How can my simulation be a real love?

The agent on the other end of the phone was slightly taken aback; she clearly hadn't expected Kazami Naruto to speak in such a way.

It's worth noting that the works that won gold medals at the London and Paris art exhibitions were created by Kazami Mei at the same time. These works, with completely opposite styles but of unimaginable quality, were created by the same person!

How could she remain calm when a top-tier artist who can create two paintings at the same time and win international gold awards for each one says he wants to dedicate himself to completing one work?

Chapter 143 I've been waiting for this for a long time! [3k]

The agent knew it wasn't right to pry into other people's privacy, but her burning curiosity and anticipation were hard to suppress. After hesitating for a while, she finally broke the silence and couldn't help but speak—

"Are you preparing... a piece for the 'Fantasy Exhibition'?"

of course not.

During this time, Kazami Mei has been creating new works, and his body has completely adapted to the rhythm of LV5 painting. In addition, he has never experienced a car accident in real life, but his dominant hand has not suffered irreversible damage.

Having both a naturally dominant hand and a practice hand, he is even stronger than his simulated self! He has also made up for his lack of experience and skill level after participating in many art exhibitions.

He can now be described in just four words—

Complete Realm

He had made up his mind before he even started writing, and now it was time to fully fulfill his promise.

"No, I just wanted to draw something I like."

Kazami Mei's words, which sounded like a riddle, were puzzling, but the meticulous manager immediately noticed something amiss. After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, she sighed softly as if she understood something.

"I see."

The agent who uttered those words looked at the mountain of invitations piled up on her desk. The gold lettering of "Special Exhibition of Art at the Louvre" at the top stung her eyes, and a throbbing pain gradually spread through her temples.

Winning major awards at two art exhibitions in a row is far more impressive than she described. Foreign media outlets are now describing Kazami Mei as a "spirit that has stepped out of a 19th-century oil painting," and various art associations have extended invitations to this mysterious new talent.

The problem is that this mysterious "Yuuka" teacher is in Japan and has never publicly participated in an award ceremony.

These random invitations naturally all had to be handled by her, the agent.

"Then please feel free to contact me when you have some free time."

The moment she uttered those words, the agent let out a long sigh.

She naturally understood the complex interpersonal relationships around Teacher Yuuka. Not only was he engaged to the eldest daughter of the Wakaba family, but he also lived with several beautiful girls. His private life was quite remarkable.

However, the agent was simply used to it.

Ms. Lan, who is in charge of the East Asia region at Fantasy Group, has met all kinds of artists over the years, including many abstract and distorted artists, and even those who can be described as eccentric.

Compared to these Western artists, Yuuka-sensei's level is nothing!

Rather, it would be more accurate to describe him as an artist who, despite being underage and having only been in the industry for a few months, has already won major art awards in both Britain and France, possessing a seasoned painting technique reminiscent of legendary masters of the last century, as well as extraordinary talent and artistic vision—

It would be strange if it didn't have a few unique features.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you, Miss Lan."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Kazami Mei slowly hung up the phone. On the wooden board in the private studio, there was a pure white and clean sheet of drawing paper, with high-quality oil paints neatly arranged next to it, and many exquisite glass bottles around it.

There were only two ordinary oil paintbrushes, which seemed somewhat out of place inside.

"So, what's next is..."

Kazami Mei took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and prepared to dial Ichiji Nijika's number.

The reason he refused Miss Lan's request to continue participating in the art exhibition was to fulfill the promise he had made to Hongxia: that he would paint her portrait first when he was fully proficient in this "painting skill".

Ding-dong-

The sudden doorbell rang, causing him to pause abruptly. With some doubt in his heart, Kazami turned to look in the direction of the entrance. He remembered that at this time, Mutsu and Hailin had gone out shopping and shouldn't be back so soon.

The doorbell rang only once, which was enough to show that the 'guest' outside the door was rather gentle or shy.

After all, if it were a pink-haired girl standing at the door, she would either excitedly ring the doorbell repeatedly from the start, or she would keep ringing after the first time there was no response. If it were Ms. Liang, then her Line would already be ringing by now.

Of course, it's also possible that the person standing at the door is Ultraman Taro.

After thinking for a moment, he immediately went to open the door.

