How can my simulation be a real love?

They actually asked for my opinion?! Great, I'm so happy!

I'm so happy!

Waaah, she actually asked me about such a socially relevant thing, a single-celled alga, and even mercifully let me participate in this super socially relevant activity. Even if I die now, it's worth it!

Naru-san, LOVE~

"Hmph, I... have no objection."

Even though his heart was already bursting with joy, his mind racing with excitement, Boqi still had to maintain a calm demeanor on the surface.

This way, you can naturally blend into the lives of people who are already living a fulfilling life, without it seeming out of place!

However, the corners of her mouth, which she couldn't hide, were almost reaching the sun and standing shoulder to shoulder with Lord Shaflin.

"I just made today's bento myself, so you two can try it out."

Kazami Mei was also experimenting a bit, using the skills given to him by Aine to cook for the first time. He didn't know how to cook and wasn't very confident in his skills.

"You made it yourself?"

Takamatsu was taken aback at first, as she had no recollection of Naru being able to cook in her fragmented memories.

Could it be that the fragments of memory she experienced in her dream were only a short part and not complete enough?

As for Boqi, she was truly shocked. She had spent almost all of her youth practicing guitar and making videos on YouTube, and she really knew nothing about anything else.

His cooking skills are absolutely hellish!

As a girl, I have grown up entirely thanks to my mother's patient upbringing. My wonderful mother has taken care of everything, including my lunchboxes and three meals a day. I even have to worry about getting poisoned by greasy oil when I fry an egg.

Why does Ming Sang seem more like a girl?

I was outdone!

Chapter Thirty-Three: Actually, I'm a little confident in my guitar skills.

Lamp was the first to pick up her chopsticks, gently picked up a small piece of hamburger steak from Kazami Naru's bento box, and slowly stuffed it into her little mouth under Pochi's envious gaze.

The next instant, a subtle salty and savory flavor bursts in your mouth.

The girl's amber eyes began to brighten slightly as she chewed slowly and carefully, unable to utter a single word for a while.

good to eat.

Even though it loses its calories when placed in a bento box, it's still surprisingly delicious.

Even though hamburger steak is a common home-cooked dish that his mother often makes, and the ingredients and dishes look very common, Gao Songdeng has never tasted such a unique and tender flavor before.

The moment you enter, it feels as if you are wrapped in a comfortable and warm soft cotton cloth.

It's like the sense of relief that washes over you when you receive a positive answer from Ming in your dream.

She could almost see the expectant smile on the face of the person cooking. They were definitely chopping the ingredients very carefully and then cooking the dish with great care.

This is a warm and familiar delicious taste.

But there was also a familiar yet strange feeling. Although it was the first time she had tasted this special delicacy, she felt as if she had experienced this warmth somewhere before.

"How about it?"

Kazami Mei looked up and down at the lamp, whose face hadn't changed much.

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"Very tasty."

"It's delicious. I want to eat Naru's cooking every day."

The girl casually uttered a declaration that sounded like a marriage proposal.

Then, the simple-minded Xiaodeng seemed to have thought of something, and quickly and carefully picked out the largest piece of fried tempura from her own lunchbox, gently picked it up with her chopsticks, and put it to his mouth.

"Hey, have a taste too."

"what?"

Feeding play, huh!?

Not to mention the most shocked person, Kazami Mei, even the person next to him, Pochi, was truly dumbfounded this time.

She had never seen a relationship between two people escalate so quickly. They had just become friends, and then the two of them, who were of the opposite sex, started feeding each other like a couple!

This is terrifying! Modern young people are really too reckless!

"Then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful."

It's just chopsticks that a pretty girl just used. So what if it leads to an indirect kiss?

Is it really because of shyness and concerns that they choose to hesitate?

What a joke! Does he really look like an innocent young man?

Not taking advantage of a good deal is simply the act of a bastard!

"Thank you, lamp."

"Ok!"

While Lixi was away, he took a bite off the tempura on his chopsticks.

Feeling the crispy texture and the fresh aroma of the shrimp meat in his mouth, Kazami raised an eyebrow slightly and began to scan his surroundings, as if searching for a figure with long, straight black hair.

Fortunately, Li Xi didn't get into Yu Qiu High School, otherwise he really wouldn't have dared to do this.

"Ming, you should extend a thank you—"

"It depends on the situation."

Sensing that the lantern was about to say something profound, Kazami Mei stopped her in time.

