How can my simulation be a real love?

The translucent egg white gradually solidifies as it is fried in boiling hot oil. Even without the Sharingan, he can easily fry a perfect three-person serving of fried eggs. This simple dish can be made even with his eyes closed.

Because the three of them came from three completely different schools, Kazami Naru had to prepare lunch boxes for the three of them. Originally, he was planning to cook a bowl of blood-nourishing red date porridge to take to school and give to Miss Aine.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems she should take the day off?

"I went a little too far with my 'prank' on her yesterday. Should I apologize to her tomorrow?"

It's not entirely his fault, after all, the pink-haired guy was indeed a bit too smug before.

She had deliberately provoked and seduced him during the band's 'training', and she would also deliberately seduce him from time to time on ordinary days. She would also tease him foolishly from time to time. She was just like a big female devil. Who wouldn't be furious if they encountered this situation?

You naturally evil, lewd pink-haired brat, I should have taught you a lesson long ago!

hum-

Suddenly, the phone next to him started playing "Haruhi Kage" automatically. Kazami Mei instinctively picked up the phone and held it between her shoulder and head, while her hands continued cooking without being idle.

Hello? Is this Yuuka-sensei?

Kazami Mei paused in her grip on the spatula, raising an eyebrow in slight confusion.

"Miss Lan? Why are you calling me so early today?"

[I'm here to urge you on the artwork for your next exhibition. The London International Art Prize is just around the corner; I hope your work for this exhibition is ready by now?]

The cold question from the other end of the phone made Kazami Ming's expression freeze abruptly. It was only after the other person reminded him that he suddenly remembered this matter.

After all, he has hardly had any time to create lately, and even when he does have time, he spends it all on the operation of his three bands. This has led to the fact that the sketches he had put aside during this period are now coming back all at once, like a python coiling around him.

After the band's recent live performances ended, they began preparing for the production of CDs and music videos. As for Ave Mujica, there wasn't much work for him to do for the time being. Only Mygo was preparing for several shows recently.

These accumulated and complicated tasks might be heavy shackles for ordinary people, but for Kazami Mei, they are not a big burden.

After all, Kazami Mei's physical condition is really good, and it feels like she is gradually developing in the direction of a vampire.

However, while these tasks are not a burden, they still require enough time to complete. In addition, Kazami Mei cannot neglect his girlfriend while focusing on work, which has led to the artwork being delayed longer and later, until it has become the situation it is now.

【Yuuka-sensei?】

The agent's question snapped Kazami Naruto back to his senses. He simply coughed and said nonchalantly, "It's almost finished. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to submit the manuscript in the next couple of days."

I think it hasn't gone on for very long yet?

The manager on the other end of the phone remained completely calm, her emotions eerily stable throughout, which made Mr. Kazami, who had been immediately seen through, raise his eyebrows.

No, she installed a camera in my house.

I didn't install any cameras in your house, but since you haven't finished yet... the time is getting tight, and I think it's necessary for me to come and supervise in person.

“I think it’s unnecessary. Los Angeles needs you more right now than I do.”

[Then please finish the artwork, Ms. Yuuka. There's also the upcoming "Paris International Art Salon Exhibition." Although Ms. Yuuka is already a rising star among talented artists, only by completing these projects can she truly earn her reputation.]

[If you qualify to participate in the Fantasy Exhibition before the age of twenty, you will undoubtedly become a world-class painter.]

Before the age of twenty?

Kazami Mei nodded thoughtfully, then said slowly and calmly, "I remember the plan was to have me participate in the Fantasy Exhibition at the youngest age, and then win the highest-level Platinum Award within a year, right?"

[I do have complete faith in Yuuka-sensei's abilities. Even before you're eighteen, you can still win a world-class award. At that time, you'll stand at the pinnacle of the world. However... you don't seem to care much about that?]

If you really want to know, he doesn't really care.

The Fantasy Exhibition is indeed the highest hall of fame for world-class artists, but Kazami Naruto has already won the Platinum Award there, so even if he really wanted to pay more attention to it, it would be difficult for him to pay special attention to it.

"okay, I get it."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Kazami Mei slowly hung up the phone.

"Looks like we need to speed up our work today."

"Looks like there's no other way, I'll just have to skip class today!"

Kazami Mei slowly scooped out the bacon that had been fried until the edges were golden brown in the pan, and muttered to himself as he placed the sumptuous breakfast he had prepared on the table. However, before he could even begin his 'wake-up call,' Wakaba Mutsumi, rubbing his eyes, had already come into the living room.