The moment the door opened, a petite blonde girl came into view. Her energetic side ponytail, tied on her left side, swayed gently in the air. A hint of softness flashed in her fiery crimson eyes, and there seemed to be an indescribable shyness on her face.

The playful golden Doritos swayed gently in the breeze, as if overflowing with its cuteness.

"Ming, good afternoon?"

The girl's greeting had an upward inflection at the end, and her left hand gripped the strap of her canvas bag tightly, as if she was trying to suppress her inner tension.

Kazami Mei simply raised an eyebrow.

"Great, it's delivered right to our doorstep."

He was just thinking about whether to make an appointment with Miss Nijika, but who knew that she would obediently come to his door on her own? This made Kazami Mei unable to help but start to suspect that there was some 'world's big hand' behind it all?

Thinking of this, Kazami Mei slowly reached out and precisely took the girl's small hand, startling the shy blonde girl so much that her delicate body trembled violently. Such a sudden 'attack' left her somewhat at a loss, but Ijiji Nijika did not make any move to resist.

Feeling shy, she raised her eyelids and spoke with a hint of surprise in her voice—

"A chime?!"

"Hongxia, could you please come over here for a moment?"

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Ichi Nijika's tone immediately softened, and her originally vibrant face was instantly flushed with a faint blush.

Led by the black-haired boy, she subconsciously followed him into the entrance hall, then took off her red and white canvas shoes, revealing her pure white socks, and finally followed Kazami Naruto into the living room in her own fluffy little lion slippers.

"Um, may I ask what it's for?"

You'll see in a bit~

Kazami Mei just winked at her mysteriously, which made the already confused Miss Nijika even more puzzled. But the next moment, as if she suddenly thought of something, her ears turned bright red at a visible speed.

Perhaps some strange images were flashing through her mind, for Iji Chikuni Natsumi, her face flushed, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She then lowered her eyes shyly, and finally, after a long pause, spoke slowly in a gentle tone—

"Um... actually, there's no need for you to be in such a hurry, right? After all, look... I'm right here~ I'm not going to suddenly run away, am I?"

"No, I've been waiting for this for a long time."

"Woo-"

Kazami Mei's slightly forceful attitude made the girl's cheeks blush even more. She could only suppress her shyness and lower her head again. Her long golden hair shone softly under the lamplight, and her figure seemed to be the only warm sun in the winter.

She wanted to cover her flushed face like she did back then, but with one hand holding her shoulder bag and the other in Ming's hand, she could only lower her head like an ostrich, trying to hide the embarrassing expression on her face.

The next moment, she was taken to the art studio.

"Eh?"

The blonde girl blinked blankly, then turned to look at the black-haired boy beside her.

"Ming, could it be... that you're planning to have me as your painting model?"

"Of course! Didn't we make a promise before? I would paint a picture of you, Hongxia, myself."

Seeing Kazami Mei's smug expression, she finally understood. This made the shy Nijika subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief, but the moment the tension dissipated, a faint sense of loss appeared in her heart, making her eyes seem somewhat helpless.

Honestly, she completely misunderstood!

Kazami Mei simply shrugged and said with a hint of a smile, "Actually, I was just about to call you to arrange a time, but before I could even make the call, Nijika showed up at my door."

"Honestly, they haven't even had a chance to explain why they came..."

Ichi Nijika sighed softly, her hands on her slender waist, her helpless yet gentle gaze like that of someone looking at an impatient child.

"Actually, I mainly came here today to talk to Ming about the upcoming live performances. After all, since the last performance... everyone has been focused on practice and street performances, and we've been a little lost on what to do next."

"Then...then I 'accidentally' baked some extra cookies, and since Ming usually likes sweets...I just brought them over as well."

As she spoke, Hongxia's mother took out a small box from her backpack, inside which were one delicate cookie after another, neatly arranged in three rows. Such a precise even number clearly did not mean that she had accidentally baked too many.

Kazami Mei immediately noticed the problem, and a meaningful glint flashed in his eyes.

If the topic was really just about 'bands,' then it would have been more appropriate to hold a band meeting later when Kazami Mei went to STARRY. But Ms. Nijika chose to come alone and even came up with a cute excuse about cookies.

"..."

Ichi Nijika seemed to realize that her reasoning was somewhat far-fetched. Her earlobes gradually emitted a coral-colored light, and the blush spread along her ear cartilage to her cheeks, like rose juice dripping into clear water and spreading on rice paper.

