My Romance Simulation with Them

The few 'friends' nearby saw this and assumed she was still bothered by the fact that she hadn't passed the Nanxiang exam before.

One male student offered words of comfort readily, while simultaneously belittling Nanxiang:

"It's alright, Shinjo-kun. I know that guy from Nango Toki. He's just a bookworm who only knows how to study and is good at academics. Don't worry about him too much, Shinjo-kun."

To his surprise, his words immediately caused Akane Shinjo to show a displeased expression.

"Just 'that'?"

Akane Shinjo crossed her arms, her red eyes turning to look at the male student in front of her, whose 'friendship number' she didn't know. She frowned and asked, "Do you know anything about Nango-kun?"

"Hey?"

"You're not even willing to get to know the other person, yet you speak ill of them in front of me. Don't you think that's going too far?"

"Uh..."

The male student in front of him was speechless and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Akane Shinjo withdrew her gaze, suppressing the discomfort she felt.

What happened? Why did I end up talking to that annoying, narcissistic guy?

Shouldn't I be happy when others criticize him?

However, I heard others talking badly about Nanxiang.

She would inexplicably feel uneasy.

Akane Shinjo thought for a long time before she could barely come up with a reason.

That guy should be helping me write a script right now.

In other words, that narcissistic guy is now doing things for her.

So it's only natural that she would say a few words in support of that narcissistic guy.

Akane Shinjo convinced herself.

At the same time, I couldn't help but look out the window.

I wonder how that guy's script is coming along.

Will I be able to finish writing today?

No, no.

It seems highly unlikely.

Although a simple stage play script has very little text, it is not something that can be written casually in a day or two.

Shinjo Akane estimated that Nango Toki would be able to finish writing the script in three or four days.

after all--

"That guy isn't some kind of superman who can just casually write scripts that surprise even me. Besides, inspiration can certainly dry up sometimes."

With that thought in mind, Akane Shinjo refocused her attention.

Class is about to start.

Then--

noon.

"You've already finished writing the script?"

Shinjo Akane, who was about to open a ham bread, was stunned when she saw Nanxiang, who had taken the initiative to come to her door.

"I'm done writing."

Nango seemed as calm as ever, simply nodding and casually taking the ham bread that Shinjo Akane was about to open from her hand: "I haven't eaten yet."

"you--"

Akane Shinjo opened her mouth, looking at Nango Toki with a bewildered expression as he put the ham bread into his own mouth.

She asked her friend to buy that from the convenience store on the 5th!

What's going on with this guy?

Akane Shinjo's lips twitched as she watched Nango finish his bread, then saw him reach out and take the tomato juice she had placed on the table and drink it.

Her perfectly smiling face twitched, and she gritted her teeth: "Teacher Nanxiang."

"Ok?"

"Should I hand you a handkerchief to wipe your mouth next?"

"You're welcome, it's fine."

“......” Shinjo Akane.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer. Avoiding the strange looks from her 'friends' who were eating on the other side, she lowered her voice as she approached Nango:

Have you no shame?

This handsome bastard came to her door on his own initiative, ate all her lunch, and now he's even using her handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

Did they think Shinjo Akane was some easy woman to fool?

Besides, she absolutely refused to let her handkerchief get on Nanxiang Shi's mouth! That was too dirty!

"It's just lunch. You can take a look at the script first."

Nanxiang Shi remained unconcerned by her words and spoke directly.

giggle-

Akane Shinjo felt like her back teeth were about to crumble from biting so hard.

She glared at Nango: "...You'd better actually write a script that satisfies me."

Shinjo Akane glanced at the title as she took the script from Nango Toki.

"The Monster of the Human Heart"?

The title does have a feel of Ultraman tokusatsu films from the Showa era.

I just don't know what the content and quality of the script are like.

Shinjo Akane looked up and glanced at Nango Toki again.

To be honest.

She wasn't actually confident about the quality of the script.

After all, Nanxiang went from saying he would start writing to actually finishing it.

It only takes one night and one morning.

At this pace, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the script was rushed out of production.

Even if Nango was a genius.

But how could she possibly write a script that would satisfy a seasoned tokusatsu fan like herself in just one night, without having any prior experience with tokusatsu dramas?

Isn't this just a joke?

but...

Having no hope is one thing.

Akane Shinjo still chose to take action and opened the script.

She wants to see.

When Nanxiang was criticizing her scripts so harshly before, what kind of works could she possibly produce?

"If this guy's writing is really bad, I'll laugh at him mercilessly."

With this in mind, she turned her gaze upwards.

Then—

Akane Shinjo gradually fell silent.

It wasn't that the script wasn't good enough, but that it prevented her from uttering a single word of praise.

On the contrary, it was precisely because the script was so outstanding that she felt speechless and unable to comment on it.

The story structure of Nango is very simple.

The Japanese government's discharge of nuclear wastewater has awakened the monster Thanasis, which had been sleeping beneath the sea.

To prevent the Japanese government from polluting the seawater.

This monster began wreaking havoc along the Japanese coast.

This is the seemingly ordinary background of the story.

But it is precisely this simple background that makes it easier to capture Akane Shinjo's heart.

The text describes Thanasis's efforts to protect the ocean.

This is an explanation of the male protagonist's deep hatred for the polluted seawater and his unwillingness to harm Thanasis.

This deeply moved Akane Shinjo.

"I know that we, as humans, are actually the ones who are wantonly destroying this planet."

The protagonist, forced to manufacture gene-based missiles under intense pressure from his superiors, muttered to himself.

"I believe that one day, we will suffer the consequences of our actions again."

"I'm sorry, Thanasis."

Caught between the Japanese government and Tanas, he struggled painfully.

The gene missile was successfully launched and hit Thanasis.

Just when Akane Shinjo thought the story was about to end.

Thanasis, however, became active again.

Hidden beneath the sea surface polluted by nuclear wastewater for a long time, the genes of Thanasis had unknowingly undergone mutation.

The flesh and blood were rotting.