It's just The Sims, how did it become my ideal love story?

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Perhaps people feel ashamed of using force, at least Gu Huai used to be.

Speaking loudly and expressing emotions excitedly can make me feel a strange sense of shame. It's like becoming a clown trying so hard to express myself.

But Gu Huai felt very little about all of this now, and the obvious crack in his voice was overshadowed by his even more turbulent emotions.

He didn't consider whether singing with such force in this situation was artificial. As life progressed and the simulation deepened, he increasingly felt that releasing emotions and letting go was truly a wonderful thing.

When 'being yourself' gradually becomes a slogan, but not everyone is actually doing it.

Being keenly aware that you are being yourself at this moment is also a kind of enjoyment.

Will anyone laugh at my singing? Will anyone laugh at my effort? Who cares? Aren't we all living life to the fullest?
When the song finally ended, Gu Huai still didn't get so sentimental as to cry.

My hands finally stopped trembling slightly from gripping the microphone, and the feeling of blood rushing to my head was gradually fading, as if a switch had been flipped.

When you try something you were afraid to do before, your fear of it begins to subside. Is there any difference? There's no difference.

After putting down the microphone, the private room became unusually quiet.

Gu Huai was at a loss, looking at the astonished looks in these people's eyes, unsure whether it was a positive or negative response.

He could only smile naturally and say, "I'm sorry, I really made a fool of myself."

It seemed like everyone only realized what was happening after Gu Huai said those words.

Someone immediately responded.

"What's wrong with it? It's really good! Wow, it sounds like one of those folk singers who perform in bars."

"Putting everything else aside, the emotion was spot on, it's really strangely nice to listen to."

It should be considered a positive thing, right?

Gu Huai turned his head and saw Chen Pinyan muttering to himself.

"It's just so-so, what's so good about it? It's really strange."

However, no one paid attention to his mutterings, and Gu Huai breathed a sigh of relief after putting down the microphone.

Lulu turned to the side, almost lying on Cai Yan's lap, and looked up at Gu Huai with a smile, saying, "Not bad, I was wondering why you weren't singing before, were you waiting for this? You do have some romantic genes."

Cai Yan pushed her head back down in an annoyed manner.

Then, somewhat awkwardly, she first smoothed her long, soft black hair.

After making these preparations, she turned to look at Gu Huai and said, "It's not like you can't sing."

Gu Huai smiled and said, "Anyone can sing. The problem is, singing well is very difficult."

She gave a soft hum, glanced at the large screen, and muttered, "I think it's alright."

"That proves that your aesthetic sense needs to be improved."

"boom."

The disgruntled girl stretched out her long left leg and kicked Gu Huai's shin.

Of course, the force wasn't very strong, just like the force of a classmate occasionally nudging your elbow.

"How can someone be praised and then turn around and say that the other person has bad taste?"

She muttered.

Gu Huai smiled and handed over a bottle of drink to soothe his throat.

"By the way, do you want to come eat with us after we're done?"

She spoke as if it were nothing more than a polite invitation from the host to a guest.

Under normal circumstances, Gu Huai would most likely refuse; he finds it difficult to adapt to a series of gatherings. Socializing is like a battery; one social gathering can basically drain all of Gu Huai's energy. By the second one, he'd probably be like a dead man, not wanting to speak, let alone make any expressions appropriate to the atmosphere.

Others might think he wasn't having a good time, and there are always misunderstandings like that. The main reason is that fitting in is too tiring for him. He has a bit of a people-pleasing personality, and trying his best to conform naturally drains his energy, so it's normal that he feels overwhelmed later on.

But now Gu Huai nodded, "Sure, I'm free anyway. Do you want me to pay for the meal?" "Nonsense, why would I need you to pay for my meal on my birthday?"

Cai Yan said irritably.

Gu Huai couldn't help but look at the other person and tentatively asked, "But they all brought gifts, and I didn't, and I even got a free meal from you."

“You don’t seem like a shy person at all,” Cai Yan said, narrowing her eyes.

Gu Huai really wanted to say that he was the most honest of honest people, and was known for being thin-skinned, but in the simulation, he was already a thicker version of the city wall.

"What are you saying? I have a conscience, you know."

Cai Yan gave a soft hum, her fingers twirling the end of her hair, managing to curl a long, straight strand of black hair.

"There's no need for you to act all high-EQ here. I told you not to bring a gift, and birthday gifts are usually things you'll never really need anyway, so don't worry about it."

It's clear that Cai Yan is trying her best to take care of her own feelings now. She's probably considering that her family's financial situation is just so-so, and it would be too expensive to give her anything meaningful, something she can't afford right now.

Although her way of speaking wasn't as tactful and subtle as Cai Yan's later self, many things remained unchanged. For example, her keen insight and inherent kindness.

"Ugh, I need to go to the restroom."

Feeling bored that no one cared about her and that she was no longer the center of attention, Chen Pinyan got up to go to the toilet.

I had just stepped out and closed the door.

The door was suddenly pushed open again a moment later, and Chen Pinyan's expression immediately changed.

Chen Pinyan's obvious panic, as if she had just encountered something terrifying, was not noticed by the others. However, Gu Huai, who was wondering if the simulation would end like this and was feeling a little regretful that he couldn't get a higher score, noticed her unusual behavior immediately.

This part was something he didn't remember, including attending Cai Yan's birthday party, which was also something he didn't recall experiencing, so he wouldn't know what was going on. But it seemed like some event was about to occur.

He immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Pinyan looked at Gu Huai, who was sweating profusely and had pale lips. He tried to say something, but before he could speak, Gu Huai was already sweating.

"boom!"

A violent shoving sound came from the door of the private room behind him.

That was quite forceful; it was definitely not something a waiter would do.

The others gradually came to their senses, while Chen Pinyan was still bracing against the door of the private room, as if she were struggling. The scene was strangely reminiscent of a horror movie or an apocalyptic thriller.

"boom!"

Finally, the door was kicked open with force, and Chen Pinyan staggered and almost fell to the ground. The people in the private room all stood up, unaware of what was happening.

Then, five or six people, all men, suddenly squeezed in.

He wasn't very old, but he looked more mature than the group of people in the private room. The key thing was that his roguish air was immediately obvious.

Cai Yan frowned, unaware of what was happening, while the others were also startled and immediately fell silent.

Chen Pinyan stood up in a disheveled state, completely disoriented. He seemed to be searching for some kind of shelter like a headless fly, and in the end, he subconsciously ran to Gu Huai's side.

It's unclear whether it's because Gu Huai's height subconsciously gives people a sense of security, or whether the enemies or adversaries they perceive actually still retain some camaraderie from their classmates.

The man in the lead wasn't very tall, and despite the weather, he was wearing a tight-fitting three-stripe T-shirt with his belt almost reaching his belly button.

He looked around without any restraint, then glared fiercely at Chen Pinyan in Gu Huai's direction.

"Damn it, Chen Pinyan, you try to run away! Let's see where you run to, and you still have time to sing, huh!"

Suddenly, the entire private room fell into an eerie silence, where no one dared to move or even speak.

An unnamed tension and fear swept over him, but Gu Huai was thinking of—

Is this a simulation of this kind of scenario?
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(End of this chapter)