How can my simulation be a real love?

This means that, at least in Kazami Mei's eyes, she's still a very attractive girl, right?

At that moment, Miss Pochi suddenly felt very confident.

……

The last time he came to Poch's room was the last time.

In fact, Kazami Mei didn't have any special impression of Goto Ichiri's room. As a girl, her room was a Japanese style without any 'girlish' atmosphere. It had an ordinary tatami mat with a low and plain round table, a simple and plain floor mirror, and a desk without any special features.

Rather than calling this Miss Pochi's room, it's more accurate to say this is just a place to sleep.

"Mingsang!"

Goto Ichiri, who was walking ahead, suddenly spoke, pulling Kazami Mei's wandering thoughts back.

"I suddenly feel like it's hard to relax just chatting in the room! So, could you please come with me to the closet?"

Goto Ichiri clenched her fists and asked the question as if nothing was wrong, but beneath her calm surface lay an unimaginable tension.

This sudden 'request' made Kazami Mei raise an eyebrow in surprise. For Pochi, the closet was actually the place where she felt most at ease, so it wouldn't be strange if such a 'request' came from her mouth.

What struck Kazami Mei as odd was that she was able to speak so directly and decisively today.

If it were the usual Goto Ichiri, she would never have been so decisive. Given her conflicted and timid personality, she would have hesitated for quite a while before daring to tentatively ask him a question.

"You actually lured me into the closet on purpose, Pochi, are you some kind of mimic monster?"

Kazami Mei's teasing smile made the pink-haired girl in front of her tremble. She immediately realized that her 'purpose' might have been discovered by the other party, but now she could not back down.

If she can't get inside the closet, it's hard for her to face Ming with the most serious yet relaxed attitude.

Think about it, what would Kita do in this situation?!

Miss Pochi, her mind racing, gently raised her head, her deep blue eyes, like the surface of water, beginning to dart around.

Faced with Mr. Kazami's amused teasing, Pochi did not panic as expected.

She simply stretched out her long, slender, jade-like fingers and gently brushed aside the cherry-colored hair that fell to her temples, gradually revealing her flawless, delicate profile and soft neck. A light, soft peach-pink halo appeared in it, instantly giving her a beauty like a lotus emerging from water.

The girl raised her eyes, which were like water, and spoke in a slightly nervous tone—

"...No, is that not allowed?"

"No problem, let's go."

Oh no, I have to admit defeat.

Kazami-sensei is not a very resilient type. He usually finds it easy to deal with Motoyo or Aine because their defenses are low enough. However, if he doesn't take the initiative, he will immediately show signs of weakness.

For example, right now, he actually agreed as soon as Miss Poch made a serious request.

"..."

Thinking of this, Kazami Mei's lips twitched.

He thought that Boqi was just a little wife he could easily control, but who knew that she seemed a little abnormal today. Her every move exuded a shyness and confidence that was completely different from her usual gloomy and self-consciousness, which made her already outstanding charm even more powerful.

Did Pochi secretly change the values?

This is simply numerical inflation; it completely destroys the entire mechanism!

"call……"

Goto Ichiri secretly breathed a sigh of relief and clenched her little fist in a blind spot where Kazami Mei couldn't see her.

Even though she didn't have Kita-chan's cute and lively personality, nor Ryo-senpai's pure beauty and alluring charm and appearance, Naruto always agreed to her requests and invitations instantly. This made the insecure and timid Pochi gradually gain confidence.

She seemed to suddenly realize why she was able to win in the [dream].

Could it be because Ming simply couldn't refuse her?!

Pochi, whose confidence had been swelling, suppressed the joy surging within her, temporarily calming her thoughts and excitement.

This is just the first step for her. If she wants to take this opportunity to completely change herself and her relationship with Ming, she needs to remain calm!

"Hmm? It seems like your closet is a bit more spacious than before, Pochi?"

The dimly lit and narrow closet was noticeably more spacious than the last time. When Kazami Naruto came before, there wasn't even room to put his feet down, and the two of them had to huddle together, occupying only a small portion of the space.

But now things have changed a lot. Even when Kazami Mei sits cross-legged with her hands outstretched, there is still a lot of space between her and the ground.

She only gradually came back to her senses when she heard Kazami Naru's question. Goto Ichiri replied with a flushed face, "Ah... that's because when Naru-san came over last time, you said that it might be a bit too crowded for two people, so I cleaned it up a bit."