"Good morning, Xiaomu."

Kazami Mei subconsciously turned around and greeted him, which gradually woke up the sleepy girl.

"...Good morning, Ming."

The girl with long, light green hair pursed her lips slightly, a large, soft cucumber-shaped pillow was held to her chest, and her loose, light green cucumber nightgown fluttered lightly, as if the sleepy Miss Mu would float directly into the sky at any moment.

She then slowly sat down in her seat, picked up her chopsticks, and sipped the perfectly cooked fried egg and the cucumber salad. Her golden eyes immediately sparkled with light.

"It's delicious today too, I... really like it."

Kazami raised her eyebrows and stood silently in place.

If you weren't charmed by the cucumber at first glance, you win!

Before he could even speak, Little Cucumber was charmed into saying "I like it," a huge win for her!

Thinking of this, Kazami Mei slowly untied the pink apron around his waist. At this moment, it was as if he had also released the seal on his body. He sat down next to Wakaba Mutsu at a leisurely pace, then hugged her and kissed her hard.

"..."

The fiancée's pretty face flushed slightly, but she obediently played the role of a 'pillow'.

Perhaps because of this, she gently raised her head and asked, "I just heard... Ming was on the phone with Miss Lan. Is there any work to be done today?"

"To be precise, there is 'a lot' of work to be done, but the most important thing is the artwork to be handed over to Ms. Lan later."

These words caused a hint of worry to flash in Wakaba Mutsu's eyes. As her future wife, she should have a responsibility to share the burden with her husband, but Miss Mutsu was completely helpless and couldn't help with Kazami Mei's work.

As Mutsu gradually fell silent, her movements as she ate her breakfast slowed down. Even though she had her back to Kazami and didn't show her expression to him, he still noticed something was off.

"Ah—speaking of which, I need Xiao Mu's help with something later."

"?"

Originally somewhat dejected, Wakaba Mutsu suddenly raised her head, and a hint of surprise appeared on her usually expressionless face. Kazami Mei, who immediately noticed the change in her expression, smiled.

Kazami Naruto's right index finger unconsciously traced across the dining table. The dazed little wooden boy seemed to sense something, so he used his fork to pick up half a cucumber and then slowly fed it to him.

This left Kazami Mei somewhat at a loss.

Could you feed me with your mouth next time?

"This matter is quite important to my work going forward, but there aren't many people who can do it well... Right now, the only person I can ask for help is you, Xiaomu. Could you lend me a hand?"

A look of surprise gradually appeared on the doll's delicate face, followed by a faint joy. Then, she slowly raised her little head, her bright golden eyes shining with a resolute light.

"Yes, I'd like to help."

Everyone should learn from this! Everyone should learn from this!

Can the coach teach you these things?

Seeing the serious expression on Xiao Mu's face, Feng Jianming, who had gradually calmed down, coughed twice and said, "Xiao Mu, you should know... what my artistic style is like. However, creating these things requires inspiration, but now you've seen it—"

"I have to take the day off to work on my manuscript at home today, and I don't have any time to gather materials right now. But I suddenly remembered that you are still a member of the gardening department, so I can only ask you to go to the school and take some pictures of flowers and plants."

"..."

Wakaba Mutsu nodded blankly, seemingly gradually understanding what he was saying.

A faint smile appeared in Kazami's eyes. He was like Villager A, giving a quest to the 'Hero'. His serious expression made the little 'Cucumber Hero' nod, and his cute little head swayed slightly.

"The only person I can ask for help right now is Xiao Mu."

"You, understand?"

The girl nodded vigorously again, responding solemnly.

"clear."

"I want to help Shangming."

As she spoke, Ruoye Mu quickly stuffed the remaining cucumber into her mouth. Picking up the bento box was like picking up a 'holy sword' to defeat the demon king. She couldn't wait to change her clothes and ran to the entrance, as if every second was extremely important to her.

She seemed very happy.

Leaning against the wall, Hachiman Kairin spoke slowly and deliberately. Having woken up at some point, she slowly walked to Kazami Naruto's side. Her cat-like steps seemed to make no sound, almost startling Mr. Kazami.

"Hailin, don't you make any sound when you walk?"

"I believe I still have it."

Hachiman Kairin raised an eyebrow playfully. She slowly picked up her chopsticks and took out a sliced ​​octopus sausage. Just as Kazami Naru thought she was going to feed it to him like Mutsu had done, her expressionless best friend simply put it into his own mouth.

