It's just The Sims, how did it become my ideal love story?

Chapter 23 Is that me?

Seeing Gu Huai's silence, she added one last sentence.

He won't know.

The opportunity to volunteer during the meeting was something she fought for.

She also had no idea that when she saw the live stream turn out like this, it was almost entirely her own decision to have Gu Huai take over.

If at this point he still answers that he lacks confidence, he is rejecting the opportunity.

Then she would be very disappointed to come here.

I was very disappointed to see him again.

He is not Gu Huai at all.

The office was completely silent, so quiet that it was as if even breathing didn't exist.

However, there are clearly two people inside, a man and a woman, who are very close to each other, but they are not a couple.

indeed.

I'm really good at disappointing people, and that's been true for most of my life.

My parents never affirmed me, yet they set countless expectations for me.

Every exam result, every moment of advancement to a higher level of education.

These were the times when he was most able to feel the emotion of disappointment.

They will sigh for themselves and criticize themselves mercilessly to their relatives and friends.

They would repeatedly bring up these disappointing experiences when they had nothing to do.

Therefore, Gu Huai always believed that he was incapable of changing any status quo, that his abilities were extremely limited, and that no matter how hard he tried, he could not compare to others in the slightest.

But I'm almost thirty.

Do I still want to live like this?
Do we still want to live a life where we can see the end from the beginning?
Continue to accept the status quo as unchangeable, and live a mediocre life just to survive?

The opportunity Cai Yan spoke of was still something she couldn't possibly obtain, and she was already pessimistic about the outcome before anything even started.

He suddenly thought of sleep pods.

I thought of simulation.

Didn't I do it in the simulation? I was able to throw a punch, wasn't I?

Haven't I realized that those fantasies are truly terrifying?

So why not treat this as a simulation as well? Why not just treat real life as a simulation as well?

Alive.

We cannot live merely to survive.

Gu Huai took a deep breath and stood up when Cai Yan lowered her eyes and even wanted to give up and turn away.

"I'll give it a try and do my best."

Cai Yan was stunned for a moment before realizing that the man in front of her seemed to be exuding a different aura.

That was the kind of quality I was truly familiar with, the kind of quality that should be present in him.

calm.

She was so calm that it gave the impression she might go crazy at any moment.

"Really?"

Cai Yan confirmed it, still feeling uneasy.

Gu Huai nodded. "I'll try my best. Just don't laugh at me if I fail."

"How could that be? Is there anything you need to prepare?"

"It's all in my head. There's no time to prepare now. I hope my memory hasn't deteriorated."

"Okay. Let's go."

Cai Yan didn't know what he was thinking when he made the change.

But shouldn't they have their own merits?
The woman turned around, seemingly to lead the way, but she didn't want Gu Huai to see the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but turn up.

How could I ruin my image in front of him? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rebuild my image, something that only comes a few times in a lifetime.

Gu Huai followed Cai Yan out of the office.

She wore makeup that she hadn't even bothered to look at.

I walked toward the busy workspace.

The live-streaming sales host was taking a break, and the female host, who was getting a little impatient, looked at Cai Yan, who had brought the group over.

"Is this even going to work? We've been waiting this long, and if we wait any longer, everyone in the live stream will leave. If it really doesn't work, why don't you find another streamer? You can't even find a reliable employee."

Cai Yan calmly watched the complaining female anchor.

"Don't worry, the employee who will be working with you this time is named Gu Huai. He is very professional and you can trust him. You can ask him any questions you may have."

The female anchor then looked at Gu Huai, who was standing silently to the side.

"Him? He looks quite ordinary, not as good-looking as the last one, that's for sure. You, on the other hand, are quite good-looking, why don't you come?"

Gu Huai's lips twitched involuntarily.

Good guy.

Are all people who make a living online this honest in real life? Don't they even bother with polite formalities?

Cai Yan smiled and looked at the other person, "I only started working yesterday, so I don't really know that much about the content. You can really rest assured this time, he will cooperate very well."

The female anchor seems to have no other choice.

"Fine, anyway, it's your product, and you're the ones who paid for it. I'm not responsible if there are any problems. Come on." "Go ahead."

Cai Yan said to Gu Huai.

Gu Huai looked at her and asked, "Isn't the word 'Pikachu' missing at the end?"

Cai Yan couldn't help but laugh, "You can even joke around now, so it seems you're not nervous anymore."

"It's okay, I'm not nervous."

"Hahaha, stop being so glib, and stop with the tired jokes. Go sit down, I'll wait for you to finish your stream."

".good."

Gu Huai originally wanted to say that it was unnecessary.

But thinking about it later, I realized that what she meant probably wasn't that she wanted to let me know if anything happened after I finished my work, but rather that she wanted to make sure there wouldn't be any more problems with the live stream.

There's no need for me to be presumptuous.

Treating reality like a simulation and letting go of unnecessary anxiety and pressure is something I've just figured out. But I shouldn't be that narcissistic.

He sat down not far from the female anchor and saw the live-streaming phone that had been set up.

The anchor's assistant, who was in charge of lighting, was right next to him.

This was a situation I had never experienced before.

Even if I try to convince myself to treat it as a simulation, as a dream, my heart still races, my breathing becomes heavy, and even my stomach starts to ache slightly.

The female anchor next to me asked.

"Ready? Let's start the broadcast."

Just as I was about to answer, something nameless seemed to block my throat.

He was very familiar with this feeling of tension; it was the one he experienced most often.

I've had too many experiences in my life where I didn't dare to express myself or was ashamed to do so.

The sensitivity of feeling inadequate and believing that no one will care about what I say, no one will listen, and no one will find it interesting has been a constant companion throughout my life.

He kept telling himself that.

Things will get better once you get to junior high school.

Things will be better once you get to high school.

Things will be better once you get into university.

You'll be fine once you enter society.

But he kept finding that it was useless, and even wondered if hanging himself would cure everything.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

At this point, he acknowledged that human thought is faster than anything else.

Perhaps none of this can be cured, and perhaps some personality traits are difficult to change in a lifetime.

Then it would be better if he went crazy.

It would be better if he acted like a lunatic.

In this day and age, who isn't a little crazy? Let's not just let simulations go mad, let's make reality go crazy too.

"Ready, let's begin."

Gu Huai nodded.

I looked at the phone's camera again.

He seemed to have entered a state he had never experienced before, a state that was difficult to describe.

I could hear every word the female anchor next to me said clearly, and I could see every rapidly scrolling message on the screen.

All the information I had about the company's products came to mind naturally, just as I had imagined.

It feels like in class when the teacher suddenly asks a question that only you know the answer to.

And they made you stand up and speak eloquently in front of all your classmates.

All they can say about you is admiration and wonder.

"Wow."

"He knows that too?"

"How can he be so smart!"

"He's really amazing, no wonder he's Gu Huai."

Admittedly, these voices have never appeared in his life.

Admittedly, the person receiving these praises is never myself.

But is he really not me?

He had no idea how significant this day would be to his later life.

I don't know how relaxed and natural I look in the camera right now.

They would never know that not far behind him...

There was a person who clenched their hand, placed it to their lips, and gently bit their nails.

He finally slowly loosened his grip on her fist.

It eased her furrowed brow.

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(End of this chapter)