"Now, with just a little squeezing in, even two people can sleep here without any problem!"

The words slipped out of her mouth without being filtered by her brain. Full of confidence, Miss Pochi couldn't help but put on a 'praise me' expression. But after a long time, her expression began to stiffen. Suddenly realizing the 'ambiguity,' she instinctively wanted to pull her head back.

No, how could she back down at a time like this?

This is a rare opportunity to be alone with Mingsang. If I back down at this moment and become that shy, timid, and useless person who doesn't dare to speak my mind, then what's the point of all my efforts today and the encouragement from others?!

No, quickly think about what Senior Ryo would do!

"...It's a little stuffy in the closet."

The pink-haired girl muttered in a very stiff tone, and then, under Kazami Mei's questioning gaze, she grabbed the zipper of her tracksuit.

Kazami Naruto suddenly realized something and instinctively blurted out, "Miss Pochi? You wouldn't happen to be..."

"Isn't Mingsang hot? I feel like I can hardly breathe..."

Goto Ichiri murmured softly, her voice trembling, her rapid, disordered breathing becoming increasingly chaotic with her movements.

She heard a 'zip' sound and pulled down the zipper of her tracksuit. The intense heat of her body was overwhelming, and her delicate, fair face was flushed with a luscious color, like a sunset. Her soft neck and loose white shirt, which were wrapped in the tracksuit, were fully exposed.

The moment Goto Ichiri pulled open his loose tracksuit, Kazami Mei felt the air begin to feel heavy.

The scent of the shampoo emanating from the girl's body wafted through the narrow closet. The sheer visual impact made Kazami Naru desperately try to look away, but as if he were sniping from the center with auto-aiming, his muscles reflexively jerked his gaze back the moment he moved his aim.

Even Miss Su Shi might pale in comparison to her.

"..."

Oh no, oh no, oh no! Is this pink-haired girl really Miss Pochi?!

Why did she suddenly become so adept at using her own advantages to make Kazami's flesh harden so badly?

Mr. Kazami, who had originally intended to see what Pochi was up to, was now experiencing a surge of thoughts like a tsunami, and his head was starting to spin uncontrollably.

Let alone his usual keen observation and way of thinking, he might even have difficulty maintaining the most basic composure.

Just before the tightrope of reason was about to snap, Kazami Naru awkwardly changed the subject: "Speaking of which... Pochi, you said you had something to show me today, what is it?"

Goto Ichiri, whose head was practically burning with embarrassment, shifted her thoughts slightly. The shy and reluctant expression on the girl's face, which was flushed, gradually softened, and her bright blue eyes, which held a hint of gentleness, gazed in a certain direction.

"I...I'll look for it first!"

"...Um, Naruto-san, could you move aside a little?"

Kazami Mei instinctively stepped aside, making room for the pink-haired girl in front of her.

Reaching out, he kept groping in the dimly lit closet. Because he needed to search, Goto Ichiri was very close to him. Underneath the unzipped tracksuit, it was like Exodia unleashed from its seal, radiating a power to destroy everything at all times.

Even through the loose white shirt, Kazami Mei could still feel this astonishing pressure.

"...I'm sorry."

Every now and then her hand would touch his, and Miss Pochi, her face flushed, would apologize softly as she continued to explore.

Kazami Mei, who was pinned down by her, felt like her vision was about to go black. It took her a long time to finally pull out a small notebook from the closet. Kazami Mei could tell at a glance that the notebook looked very familiar.

"This, this is actually a notebook that Xiaodeng gave me. I just wanted Ming to see this!"

Goto Ichiri nervously handed over the notebook, and seeing how serious she was, Kazami Mei calmed down a bit.

But the moment he opened the notebook, his expression froze.

"Is this... lyrics?"

Wait, why do these lyrics look so familiar?

71

Chapter 71 I will give you everything I have.

The lyrics, or more accurately, the lyrics of the new song.

Even though the band's recent activities have mostly revolved around school, practice, and street performances, they have never forgotten to prepare for new songs and live performances. In order to compete with Mygo on stage, they are always in top form.

Goto Ichiri, who was in charge of 'lyric writing', often wrote lyrics in private, and this notebook was a lyric book given to her by Takamatsu Akari.

If the notebook had only contained ordinary lyrics to a new song, perhaps Kazami Mei's expression wouldn't have become so strange. The problem is that the lyrics in the notebook look very familiar, even strangely familiar.

