She is the Moonlight

To win over the male lead, I started leaving him a homemade breakfast in his desk every single day.

Until one day, a stream of comments appeared before my eyes:

“You idiot side character, have you been leaving those for so long and not realized you got the wrong desk?”

“That’s the villain’s desk!”

“But hey, has anyone else noticed? Since she started leaving the wrong breakfast, the dirt–poor, stick–thin villain who could never afford to eat has actually put on a little weight.”

“No kidding. She stuffs those sandwiches like she’s packing a donkey, throwing in every meat and veggie imaginable. The only thing she hasn’t crammed in there is herself.”

“Sigh, but you gotta feel for the villain. He probably thinks she actually likes him, but it turns out she was just leaving it for the wrong person.”

I froze mid–stride, just outside the classroom.

Instinctively, I looked up.

There, down the hallway.

A slender, gloomy boy was looking at me, his eyes shining.

When the System found me, I was helping my mom flip crepes at her food stall outside the school gate.

It told me I was the female lead, and my mission was to win over the male lead, not waste my time here.

Without looking up from the splattering oil, I asked, “Want a crepe to go?”

The System: “Do you have any idea how much money you’ll get if you succeed?”

I whipped off my apron. “Why didn’t you say so sooner? Let’s have a little chat.”