How can my simulation be a real love?

"I'm stronger than anyone in Mujica, but so what?"

Kazami Mei's reprimand left Yutenji Wakana speechless, and she unconsciously took two steps back. Only then did she realize that this guy might not be arrogant; he had a strong sense of responsibility for the words he spoke when he was serious.

If he didn't truly possess such strength, Kazami would never speak so casually.

Just as he himself said, whether it's guitar, bass, drums, keyboards, or composing, he's better than anyone else in the band. This guy can't even be described as a 'genius' anymore.

"Yutenji Wakami, you still want to change your future through Mujica, don't you?"

"you……"

Yutenji Wakame was completely speechless, having no idea how to refute him.

When she first saw Mujica's drum kit during his tour, his skill level was so overwhelming that it created a strong sense of inadequacy for her, despite her relentless practice. Now, this intense feeling of inferiority has gradually taken on a different meaning.

His talent is simply unreasonable—

Kazami Mei stared at the large cat in front of her, which seemed to be hiding its head in its chest, and broke the extremely silent atmosphere by speaking first: "The suspension of the band's activities should be coming to an end soon. Starting tomorrow, you will come to the practice room as usual."

"……I dont go."

Yutenji Wakana spoke in a calm and light tone, as if whatever Kazami Mei said went in one ear and out the other.

Just like Yutenji Wakami's refusal, Kazami Mei simply said to himself, "Also, you really need to start cleaning up your house. Continuing to eat this kind of greasy food will definitely affect your health."

"Don't eat this."

As she spoke, Kazami Mei casually disposed of the bowl of vegetarian ramen. Yutenji Wakana, who had previously ignored it, finally made a move. She gritted her teeth and spoke in a cold, deliberate voice—

"...That's my lunch."

"I know, that's why I'm sending you to eat something else."

As Kazami Mei spoke, she casually glanced at Miss Meow's refrigerator. To her surprise, besides a few bottles of coffee, there were only desserts like pudding, vegetables, fruits, or meats. There wasn't a single trace of them.

He just twitched his lips and muttered to himself, "It's just like my house..."

Before moving, when Kazami Naru lived in a single apartment, the refrigerator was in a similar state. However, he would occasionally cook to improve the food. I guess Miss Meow Meng would only eat something else when she was visiting restaurants and filming videos.

"I'll go downstairs and buy some things to prepare a decent lunch for you."

"Before that, please pack up by yourself, Teacher Da Miao."

After saying those words, he slammed the door shut, leaving only Yutenji Wakanai staring angrily at his departing figure. She turned to look at the bedroom she had made a mess of and could only stomp her foot in frustration.

"Who wants to eat this!"

……

In the blink of an eye, several exquisite dishes were placed on the small round wooden table.

Kazami Mei casually untied his nearly brand-new apron. When he noticed that the messy bedroom had been roughly tidied up, he nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Please accept this as compensation for the lunch I threw away."

Yutenji Wakana still frowned with dissatisfaction. She glanced at the black-haired boy in front of her out of the corner of her eye, then focused her gaze on the round table, where the colorful, fragrant, and delicious dishes made it impossible for her to look away.

Who would actually eat this?

She would rather jump off the apartment building and starve to death here than eat a single thing from that bastard Kazami!

Gudong.

Perhaps because she had been eating greasy vegetarian food for a while, the dishes that Kazami Naru had personally prepared made her swallow hard. Just thinking about the taste she had experienced before made her taste buds start to salivate.

"……I'm gonna start now."

After taking a tentative bite, her chopsticks could no longer remain still.

Watching her devour the food and fragrant rice, Kazami Mei simply rested his chin on his hand, a smug look on his face. His expression was naturally noticed by Nyanmu, but she couldn't refute it at all.

"..."

Yutenji Wakame kept swallowing rice and vegetables, which gradually reminded her of the first time she went to Kazami Naruto's house.

At that time, she had only gone with Sankaku Hatsuka and was tasting his cooking for the first time. But now, the feeling she experienced was completely different from before. She felt a warm sensation gathering in her stomach, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Eat slowly."

Kazami handed her a bottle of soda water, which she took without any restraint and gulped down without any pretense of being a beauty blogger. However, her genuine appearance made her seem more approachable, and the subtle sense of distance she had shown earlier seemed to have disappeared.

