How can my simulation be a real love?

Putting away his phone, which showed 'unread' messages, Kazami Mei stood by the walkie-talkie at the main entrance of the apartment. He knew that Yutenji Wakana probably still didn't want to meet him, but even knowing this, he still came without any hesitation.

"It gives me a strange sense of déjà vu—"

Kazami Mei suddenly felt the video of his memories rewinding in his mind. He seemed to return to the single apartment he lived in before he moved, and the small apartment he lived in back then was somewhat similar to this one.

ding dong...

Kazami Mei rang the doorbell expressionlessly.

No response.

Ringing the doorbell again, as expected, yielded no response, which immediately made Kazami Mei realize that it was a futile effort.

In Kazami Akira's opinion, Miss Meow Dream, who hasn't been shooting video footage for the past week, shouldn't be running around. But now, no matter how many times he rings the doorbell, she doesn't respond. He guesses that even if she hears it, she's pretending that he's not home.

As expected of a beauty blogger, she's a master of public relations.

However, not being able to get in like this wasn't a solution. Kazami Mei lowered his dark eyes and began to think seriously. Just as he was wondering what to do, the apartment door, which had been closed, was suddenly opened from the inside.

A tall, slender, black-haired beauty slowly walked out; her tall yet delicate figure was quite eye-catching.

The woman looked somewhat familiar. As the manager of three bands, he seemed to realize something, but before he could ask her, the woman standing not far away smiled gently and struck up a conversation.

"...Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

The older woman with long, black hair gently lifted her cascading black hair, her tone surprisingly soft, contrasting with her mature and aloof appearance.

Immediately realizing what was happening, Kazami nodded and replied politely, "I'm so sorry, I was just ringing my friend's doorbell, but she doesn't seem to be planning to answer at all, and I'm having a bit of a headache about it..."

"Friend? Which one?"

The black-haired older sister raised her pale blue eyes, and only paused for two seconds after Kazami Naruto said the door number.

"You were Xiao Ruomai's friend? I happen to live next door to her."

"I'm her band's manager. Is she home right now?"

After Kazami Mei walked over with a puzzled look, the black-haired older sister spoke up: "Xiao Ruomai seems to be acting a little strange lately. She used to be so excited and would always pull me aside to talk... but lately I've seen her hardly leave the house. Even when she does go out, she only greets me reluctantly."

"They should be at home now, but..."

Her words, which she hadn't yet fully uttered, gradually fell silent, causing Kazami Mei to nod thoughtfully, a hint of helplessness flashing in her dark eyes.

Well, this time you were right.

Seeing his serious expression, the black-haired older sister couldn't help but smile, a beautiful curve appearing at the corners of her mouth.

"It might be hard to tell from the surface, but Xiao Ruomai is actually working harder than anyone else. If your manager is also her friend, please make sure she gets out of this situation."

"...I understand, thank you so much."

Kazami Mei nodded gently and thanked the black-haired older sister in front of her in a soft voice.

"Heh~ then I'll leave it to you."

"Thank you so much."

The black-haired older sister waved her little hand at him with a smile, a faint gentleness hidden in her blue eyes as she looked at Kazami Naruto. Then she turned and left with her instrument bag on her back, leaving him standing there rubbing his temples in a headache.

But the next second, he cheered up again.

"It seems I was right after all..."

Now, no matter what, as Ave Mujica's manager, Kazami Mei has to be responsible for his members. Not to mention that he and Xiao Xiang were the ones who recruited Miao Mengqin in the first place, so he certainly can't stand aside.

After a half-second silence, he went back to the walkie-talkie.

"...It's quite cold outside right now."

"If Miss Miaomeng doesn't answer the phone... then I'll just have to wait for her to come out at the door. But doing that might get me arrested by the police as a suspicious person, which would be really embarrassing."

He said that, but he still had no intention of leaving.

After saying that, Kazami Mei simply continued ringing her doorbell. Her long, black hair fluttered in the cold, frosty wind, but her deep black eyes remained fixed, showing no intention of leaving.

After a moment of silence, he slowly picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Surprisingly, his phone call was answered almost instantly.

"...I'm very busy, why are you calling me?"

An impatient voice came from the other end of the phone, which only made Kazami Mei's lips curl up slightly.

"Miss Meow Dream, may I ask where you are?"