Before Kazami Mei could even open her mouth to complain, the aloof, icy beauty suddenly closed the distance between them.

"...!@#!"

When the aloof and elegant beauty returned to her original position, the little octopus that she had been biting had quietly disappeared.

Chapter 138 If Ming Needs Anything [5k]

The innate talent gap between people is actually far greater than the chasm between heaven and earth.

The blonde woman sitting on the sofa slowly closed her eyes and solemnly and with deep emotion put down the painting in her hands.

Artistic creation has long been an instinct etched into his bones and roots. No matter how complex or profound the emotion, he can perfectly integrate it into color and brushstrokes, depicting the emotions hidden deep in everyone's heart in a substantial way.

This is the artist whose pen name is 'Youxiang'.

"Very impressive, even more impressive than before."

The colors in the world are infinite, but the colors that human eyes can distinguish and perceive are limited.

Even a child who has just started learning to paint understands such a simple principle, yet this painting of Cinderella, with its overall light gray tone, makes these extremely limited colors bloom infinitely in front of the viewer.

Such extraordinary talent and terrifyingly skillful drawing techniques make one wonder if this guy has lived for at least eighty years.

"This is art that resonates with your emotions."

The agent's praise made Kazami Naru breathe a sigh of relief. During this time, he kept speeding up his writing pace and completed both works for the London International Art Exhibition and the Paris International Art Salon Exhibition in one go.

Although Kazami Mei has enough confidence in his own abilities, art ultimately needs to be recognized by others; no matter how profound his painting skills are or how high his level of artistic achievement is, it will ultimately remain hidden somewhere unknown.

"I will submit the two works to art exhibitions in the UK and France respectively. If nothing unexpected happens... the results should be available in a week at most, and I will inform you of the awards immediately."

"Miss Lan, are you planning to deliver it yourself?"

Upon realizing this, a strange glint flashed in Kazami Mei's eyes.

The agent simply nodded slowly, her beautiful face displaying a serious expression, and responded calmly and matter-of-factly.

"In my opinion, your work is undoubtedly worthy of a gold medal or higher, and the future value of these two paintings will far exceed expectations. I cannot entrust them to any other person or organization for transportation with peace of mind."

"...Thank you so much, it's too kind of you to make two special trips."

There's practically no more dedicated agent than her, taking two flights to two distant countries in a row.

"It's my pleasure."

She spoke with the same respectful tone as always, and then the agent expertly put on snow-white cotton gloves and carefully placed "Cinderella" into a custom-made mahogany frame, her movements as devout as if she were placing a sleeping princess in a cozy place.

As the shock-absorbing foam wrapped around the edges of the picture frame, Miss Lan suddenly turned to look at Kazami Naru, who was pouring her tea.

"Please, Ms. Yuuka, there's no need to continue entertaining me. Time is of the essence... I need to board the plane as quickly as possible, since I simply cannot bear to leave such a work in a place where no one knows about it."

"I'm sorry, it took a lot of time to finish, which is why you're in such a rush now."

Kazami Mei also understood that this was his fault. After all, managing three bands was already exhausting enough, and he also needed to prepare for the upcoming live performances, leaving him with very little time for creative work.

Regardless of the reason, the fact remains that it has been delayed until now.

"Please don't apologize, Ms. Yuuka. It's never too much time to spend on a work of this caliber."

"Believe me, these two works will definitely shock the entire art world... At that time, those old-fashioned and conservative people will understand that the real Cinderella does not need glass slippers at all - she herself is the crystal that illuminates the midnight."

After saying those words, the agent left in a hurry, remaining respectful until her figure disappeared.

Despite having worked with him as his manager for a long time, this blonde woman maintained an extremely rigid and respectful attitude throughout. She was so dedicated to her work yet didn't ask for a high salary, which made Kazami Mei wonder how to get along with her.

"..."

When the soft sound of the front door closing came from the entrance hall, Xiao Mutou, who was sitting on the sofa with a tense nerve, gradually relaxed. She leaned against the sofa, swaying slightly, and remained motionless like a doll.

Wakaba Mutsu has absolute trust in Kazami Mei's painting abilities, but she doesn't quite trust herself as her 'inspiration provider' because she's not very good at taking pictures, so she can only take a bunch of pictures of all sorts of scenes.

After taking a lot of photos, Wakaba Mutsu suddenly realized that too many photos and too much mess would actually affect Mei's performance.

Now that the painting has been perfectly approved by Miss Lan, this worried fiancée can finally put her mind at ease.