate accounts received a private message.

Daniel: Why are you still awake?

A simple and unadorned opening remark. But to me, it was sparkling gold, captivating.

I replied: Because no one said good night to me.

He immediately sent a voice message: Good night.

A low, bubbly voice that could make anyone's head spin. Damn, he was such a hot boy!

And so the story began. At first, it was good morning and good night greetings, occasionally talking about the weather, chatting about nothing. The more casual it was, the less guarded people became, the same routine he used on me. 

Within a week, I successfully occupied five spots. This was a bit of a test of my time management skills. I specifically researched several software management assistants. After studying Daniel's schedule, I developed a plan to occupy all of his time as much as possible, trying not to give other girls a chance.

I put some effort into character design. Account one was a pure and innocent little girl. Account two was a positive and striving girl. Account three was an enthusiastic and unrestrained social butterfly. Account four was a sensitive and fragile b***h. Account five was a sexy and mature queen.

And my main account was an unpredictable and ever-changing character. They were all characters that could easily stimulate and mobilize male hormones. It was really not easy to juggle six identities. Many times, my energy almost burned out.

That was not the end. The challenge had just begun. Squeezing into his life was only the first step. How to monetize was the most important thing.