Uninhabited Island

The air was silent for a second.

"Then may I ask if you can use the Flying Thunder God Technique to get home? I'm right at your doorstep right now."

Kazami Mei remained leaning against the window in the same position. Perhaps sensing that this guy's personality meant he would probably wait here indefinitely, the previously tightly closed apartment door finally made a soft sound, breaking the extremely silent and cold atmosphere.

Chapter 164 What's the Use of Effort? [5k]

"Now that things have come to this, why are you still coming to see me?"

The words, which sounded like gritted teeth and self-pity, came from the girl in front of me.

Kazami Mei stood calmly at the entrance of her apartment, while Yutenji Wakana, dressed in her pajamas, resembled a purple cat with its fur standing on end. Her delicate eyebrows were raised sharply like blades, and she stared intently at him with her sharp, pink diamond-like eyes.

"Of course I want to talk to you."

"There's absolutely no need for us to talk right now, is there?"

Yutenji Wakana spoke coldly with her arms crossed over her chest, but she never dared to look up at Kazami Mei's eyes. Her usually beautiful face was completely devoid of the 'acting' smile she usually wore.

"Why do you think so?"

The girl's strong sense of rejection made Kazami Naru sigh softly. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly raised his lowered eyes. His calm expression made Yutenji Wakana's eyes dart away, and she simply hugged her chest, unsure of how to respond.

"...Anyway, can I come in first? It's really cold talking at the door."

The girl was silent for two seconds, then sighed in frustration as if giving up.

"come in."

Having received permission, Kazami Naru smiled slightly and said, "Excuse me," before stepping into Yutenji Wakana's apartment.

As he stepped into the entrance hall, Yutenji Wakana instinctively used her body to shield herself from the mess beside her, but Kazami Mei's gaze had already passed over her not-so-tall shoulders and landed on the mountain of black garbage bags.

This scene was somewhat unexpected for him.

The bedroom was filled with all sorts of paper bags, and newly bought bags and clothes were casually tossed on the bed, some with the tags still on. There was also a half-eaten tonkotsu ramen on the small round table.

This room, so contrary to her image, gave Kazami Mei a strange glint in her eyes.

"...She's supposed to be a beauty blogger, Miaomengqin, right? Is it really okay to make such a mess of her room?"

His sarcastic remark made the girl's cheeks flush slightly, but she also seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and she responded through gritted teeth: "This has nothing to do with you, right? Besides, I haven't been filming any videos lately!"

"I know."

Kazami Mei didn't care about the mess in the room. He just found an empty seat and sat down. When he looked up, his gaze suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then he looked thoughtfully at the girl's face.

“It seems you haven’t posted any new videos for about a week. Although Ave Mujica’s training and performance activities are temporarily suspended, I have no intention of restricting your personal activities.”

Kazami Mei glanced at the boxed ramen on the small round table. Not far away, there were several buckets of different flavors in a plastic bag. This kind of high-calorie vegetarian food is the enemy of fat. It's amazing that she dared to eat like this lately.

Giving up on oneself is a bit too much, isn't it?

"...I just don't feel like posting it right now."

Yutenji Wakana spoke in a somewhat indifferent tone, and she remained leaning against the wall, refusing to speak directly to Kazami Mei.

They had known each other for some time, but Yutenji Wakana would never easily reveal anything about her personal life, whether in front of the other members of Ave Mujica or in front of Kazami Mei. It was as if there was a thick barrier between her and others.

The same is true now; she still responds with complete indifference.

"You came all this way just to talk about this kind of thing?"

Yutenji Wakana, who was always in a passive state, suddenly spoke up. This attitude, which was completely different from usual, made Kazami Mei realize her 'true' side. Her unpretentious behavior made him feel a little closer to her.

However, the attitude remains somewhat ambiguous.

"I'm just here as Ave Mujica's manager to check on the members."

"Then you don't need to worry about it anymore, because I have decided to leave Ave Mujica."

Yutenji Wakana crossed her arms and spoke casually and calmly. She seemed to be trying to see some change in Kazami Mei's face, but to her great disappointment, the other party only frowned slightly, and his expression remained calm.

He always does.

He seemed to be able to calmly and composedly face any situation, just like his steady rhythm when he played the drums, always accurate to the millisecond. This was completely unlike her. Even when she practiced, her wet bangs would stick to her forehead, and when she practiced so hard, she would get so tired that she couldn't even lift her arms.

