My Romance Simulation with Them

She clasped her hands together, smiled, and apologized.

"Huh...? Are you going to Class 2 to find Nanxiang? I never expected that, Akane, you've got some skills."

"Oh, no, Nanxiang and I are just ordinary friends."

'Friend Number Two' said something that annoyed Shinjo Akane. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, then she smiled perfectly again.

"So you're really going to go find him? Hehe."

"Ugh, you guys should go to karaoke already—how annoying!"

After another round of laughter and playful banter, Akane Shinjo finally saw her friends off and turned her head away.

Should we go find Nanxiang?

Of course we'll go!

Akane Shinjo clenched her fists tightly.

They got such a huge advantage.

It made her look so bad.

We have to salvage something, no matter what!

She turned her head and looked at the original manuscript of her novel that was on the table.

I recalled the original manuscript I wrote when I was in the south.

Although the two wrote in completely different styles.

But I only glanced at it twice.

Shinjo Akane has basically been confirmed.

Nanxiang Shi was far superior to her in both academic performance and writing skills.

Jealous?

Of course I'm jealous!

How can there be such a rule-breaking person in this world!

Not only are her academic performance excellent, but her writing skills are also far superior to others.

But... in addition to jealousy.

In her heart, endless envy rose again.

She admired Nanxiang's academic ability and writing skills.

If I had his level of skill, I could probably achieve my own dream...

Akane Shinjo stood up from her chair, hesitated for a moment, put her tangled and messy headphone wires into her pocket, then took the manuscript with her and headed towards Class 2.

Then, she turned her head and looked inside.

There, a young man with black hair was packing his things and looked back.

Upon seeing her approach, the other person was taken aback for a moment, but after only glancing at her, they lowered their head again and continued packing their things.

It's that same cold treatment again...

For some reason, Akane Shinjo felt a slight stinging sensation.

Thanks to her already outstanding appearance and excellent grades, she has never been treated like this since she packaged herself as having a sunny and cheerful personality.

But in the southern countryside—

She took a deep breath and finally spoke with a gentle smile: "Um... excuse me, Nango-kun..."

"Ok?"

The black-haired youth whose name was called looked up and asked, "Nanxiang-kun?"

"Yes."

Akane Shinjo's face was full of smiles.

The reason I used to call him "Nango-sensei" was simply because Nango suddenly spoke loudly and completely took control of the conversation.

However, she has now gotten used to the rhythm of the conversation.

She was confident that even if Nanxiang yelled at her again this time, she would be able to withstand it.

She remained composed and continued to maintain control of the conversation.

"Nango-kun wouldn't actually like being called 'Nango-sensei,' would he? I was just joking before. If Nango-kun really likes being called 'Nango-sensei,' then let people keep calling him that."

She made a lighthearted joke.

The second half of the sentence was naturally a joke; she didn't believe that a boy named Nanxiang would really make a young girl like her call him Teacher Nanxiang all the time.

That would be far too much of a bullying tactic.

That's right.

That won't happen.

She is still able to control the situation.

Boys, in the end, can be manipulated simply by giving them a nice look...

but--

"Then go ahead and call."

Having finished packing, Nanxiang spoke calmly.

At the same time, it shattered the elegance in Akane Shinjo's heart.

Oh dear.

Are there really people like Nanxiang Shi?

Shinjo Akane maintained a perfect smile on the surface, but inwardly she was already muttering to herself in a low, fragmented way.

Are there really men who relentlessly and maliciously bully women?

This is incomprehensible...it's really incomprehensible.

Even so...

"Hey—no way. Do you really want me to keep calling you Teacher Nango? It's too embarrassing to keep calling you that."

Akane Shinjo's smile became even sweeter, and her voice carried a shy charm that no man could resist.

but--

"......" Nanxiang time.

The other person glanced at her, then pointed to the classroom exit.

The meaning of this gesture is very simple.

If you don't want to call out, then please leave.

"..."

Akane Shinjo took a deep breath; even with her perfect disguise, she felt a sense of gritted teeth.

She really wanted to just leave like that.

But if I could get help from Nango Toki... my dream could be even more...

Thinking of this, she lowered her head, trying her best to keep her voice from becoming distorted:

"Teacher Nanxiang".

"The volume is too low."

"Teacher Nango!?"

"Why does it sound like you're grinding your teeth?"

"Teacher Nango~!"

"Your voice is too soft and too affected. Don't you even know how to address someone respectfully?"

Nango looked at Shinjo Akane with a deep look of disgust.

"..."

Akane Shinjo's fair and lovely face turned red.

patience!

patience!

In short, just be patient!

Finally, just as her patience was about to reach its limit, Nango finally nodded: "It's barely acceptable."

He took the manuscript of Shinjo Akane's novel and began to read it.

And the actions when seeing Nanxiang.

Akane Shinjo, whose blood pressure had spiked, let out a heavy sigh.

It really is just a tiny bit.

Akane Shinjo felt like she was about to slap the manuscript she was holding onto Nango Toki's face.

but...

She held back...

"But you still held back."

"...Why?"

Hearing Nango Toki's words as he looked down at his manuscript, Shinjo Akane raised her delicate face in surprise.

This time, she was genuinely a little scared.

The present-day Nanxiang...

Could it be that he saw through her disguise?