“Want to be friends with me?” My heart raced like crazy under the intense gaze of the top-tier beauty, who scanned me from head to toe with a soft hmm. The fleeting emotion reflected in her eyes as she looked at me was almost contempt. I was certain she was thinking something like, “Hmph, who do you think you are?” But that was fine. Why? Because she’s a beauty. Cuteness is justice, and beauty is a get-out-of-jail-free card. Whenever I looked at her, I felt an unexplainable surge of compassion rising within me. After a moment’s hesitation, she said to me with a playful expression: “Alright. Let’s do it, friends.” “By the way, I completely forgot to bring a dessert today.” “I think those special macarons sold at the store would be just perfect…” “You can buy those, right?” “Well, that’s true, because we are.” “[Friends]!” Just so you know, I’m not a pushover. I was fully aware that this lady was only calling me a friend in name and intended to use me as her snack courier. Is there any reason for me to buy her those expensive macarons just because she calls me a friend? At that moment, I was more rational than ever. Even Sherlock Holmes, the epitome of rational thought, wouldn’t measure up to my current state of mind. As a result of this cold, objective, and rational thinking— I became her friend. No matter how I think about it, this is a major win.