She gritted her teeth slightly, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

Intense emotions swept over her like a whirlpool, as if to completely engulf her without leaving a trace.

Kazami Mei noticed all of Yutenji Wakana's subtle changes. A hint of indulgence flashed in his eyes, but after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "First of all, regardless of anything else, may I ask you what your reasons are for leaving the band?"

"What reason do I need for this? I just don't want to continue!"

Yutenji Wakana regretted her words the moment they left her lips, because what she was saying was exactly the same as when she mocked Toyokawa Shoko back then—treating the 'band' as some kind of rich girl playing house.

The intense emotions caused her face to turn pale and then flushed, and her pale pink eyes gradually dimmed.

My expression right now must be ridiculous, right?

It looked just like a stray cat whose tail had been stepped on, even its bristling fur was covered in mud.

"...Anyway, they don't need me, right?"

Her voice, barely audible, carried a hint of self-mocking laughter. Just moments before, she hadn't dared to raise her head in front of Kazami Naruto, but now, with a misty look in her eyes, she met Kazami Naruto's gaze. Her beautiful face was no longer filled with the smile she had shown earlier.

Kazami Mei, who stood beside the rich young lady and whose superior qualities made her look down upon, perfectly replaced her. Despite being the same age, he was far more capable than her, leaving her, a hardworking but mediocre person, in the dust.

His skill as a drummer surpasses that of anyone else, even those of renowned professional bands. Yutenji Wakame, also a drummer, knows this best; in fact, no one knows it better than her!

With Kazami around, there's no need for any other drummers.

"...Who said we don't need you anymore?" Kazami Mei rubbed her temples wearily, her tone tinged with helplessness. "Miss Meow, you don't really intend for me to take your place and play the drums for the rest of my life, do you?"

The moment his words fell, the silent and cold atmosphere shattered into pieces.

"..."

Yutenji Wakana was momentarily speechless. Before she could react, Kazami Mei continued, "Although your band activities have all stopped during this period, it seems... you have been practicing in private."

At this point, Kazami Mei glanced at the bookshelf not far away.

The table was covered with books about learning, covering everything from bands and music to the entertainment industry. He slowly got up and casually picked one out. The book was covered with signs of extensive reading, notes, and bookmarks.

"Don't look around!"

Yutenji Wakana, somewhat embarrassed and angry, snatched the book from his hand and threw it hard at a distance. Her angry expression, as if her face had been exposed, was no different from that of a wild stray cat encountering its natural enemy.

For a girl her age, she was already considered tall, but she was still a head shorter than Kazami Naruto. Her disheveled and sullen appearance had no power whatsoever and did not serve any intimidating purpose.

"..."

Kazami Mei slowly lowered her hand, her deep black eyes fixed on her without blinking.

“You actually work harder than anyone else in the band, but you’re a bit too hasty… I’d like to know why you chose to do that on stage before.”

What's the point of trying?

Yutenji Wakana seemed to be unable to suppress her emotions any longer. She raised her diamond-like pink eyes and stared intently at Kazami Mei. The mist that filled her eyes and her trembling voice blended together at this moment.

"Anything I can do, you can do too, right? Mujica is more than enough with you around, isn't it? So why are you bothering me? Are you out of your mind?"

"If it's a breach of contract penalty, I'll pay you all of it! Just... just leave me alone!"

Kazami Mei silently faced the emotionally distraught cat before him. The girl's red and swollen eyes made him let out a long sigh of relief. Then, as if he completely understood, he frowned and spoke without hesitation—

"You're always calling others childish, yet you pretend to be an adult while drinking, always acting like you're the only mature one... I think you're the one who's really childish, aren't you?"

"what?"

Yutenji Wakana suddenly widened her eyes, as if she found his words hard to believe.

Before Yutenji Wakana could refute him, Kazami Mei took two steps forward as if grabbing the fallen Timing, and unleashed a barrage of fire at the yawning cat in front of him like a machine gun—

Is it strange that I can do what you can do?

"I can not only play the drums, but also compose music. I can even beat Xiao Mu and Xiang Zi on the keyboard and guitar. If I pick up the bass, even Hai Ling, a veteran mercenary, will have to step down."