There's nothing we can do!

If it were Miss Liang, she wouldn't have so many concerns; if she wanted to find Ming, she could come openly and honestly.

However, given her naturally shy and reserved personality, it's already the limit for Nijika Ijichi to take the initiative; it's impossible for her to go to the same level as Ryo-san!

Chapter 144: No Need to Consider Any More [3k]

Kazami Mei popped a carefully crafted cookie from the cookie box into her mouth, a hint of surprise flashing in her deep black eyes.

The subtle sweet aroma of butter and sugar blends together to create a delicate texture, with a rich and warm flavor that is clearly the result of a young woman meticulously completing every step of the process, from mixing the low-gluten flour to baking.

Sitting on the wooden chair, Ichiji Nijika's eyes were filled with unease. Her beautiful, jewel-like crimson eyes were secretly watching this side, as if she was observing his expression out of the corner of her eye.

"How, how is it?"

The girl with the golden side ponytail blinked repeatedly, and finally couldn't help but ask a question.

Kazami Naru, savoring the cookie, frowned slightly. His thoughtful expression made Ichiji Nijika's heart tighten. Just as she was anxiously racking her brains trying to figure out where she had gone wrong, he finally spoke after a two-second silence—

"I'm wondering where we should have our wedding?"

"Hey! Is this the time to be talking about this?!"

She knew perfectly well that Kazami was deliberately teasing her. Embarrassed and annoyed, Miss Nijika couldn't help but step forward and punch his shoulder with her little pink fist. Her already adorable face became even more delicate and beautiful with her blush.

Seeing the angel's shy expression was pure bliss. Kazami Mei barely suppressed his joy and frowned abruptly, then looked at her with a disappointed and worried expression.

"What do you mean?"

"Hongxia, don't you plan to marry me?"

The girl's delicate body trembled instantly.

The blonde girl, whose ears were also flushed, pursed her cherry lips, her lowered eyelids seemingly deliberately concealing the panic in her pupils.

"No, that's not how it works!"

"That settles it~? I want to eat Hongxia Bakery cookies for the rest of my life."

Kazami Mei put the cookie in her mouth again, and her smug smile made Ijichi Nijika blush. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she nodded with her face burning red.

Her face, as red as a furnace, emitted wisps of white mist. Her two fair little hands gently cupped her face, and she lowered her head, too shy to utter a single word. Even her eyes darted away, avoiding his gaze.

It was just like the moment when you successfully propose to an angel; an intense feeling of happiness instantly welled up in Kazami's heart.

This is it!

He just wants to see these teeth!

No matter how many times Kazami Mei teases her, the angel always shows a shy and cute expression, which is why Kazami Mei never tires of teasing her. Occasionally seeing her flustered expression is the greatest happiness of all.

"Oh right, isn't Ming supposed to paint my portrait?"

"I happen to have some free time today, so let's get started while there's still plenty of time!"

With her ears slightly flushed, Ichiji Nijika awkwardly changed the subject. Seeing her adorable expression, Kazami Mei simply smiled and didn't expose her. Then, he slowly raised the oil paintbrush in his left hand and spoke meaningfully—

"That's true, but it might not be possible to finish it in one day?"

"Eh?"

Ichi Nijika paused for two seconds, seemingly not quite reacting.

Seeing this, Kazami Mei just smiled mysteriously and continued to explain: "If it's just a work for an art exhibition, I can usually finish it within half a day at my normal speed... But if it's a portrait painting for Nijika, a day is definitely not enough for me."

"Then, should I come more often in the future?"

Realizing what was happening, Ichiji Nijika spoke up subconsciously, and then received a look of affirmation from Kazami Mei. In an instant, a faint joy welled up in her heart, and she began to gently swing her slender little feet while sitting in the chair.

"However, completing part of the 'form' today should not be a problem."

"Anyway, Hongxia, just find a comfortable position to sit in, and feel free to chat with me anytime... Keep your body relaxed and try to be as natural as possible... Of course, it would be even better if you could smile at me more often?"

Kazami Mei smiled and raised his oil paintbrush in his right hand. This gesture caused a flicker of doubt to cross the mind of Iji Chi Nijika, who was not far away, so she couldn't help but ask—

"Huh? Isn't Naruto... better at drawing with his left hand?"