I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 1 - 1 001 Bootlicker deserves to die a thousand times

"Jiang Chen, I've already made it clear—we're over. Quit bothering me!"

East Sea University.

Within the maple woods.

A handsome youth with expressive wide eyes looked puzzled for a moment.

The girl standing nearby embodied every bit of allure fitting for someone her age.

With her stunning looks and graceful build, plus those sparkling eyes and refined features, she earned the title of class beauty.

Moreover, she had been his very first girlfriend.

Yet, their relationship had ended two months prior.

Even after the split, Jiang Chen, her former partner, continued to act with remarkable loyalty.

Dumped as he was, he couldn't let go of his past affections and always stepped up whenever she required assistance, earning him the notorious nickname of bootlicker across East Sea University.

Naturally, Jiang Chen rejected that label outright.

In his view, it was merely a man's fundamental duty.

Unable to remain as lovers, they ought to at least preserve their friendship.

Thus, when Ai Qian messaged him earlier today to meet and chat, he accepted immediately without hesitation.

Since parting ways with him, Ai Qian hadn't appeared content.

She complained about how her present boyfriend ignored her, and tears had nearly welled up in her eyes just moments before.

Jiang Chen pondered ways to console her when her voice shifted suddenly.

Confusion clouded his gaze as he stared at Ai Qian oddly, though the approaching footsteps from behind revealed the cause.

"Zhen Lun, what brings you here?"

The Ai Qian who had seemed on the verge of crying now beamed with joy, flipping her demeanor effortlessly.

She hurried forward, brushing past Jiang Chen entirely, and in an instant, the guy she'd just confided in became invisible to her.

Jiang Chen pivoted, spotted the arrival, and grasped the situation at once, a bitter grin escaping him unwillingly.

"Merely strolling by—what's going on with you two?"

The fellow dressed in designer gear, exuding the vibe of a wealthy heir, eyed Jiang Chen.

His expression came off as warm, yet it concealed a piercing edge.

"No big deal, Jiang Chen invited me for a stroll."

Ai Qian casually linked arms with her boyfriend, fabricating the story with poise and assurance.

Observing her blissful demeanor now, it was tough to recall how she'd been unloading her woes onto Jiang Chen seconds earlier.

Truly, the notion rang true—women were natural performers.

Jiang Chen, the infamous bootlicker at East Sea University, endured his ex's bold lie without a peep.

"Senior Jiang, it's been ages since you split with Ai Qian—haven't you found someone new?

I know plenty of girls; want me to set you up with a couple?"

Liang Zhenlun grinned cordially.

Though the affluent youth might lack generosity, he possessed a silver tongue.

His suggestion sounded considerate, but it was a complete takedown of Jiang Chen.

Encountering one's girlfriend in an intimate forest rendezvous with another guy—especially an ex—would naturally irk any fellow.

If it were a formidable opponent, he'd erupt in fury right then.

But Jiang Chen...

An orphan from a humble background with no parents left, how could he rival Liang Zhenlun?

As a prominent rich heir at East Sea University, Liang Zhenlun brimmed with self-assurance.

Besides, he recognized Ai Qian's shrewdness.

She'd ditched her beau for riches in under a week, flinging herself his way.

Why would she ever revert to her former pauper now?

Only if Jiang Chen, the broke lad, struck it rich overnight, or if his kin fell into ruin.

Neither scenario appeared probable.

Still, confident as he was that Jiang Chen wasn't a contender, he resolved to squash any such covert encounters.

"You've parted with Senior Jiang, so maintain some space to prevent mix-ups.

I'd never question you, but outsiders might gossip, and Senior Jiang needs to move on, so don't drag him down."

Liang Zhenlun hinted with subtle rebuke.

Ai Qian, being sharp, caught the irritation in her boyfriend's voice; outwardly flustered, inwardly she thrilled.

Stirring his jealousy was exactly the aim of summoning Jiang Chen today.

She promptly nestled against him, murmuring sweetly, "Got it, got it."

Jiang Chen observed quietly from the side.

No sharper blow to the soul existed than this scene.

Back when she dated him, Ai Qian showed no such affection; even simple hand-holding demanded endless persuasion and hassle.

Yet today...

"Senior Jiang, we're heading out now," she added.

Liang Zhenlun flashed Jiang Chen a smile before striding off arm-in-arm with Ai Qian, the obvious winner in this matchup.

Jiang Chen remained solitary, gazing as the duo exited the woods, chatting animatedly before slipping into a vivid red Maserati.

Though the bootlicker stigma had long hardened his resolve beyond the norm, in that instant, a pang gripped Jiang Chen's heart.

He balled his hand into a fist, inhaled deeply, then forced a grin as if unperturbed, strolling casually from the maple grove.

"Jiang Chen, Ai Qian's totally exploiting you like a disposable item!"

A lanky, cheerful guy abruptly emerged, jolting Jiang Chen.

"Cut the crap," Jiang Chen barked, his temper frayed.

"How's it crap?

I witnessed the whole thing."

This upbeat fellow was Jiang Chen's dorm mate and steadfast buddy.

He utterly despised Ai Qian's greedy, superficial ways and fumed at her treating an ex like a mere utility post-breakup.

Ending things was anyone's prerogative.

He had no grounds to complain, but exploiting a pal afterward crossed the line for him.

"Don't you get it?

Ai Qian dragged you here today just to put on a show for Liang Zhenlun!

She's leveraging you to spark his insecurity and make him cherish her more.

Time to snap out of it!" Luo Peng urged with genuine concern.

Over the last two months, he'd lectured Jiang Chen endlessly, but to no avail—Jiang Chen persisted in his folly, unyielding and unresponsive, leaving Luo Peng exasperated.

"I get it now. No more meetings with her."

Sharing a class made total avoidance impossible.

Jiang Chen implied he'd sever ties with Ai Qian for good.

Luo Peng froze, taken aback.

"Jiang Chen, you mean it?"

Jiang Chen affirmed with a nod, his face lighting up with a relaxed smile, as if liberated from Ai Qian's repeated manipulations.

"Come on, round up Xiao Bai and the crew—drinks are on me tonight."

The abrupt change left Luo Peng skeptical,

"Jiang Chen...

you alright?"

His stare brimmed with suspicion, fearing his pal had cracked under the duo's antics.

"Hell yeah, I'm good.

Join me for a few extra rounds later," Jiang Chen shot back.

With that reassurance, Luo Peng eased up.

At last, fortune had shifted.

The chronic simp had awakened.

"Sure thing, this calls for a toast!" Luo Peng beamed sincerely.

Jiang Chen tilted his head skyward.

The dying sun bathed his striking, pure features, radiating a renewed energy.

"A bootlicker merits a thousand deaths."

He whispered to himself.

Luo Peng halted, then bobbed his head eagerly, echoing loudly,

"A bootlicker merits a thousand deaths!"