"It's a bit inconvenient for you to live alone. If you don't want to eat fast food, why don't you come to my house for a meal? It's really just a matter of having an extra pair of chopsticks and bowls... but you still have to pay for the meals."

"Didn't you live alone before?"

Yutenji Wakana's question startled Kazami Mei slightly. He simply nudged his chin with his index finger and nodded thoughtfully.

That's why I said those things.

"..."

She gritted her teeth and could only bury her head and keep shoveling rice into her mouth.

As soon as Kazami Mei finished speaking, all the surrounding sounds were swallowed up, and only the crisp sound of chopsticks colliding with the porcelain bowl could be heard.

"Although you might think... we're just colleagues? But I don't think it's that simple. We're bandmates, after all. Even if we're not exactly best friends, we should at least be 'friends,' right?"

She did not answer.

Kazami watched as the girl shoveled rice into her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears. He then slowly stood up, leaving the rest of the time for her to enjoy. After all, he had done all he could, and he would ultimately respect her choice.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a girl's voice behind him.

"...Weren't you going to ask me why I'm so obsessed with fame and fortune?"

"No need."

Kazami Mei simply chuckled and shook her head, casually picking up the already packed trash bag from the entryway.

"You probably had your own reasons for not telling me before. Besides, I have no intention of prying into other people's private affairs. After all, everyone has their own things to do, and it's normal for you to have your own plans."

"What I said before still applies. If you want to come, just come to the practice room."

"If you don't plan to form a band anymore, just send me a message."

The crisp sound of the iron gate closing softly reached her ears. Sitting at the small round table, Yutenji Wakana gritted her teeth and took several bites with all her might, as if she were treating the food in front of her as someone's face.

Chapter 165 I Can't Swallow This Injustice! [4k]

In Yutenji Ruomai's eyes, pursuing traffic and fame by any means is not a shameful thing. She also has her own goals and a family that needs to be supported. No matter what, she must earn enough money.

This powerful 'willpower' supported her, a sixteen-year-old girl, as she struggled alone in the hellish metropolis of Tokyo, where even the slightest misstep could lead to her being swallowed up by the city. Therefore, she could only try her best.

However, it was also this same 'will' that prevented her from calmly waiting for Toyokawa Shoko's promise to be fulfilled. Instead, she anxiously chose to force the band to ignite this viral sensation in her own way, but the result was not as she wished.

Kazami Mei stopped all her activities in the band, and her 'Nyan Dream' account failed to attract much traffic.

Not only that, her position was easily replaced, gradually making her a dispensable figure.

Perhaps she should have simply given up on Ave Mujica? She could have honestly continued managing her seemingly endless account, or gone back to Kumamoto with her head down like a stray dog. That's what she should have done.

"..."

However, she was not willing to give up at all.

Yutenji Wakana gently frowned and curled up in the corner. On the small round table in front of her was the lunchbox that Kazami Naru had sent at noon, which was now neatly stacked together. The lunchbox inside had been eaten clean, with not a single grain of rice left.

Yesterday, that guy cooked lunch at her house, then prepared another meal and personally delivered it over in the evening. Today, he brought over lunch again, and now it's almost dinnertime—

why?

He was just a colleague to me, yet he started helping me on his own; he had always been lukewarm towards me before, and even helping me film the video was only because I threatened him.

If a band needs a drummer, even if he doesn't play himself, can't they just find someone else from another profession?

Kazami Mei had absolutely no reason to come and have a heart-to-heart talk with me, let alone personally cook to improve my messy diet, even though he always said it was help from a 'friend,' using such a flimsy excuse to do his thing.

but--

"...It's seven o'clock."

Yutenji Wakana stared at the time on her phone screen, a hint of sadness flashing in her pale pink eyes.

Ave Mujica's training session was almost over, but Yutenji Wakana still didn't go. She stayed in her apartment like a shut-in, banging the drums as if to vent her frustrations.

"I guess he won't be coming tonight, right?"

Think about it too.

As the band manager, Kazami Akira has to manage the affairs of three bands, and Ave Mujica's next tour is just around the corner. His daily workload is so heavy that it's hard to keep up, not to mention that he sometimes has to accompany the other members of the band.