"I see, that's hard to understand."

Although still somewhat confused, the lamp simply nodded its little head obediently.

At this moment, it would be most appropriate for the simple-minded Xiaodeng to eat the bento. If she doesn't eat it, it will only make her fall into self-doubt and pessimism.

The interaction between the two made Goto Ichiri, who was standing next to her, increasingly conflicted. She stared at their interaction with some melancholy but dared not speak.

It was me, it was me first, I was clearly here first.

Whether we got to know each other or became friends, I was the one who came first.

Why can't we address each other by name?

"Won't you try some, Yili?"

"Hey! Thank you!"

Seeing that lonely figure huddled in the corner, Kazami Naruto, who could probably guess what she was thinking, casually picked up a hamburger with his chopsticks and put it in her bowl.

This simple change in action and address immediately elicited an excited and happy silly grin from Boqi-chan.

This woman is far too easy to understand.

"Ugh."

However, it was precisely because of this simple action that Xiaodeng, who was sitting on the other side, became somber.

The old chair, the wine, the old

Immediately realizing the problem, Kazami Naru also picked up another piece of chicken strip with her chopsticks.

The next moment, Xiaodeng, who had just looked dejected and pitiful, regained her initial gentle smile.

So, aren't you two a bit too easy to understand?

……

"Goto-kun, you can play the guitar?"

"Ah, I only know a little bit!"

When Pochi was discovered to be able to play the guitar, cold sweat began to pour from his forehead.

She initially brought her guitar to school simply to attract attention and, incidentally, to satisfy her vanity of being praised.

But if someone actually asks her, she obviously doesn't know how to respond, since she's only imagining things in her head.

"I actually brought my guitar to school just to see if anyone would like to form a band with me..."

In his panic, Pochi, who immediately began to self-destruct, had a somewhat evasive look in his eyes.

Most of her thoughts are unrealistic fantasies. If she were to accidentally utter these disgusting thoughts, she might be disliked as a lecherous leech.

No way! I just made some friends and they already dislike me!

Don’t do that kind of thing!

At least, at least ten years after I die!

"band?"

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Gao Songdeng was taken aback, and a hint of struggle seemed to flash across his face.

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She was still hesitant about whether she should directly ask Ming to form a band. The existence of Mygo in her memory was indeed an unforgettable and beautiful memory, but the 'beauty' in her eyes also became the jack that overwhelmed Ming.

Deng was afraid that if she asked him to form a band without her consent, she might inadvertently burden him with too much responsibility.

"Yes! Actually, I've been wanting to form a band for a while, but I just couldn't find anyone..."

"Kazami-san, do you know any musical instruments?"

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Goto Ichiri mustered her courage and looked at Kazami Naru in front of her, seemingly expecting her only friend with whom she could speak.

"I know a little bit about the electronic keyboard, but I'm not very good at it."

When asked, Kazami Naru simply gave a casual reply.

In the simulations, whether it was End of Band or Mygo, he played the keyboards.

Judging from the results, although the atmosphere in Mygo was very oppressive and heavy, each of the band members was quite outstanding. Once the band grows up, it is clear that it has the potential to debut as a professional band.

The band that ended their run was relatively mediocre, with only Boqi and Liang being the most outstanding members.

However, because of the presence of a gentle and sunny angel like Nijika who can take care of the whole team, the atmosphere of the band is much more relaxed and comfortable than that of Mygo, which is full of pressure. He doesn't feel any pressure at all when he's in the band.

Do we really have to choose one?

Simulation aside, whether he'll actually form a band in real life is still uncertain.

"Then, Ming Sangyuan, would you like to form a band with me?"

"Actually, I'm quite confident in my guitar skills..."

Chapter Thirty-Four, One Mile? [No Mercy]

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Upon hearing Kazami Naruto mention that he could play the electronic keyboard, Pochi-chan, her face beaming with anticipation, couldn't contain her excitement and took the initiative to invite him, hoping that this kind and handsome guy would agree to her request.

If I form a band with Ming-sang, I'm sure I can become a popular star too!

Click!

Pochi, whose face was full of anticipation, suddenly felt a pressure that made her tense up.

It felt like being drowning in the deep sea, unable to breathe, and my shoulders felt as heavy as if I were carrying a lead ball on my back.

Already timid, she was so frightened that she quickly looked around, but after scanning the area, she couldn't seem to find anything wrong.

What, what's going on?