My Romance Simulation with Them

Well...

Ultimately, it was just an experiment.

Let's return this money to Miss Shinjo tomorrow.

Chapter 148. Miss Goto Becomes Confident (4000 words)

"I can't believe they managed to do that."

Recalling the gesture of Shinjo Akane handing him her phone and wallet, Nango Toki couldn't help but sigh.

This dating simulator really should be renamed the weird simulator.

These bizarre skills are all incredibly outrageous.

Putting everything else aside, just one smile is enough to make Ms. Shinjo obediently hand over her wallet and phone... Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?

It feels like the succubus in those late-night adult games or anime series who seduces others.

However, Nanxiang Shi quickly seemed to realize something and shook his head.

At first glance, some people might think that the effect of "Nango Akane's perfect, bewitching smile" is just too outrageous.

In reality, however, the effect of "Nango Akane's Perfect Demonic Smile" is just a temporary increase of 1 to her appearance value.

In other words, to achieve the same level of skill effectiveness as Nanxiang, one must possess an outstanding appearance with a score of 9, just like him.

If the appearance score is around 7 or 8, or 5 or 6.

It's definitely impossible to achieve the same level of performance as before.

In other words—

"As expected, you still have to be good enough yourself."

Nanxiang reaffirmed the fact that he was indeed very outstanding.

At the same time, he thought of something else.

"Speaking of which... I think I'm going to her house today to pick up some tokusatsu discs and DVDs... and she also said she'd treat me to dinner?"

Um...

No.

"I guess I'll just forget about it."

Recalling Ms. Shinjo's expression just now, Nango Toki felt it was best to call it a day.

After all, reality and simulation are not quite the same, and it's not good to keep pressuring the other party.

After putting the 50,000 yen left by Miss Shinjo into his wallet, Nango Toki walked towards the direction of the first grade.

He hasn't forgotten about tutoring the 'End Band'.

Meanwhile, on the other side—

Goto Ichiri, who had just woken up from his sleep, looked completely dazed.

It’s over.

She could feel that, in addition to Chizuka Nishiki and Takina Inoue, new memories had appeared in her mind.

And this time it was someone she knew—

"Shin...Shinjo Akane!"

She muttered the name tremblingly, feeling that this time it might truly be the end for everything.

Goto Ichiri's delicate, pale face, hidden beneath her bangs, was completely stunned.

Akane Shinjo!

That's Akane Shinjo!

The only girl in the second year who can be compared to Nango Toki, the queen at the top of the food chain at Ocha High School.

Even someone like me, an outsider on campus, clearly knows just how outstanding the other person is and how popular they are.

Being a love rival to this kind of person...

"Waaah—"

Goto Ichiri let out a pathetic wail.

Although she had experience with this before, she finally figured it out now.

Isn't Nango, whom I like, just too outstanding?

These girls, each with their own unique appearance, are in no way inferior to the idol beauties on the internet in terms of either temperament or looks.

They've all fallen for Nango Toki!

I... how can I, a gloomy and unattractive girl, possibly make Ah Shi fall in love with me?

She was lost and confused.

And at this time.

Kita Ikuyo, who was flipping through a music magazine nearby, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong, Goto-san?"

what happened?

Why did Goto-san's mood suddenly become so low again?

I just took a nap.

In the end what happened?

Kita Ikuyo looked at Goto Ichiri with some confusion.

"No...it's nothing serious...I just suddenly feel like dying..."

"Goto-san?!"

Kita Ikuyo looked completely bewildered.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief when she heard the first sentence.

Then, a sudden comment, "I want to die," made her perk up: "Goto-san, what's wrong?"

"No...that...it's just..."

Goto Ichiri stammered, unable to speak clearly.

Suddenly, an unusual amount of memories flooded my mind, and I was deeply troubled by them. If I were to tell Kita Ikuyo about this absurdity, even the usually cheerful and enthusiastic Kita would probably think I was just a simple and strange person.

I can't say it—I really can't say it.

So she could only simplify her words in a very low voice: "It's just... well... I feel like I don't have the courage to be with Nango-senpai anymore."

"You've lost your courage?"

Kita Ikuyo blinked.

After a long period of contact, she actually knew that Goto Ichiri was just like that, with a personality that was prone to becoming depressed.

I guess it'll be the same this time, right?

Thinking of this, Kita Ikuyo carefully considered her words, just about to say something encouraging to the other person.

"Ah, Kita-chan, so you're here. Mori-kami, the Japanese language teacher, is looking for you. It seems like he has something to tell you."

A classmate next to me chimed in with a reminder.

"I'll go right away—"

Oh dear... why does something have to happen at this time?

Kita Ikuyo could only give Goto Ichiri a bright, apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, Goto-san, I need to take care of things over there. Wait a moment, we'll go to the Starry Night together."

"Ah... okay."

Goto Ichiri nodded subconsciously, watching Kita Ikuyo leave.

Then, she clutched her head again—

It's all over, it's all over!

The mere thought of potentially confronting Shinjo Akane, who might be her love rival, is enough to trigger my anxiety.

Courage is slipping away at an alarming rate!

And Ah Shi has so many fans!

How exactly can one win the competition?

"Ah, I found it. So that's where it was."

A sound came from the doorway.

The overly familiar voice made Goto Ichiri instinctively turn his head to look.

Then she blinked in surprise, her body instinctively curling up in a defensive posture: "Nan-Nanxiang senior?!"

Yes.

The person who came to her door was none other than Nanxiang Shi, whom she had been thinking about just moments before.

"Huh? Are you the only one here, Ichiri? Where's Kita?"

Nanxiang glanced at the classroom.

Since school had already ended long ago, most of the students had already left, either to participate in club activities or to go straight home.

The large classroom seemed empty.

"Ah... Kita-san... was just called away by the teacher."

"Is that right?"

I randomly pulled up a seat in the southern part of the village.

So close, so close, so close!

And it smells so good!