He has already prepared three meals for himself, so why should he have to specially bring her a lunchbox as well?

Yutenji Wakana gently pursed her lips, dragging her weak body to tear open the instant ramen packaging. As soon as the hot water was poured in, the aroma of the seasoning packet wafted towards her, causing her to involuntarily furrow her brows.

Suck!

"Cough cough..."

She almost choked on the noodles because she ate too fast. Tears welled up in Yutenji Wakana's eyes and her face turned bright red. It took her a long time to recover, but swallowing the noodles became extremely difficult when she put them in her mouth again.

I thought it tasted pretty good when I ate it before, but why does it taste like chewing wax today?

Somewhat skeptical, Yutenji Wakame couldn't resist taking another bite, but the greasy taste made her subconsciously furrow her brows. Recalling the refreshing combination of fresh tomatoes and cucumbers she had at noon, this food became increasingly difficult to swallow.

"It's all Naruko's fault! How am I supposed to eat ramen now?!"

Yutenji Wakana pushed the instant ramen on the small round table aside with a bit of grievance. After eating three meals of normal food made by Kazami Naruto in a row, it was really too difficult for her to eat this kind of instant food again.

Was he doing this on purpose? What a vicious tactic!

After a moment of silence, Yutenji Wakana's gaze fell on the training drum set not far away. She was about to go up and hit it a couple of times to vent her frustration when a series of soft 'gurgling' sounds came from her stomach, which made her look towards the instant ramen.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight after all."

Yutenji Wakana, her stomach rumbling, slowly got up. But as soon as she reached the entrance, she was startled by the doorbell. After a moment, she stood there blankly, her right hand almost instinctively turning on the security camera at the apartment door.

A young man with long, black hair stood in front of the doorbell. His already handsome face was curved into a playful smile. He gently waved the lunchbox in his hand towards the camera, as if he was deliberately showing something.

"..."

Yutenji Wakana was stunned, and couldn't help but purse her cherry lips.

……

"excuse me."

Wearing a knitted cardigan, Kazami Mei untied the scarf around his neck. He looked at Yutenji Wakana, who was standing beside him with one hand on her hip, with a half-smile. He simply shrugged and stepped into the entrance hall, stepping on the cool-toned external light of her house.

As soon as Kazami Naruto entered the bedroom, he saw the steaming instant ramen on the table. His previously smiling expression turned subtle. He turned to look at Miss Meowmee and found that she looked away guiltily. He immediately understood what was going on.

He sighed softly.

"...Didn't I already tell you? Even if you eat out, don't eat this kind of thing anymore."

Yutenji Wakana pursed her lips and remained silent, showing no intention of answering.

Seeing this, Kazemi just sighed to herself. Fortunately, Miss Meow Dream didn't say anything like "mind your own business" anymore. This is probably what they call "he who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding".

"Today I needed to prepare important things for Ave Mujica's next tour, so I stayed at the studio for quite a while, and then I was delayed on the way... which is why I arrived a little late."

"...I don't care."

Yutenji Wakana was just staring at a corner of the bookshelf in the distance. Her previously somewhat depressed mood inexplicably began to improve. She subconsciously took the bento from Kazami Mei's hand and raised an eyebrow after noticing the weight.

"so much?"

"Don't I need to eat? I've been working until this late and haven't had dinner yet!"

Kazami Mei rolled his eyes and complained somewhat irritably, shaking the two cans of coffee he was holding. He then casually glanced at the seat next to the small round table and spoke slowly—

"Can I sit?"

"up to you……"

This was Yutenji Wakana's third meal, but she hadn't eaten with Kazami Naruto in the previous ones. The two of them squeezed around the small round table, which felt a bit cramped, but she couldn't quite contain her excitement.

Why do I feel inexplicably happy?

Sure enough, she had been won over by this guy's cooking. She had only eaten a few meals cooked by him, but she couldn't even eat what she used to eat. Her stomach was practically shaped like his.

"Hah!"

Yutenji Wakana started shoveling rice into her mouth, but the more she ate, the more red and swollen her eyes became. Kazami Mei noticed her abnormality, but he didn't say anything.

The reason why Kazami Mei helped this big cat so much was partly due to her sense of responsibility as a manager, partly because she had to consider Ave Mujica, and the last part was probably personal.