As the composer, Mr. Kazami recognized it at a glance.

This is the score he wrote himself in the simulation, the song that brought the End Band to the top - "The Pure White Flower That Never Withers"!

"These lyrics are ones I just wrote recently, and I really want Ming to see them first!"

Goto Ichiri's eyes darted around as he spoke in a low, trembling voice, his inner emotions churning as the notebook slipped from his grasp.

This song, "The Pure White Flower That Never Withers," is the one she is most skilled at performing in the [Dream].

At her peak, she could perform this difficult piece of music in an absolutely perfect state. However, because the details of the dream are somewhat vague, even Goto Ichiri herself, who has trained it to the point of being an instinct, still finds it difficult to reproduce it in reality.

However, Goto Ichiri still managed to write the lyrics based on her vague memory.

"Ming-sang, what do you think...?"

The girl nervously clenched her small fists, looking intently at Kazami Naru, who was frowning deeply.

Because of the hazy memories, this song, "The Pure White Flower That Never Fades," will inevitably differ somewhat from the song in the "dream." However, Goto Ichiri filled the 'blank' spaces in her memory with her own colors, pouring all her love and determination into the lyrics.

To outsiders, these might just be lyrics for a band, but to Kazami Akira, the 'composer'—

This is the purest and most romantic impact of love.

It lacks flowery language, is not a straightforward or ambiguous interaction, and is not an envelope that subtly expresses affection.

This is a unique and pure expression belonging solely to the young girl, belonging only to 'Goto Ichiri', a confession that only she and he understand!

"..."

Kazami Mei fell silent.

The scene of dating and marrying Goto Ichiri in the simulation was still vivid in his mind, making him feel a kind of indescribable melancholy at this moment.

The song "The Pure White Flower That Never Fades" was composed by him for his lover, but now the lyrics have taken on a different meaning due to Ichiri Goto's alterations. It is no longer just a musical score he composed to express his feelings alone.

It is the crystallization of their heartfelt emotions—

Kazami Mei never expected that she hadn't written the song in real life yet, but Ms. Goto, whom she relied on so much in the simulation, had already written the lyrics first. Moreover, the emotions she poured into the song were no less than her own.

This was also when he truly felt the extremely subtle and pure emotions that the other person had buried in their heart.

"Yili, what are your thoughts on the lyrics you wrote?"

Kazami Mei's voice seemed a little hoarse as his emotions surged. He raised his dark eyes, which could see through everything, and stared at the timid girl in front of him who had mustered up the courage to raise her head.

Upon hearing this, Goto Ichiri was clearly at a loss, and she awkwardly pressed her clenched fists against her thighs.

The girl hesitated because of her inner anxiety, just like she always hesitated when Kazami Naruto took the initiative to talk to her. But this moment of hesitation made her feel a sense of panic. She knew that she had almost fallen into the same situation as before.

It must be said.

"...I, I have always been composing with Ming. Ming can always write very, very good songs with ease. You are the backbone of the live performances, leading everyone, while I have always been slowly taking steps under your 'protection'. Every step I take is Ming pushing my back from behind."

Holding your hand, I feel lost yet keep moving forward.

“I always try my best to keep up with Ming’s pace, but every time I take a step forward, I start to back down in fear, because I’m afraid that Ming will look at me with disappointment, afraid that Ming will no longer have expectations of me.”

The pink-haired girl's eyes trembled violently as she met his gaze, as if they were just talking about 'ordinary' band topics.

“Whenever I think of this, I start to back down... Ming, however, continues to hold my hand after I back down, making me uncontrollably keep moving forward.”

"But I am also very clear that I absolutely cannot rely on Ming alone."

The girl's sky-blue eyes were no longer confused; under the bright lights of the night, they seemed to radiate a dazzling starlight. The girl who once hid behind Kazami Mei no longer looked timid; she simply pursed her cherry lips and stared straight ahead.

Those trembling, chilling yet resolute words were breaking free from the girl's hoarse throat—

"Because I am the Guitar Hero!"

The job of a hero is to protect and lead others.

Goto Ichiri wanted to see Kazami Mei's surprised look, and to hear his words of surprise and praise in her ear; but she didn't want to be like in the "dream," simply nestled contentedly in his arms, and didn't want Mei to unilaterally hold her hand.