My Romance Simulation with Them

He expressed his bewilderment at what he said, his refusal of his request, and his annoyance at having to get up late at night to listen to nonsense.

but--

"No complaining allowed."

Nanxiang's single sentence silenced the thousands of words she was about to utter.

"...What the heck..."

Although she was a little resentful, since Nanxiang had said so, she only dared to mutter a word in a low voice.

Then she heard what Nango Toki said next:

"Shinjo, the reason you wrote this script-like garbage is probably so you can perform this at the school festival, right?"

"...Rubbish..."

Shinjo Akane's lips twitched as she looked at the script in Nango Toki's hand.

This man is absolutely incapable of understanding women's hearts in every sense of the word.

Even if what she wrote was truly rubbish in Nanxiang Shi's eyes, she wouldn't necessarily refuse to give Nanxiang Shi a kind look if he was willing to offer encouragement.

But it's rated as 'garbage'.

She had no choice but to put on a sour face.

I wonder which unlucky soul will fall for a man like Nango Toki in the future.

Shinjo Akane grumbled inwardly, but still replied, echoing Nango Toki's words:

"I have had the idea of ​​performing, but so what?"

She did have the idea of ​​performing her own script at the Ocha Festival.

But she herself was not satisfied with the script she wrote.

Naturally, they also didn't want to perform at the cultural festival.

however--

"You take care of the costumes, and I'll take care of writing a script that will satisfy you. I can make sure that what you want to see is performed at the cultural festival."

"Huh? What makes you think you can write a script that satisfies me?"

At this moment, Akane Shinjo genuinely felt that Toki Nanago was perhaps too confident.

She acknowledged the other party's literary achievements and also recognized Nango's discerning eye.

But tokusatsu scripts have absolutely nothing to do with literary works.

What makes him think that what he writes will satisfy him?

and...

Akane Shinjo glanced at Nango furtively, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

How did this guy know I could make handmade clothing and other little gadgets?

Yes.

Because she has always liked monsters and tokusatsu dramas, Akane Shinjo makes some handmade props.

For example, monster costumes.

For example, miniature monster figurines.

The things she made were all incredibly lifelike.

Even in her empty house, there were piles of scrap materials from making monster figurines and suits.

Her skills can be described as perfect.

The quality and exquisite appearance of the props produced are so high that they could easily be sold online, and they even surpass some major tokusatsu merchandise manufacturers.

But these have always been her little secrets.

How did Nanxiang find out?

She didn't ask any questions because she felt that doing so would make her look inferior to Nanxiang.

Even though she never had the upper hand in words with Nanxiang.

"Whether I can write a script that satisfies you or not, you'll understand once you've read it."

"Understand what?"

Akane Shinjo couldn't help but ask another question.

"Now I understand why there's such a big gap between you and me."

“......” Shinjo Akane.

She was stunned for a long time, and it took her brain a while to understand what Nanxiang Shi was talking about.

Then, the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Sometimes I find that, Nanxiang, aren't you a little too narcissistic?"

"Having that ability doesn't mean you're narcissistic."

Nango Toki's expression remained calm as he continued, "On the contrary, I'm more worried that after I demonstrate my abilities, Shinjo might become completely infatuated with me."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Shinjo Akane jumped out of bed.

When her beautiful, crimson eyes fixed on Nanxiang, the perfect smile on her face faltered slightly under Nanxiang's words: "I understand now, Nanxiang, you've become completely narcissistic, beyond saving."

"Then I hope you don't fall in love with me."

Nango Toki was completely unconcerned about Shinjo Akane's sarcastic remarks.

"Who would like you?!"

Shinjo Akane glared at Nango Toki.

Is this guy trying to start a fight by waking me up so late at night?

but...

"If you're willing to give it a try, I wouldn't mind taking a look at your script."

Akane Shinjo snorted: "But I also want to tell you that if your script doesn't satisfy me, I won't play along with your nonsense. I have my own things to do."

"No, you have to help me make props and costumes tomorrow."

"Huh? Didn't you hear me? I already said I have things to do too—"

"Please, Shinjo."

"You're really talking to yourself!"

"It's settled then, Shinjo."

“......” Shinjo Akane.

A long, drawn-out sigh.

"I just can't do anything with you... Nanxiang."

Although she was very reluctant, for some reason, since Nanago was willing to lower himself and make a request, Ms. Shinjo felt that she couldn't refuse.

She's never been this kind before—

Chapter 137. The Monster of the Human Heart (4000 words)

The room fell silent again.

When Nango Toki asked her to sleep on the bed, Shinjo Akane subconsciously turned her head and looked at Nango Toki, who was sitting in front of a small round table with his back to her and the lamp on.

She realized that she really couldn't understand Nango Toki at all.

It woke people up late at night.

They said they were going to prepare a special performance for the Ocha Festival.

And now, with the desk lamp on, I'm brainstorming new scripts.

Although the desk lamp wouldn't affect her sleep.

But looking at Nango's back, Akane Shinjo didn't know why she got up from her warm bed.

"New regulations?"

Nango Toki, who was deep in thought, turned his head to the side.

"With the desk lamp on so brightly, how can anyone possibly sleep?"

Wearing a blue tracksuit from Nanago, Shinjo Akane muttered, "I'm getting up to make something for myself. Do you want some too?"

"Just bring me some."

After Shinjo Akane said that, Nango Toki also realized that he was a little hungry.

After all, it's already midnight.

More than six hours had passed since he had his meal.

Since Miss Shinjo is willing to cook, he doesn't mind reaping the benefits.

"To put it bluntly, who writes a script late at night?"

Akane grumbled, but her body still honestly began to prepare the dish.

She kept some of the ingredients she had just processed, which she could use to make a late-night snack.

While cooking, she secretly glanced in the direction of Nango Toki.

After speaking with her, Nango lowered his head again and began to think about how to start writing the script.

He thought about it very seriously.

Under the lamplight, even his furrowed brows looked like mountain ranges.

His delicate and handsome features appeared particularly deep and captivating under the light.