My Romance Simulation with Them

“Yuna, if you don’t want to get scolded by your mother, don’t pretend to be her.”

The man put down the paperback, smiled, turned his head, and spoke.

"..."

Yuna Nango sighed inwardly at the pity and quietly retreated.

She felt that it was probably because she hadn't imitated her mother's appearance well enough that her father had seen through her.

Next time... I need to try even harder.

She made up her mind in her heart.

"No matter how hard you try, it's useless."

A languid and elegant voice came from behind.

Yuna looked over instinctively and saw that her mother, Ryo Nango, who had gone to hang the clothes out to dry, had returned. Unbeknownst to her, Ryo was resting her chin on her hand, seemingly having been watching her for a long time.

He saw his daughter looking over.

Her cold expression softened slightly, and in front of Nango Yuna, she went around to Nango Toki's back and embraced him with satisfaction.

Then, in his usual languid and elegant tone, he said, "Time is mine."

It's like a child showing off a rare toy to another child.

Nango Yuna didn't say anything, but gave her mother a look of gritted teeth, then reached out, opened the guitar case, and started flipping through the bass sheet music.

Once she found the bass sheet music, the elegant and languid high school girl hurriedly fled from home.

A smug smile seemed to appear on Nanxiang Liang's expressionless face.

Then she lowered her head, looking at her husband whose head was resting against her chest, and gently massaged the acupoints on his head, her slightly magnetic voice coming from her cherry-pink lips:

"You really should discipline your daughter."

"what happened?"

Nanxiang was at that moment with his eyes closed, enjoying his wife's service.

A soft touch, a gentle sound, a familiar scent.

All of this was quite novel for Nango Toki, who was experiencing the simulation firsthand.

His mind was filled with memories of living with Nango Ryo over the years.

It's as if we were still entwined with each other last night, unwilling to part.

Whether it's the touch, the sound, or the scent on Nanxiang Liang's body... everything feels incredibly real.

really.

Compared to the dry memories from simulations, this real feeling is much better.

Nanxiang Shi closed her eyes, enjoying the moment of tenderness with Nanxiang Liang.

"You're still asking what's wrong?"

Hearing her husband's gentle voice, Nanxiang increased the pressure she applied to the acupoints slightly.

Do you think it's normal for your daughter to pretend to be your wife?

Nanxiang Liang frowned her beautiful eyebrows.

She looks beautiful when she frowns.

Her slender eyebrows, the twitching between her brows, and her usually expressionless face all seemed to take on a cute quality because of this gesture.

Seeing this, Nanxiang instinctively pressed her lowered head down gently with his hand and kissed her cherry-pink lips deeply.

"hour--"

Nanxiang Liang was kissed so hard she could hardly breathe, and a beautiful blush, like the winter morning glow, appeared on her previously indifferent face.

She glanced around furtively, making sure no one was nearby.

She placed her hands back on Nanxiang's shoulders and asked in a soft, magnetic voice, "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

"And they didn't continue with what they were doing next."

Nanxiang leaned back on the bench and gently reached out, wanting to stroke Nanxiang Liang's androgynous and delicate profile.

Nango Ryo was clearly aware of this as well.

"At that time, how old were you?"

She uttered a small complaint and shook her head, but in the end she still lowered her body and pressed her face against Nanxiang Shi's warm palm.

Nanxiang smiled as he looked at her rosy cheeks.

“I’m not joking, Shi.”

Hearing Nanxiang Shi's laughter, Nanxiang Liang repeatedly emphasized, "You really should discipline your daughter."

"It's just that he likes his father, which is perfectly normal."

Nanxiang didn't really care that much: "Many little girls have had this kind of complex."

It's perfectly normal to like your father and want to marry him when you grow up.

Nanxiang didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

At most, it's just that his daughter's feelings for him are much stronger than those of an average little girl.

"A daughter who can write an essay like 'I want to marry my father when I grow up' in her second year of high school... that's not quite normal."

Nanxiang Liang looked deeply at her husband, her eyes filled with endless love and doting affection, but also with helplessness.

"I think you really should educate your daughter properly."

Nango Ryo rested his head on Nango Toki's shoulder, speaking earnestly.

My daughter is becoming more and more outrageous. If I start pretending to be her now, who knows what kind of lawless and unruly things she might do in the future.

I really don't know where this personality came from.

Looking at Miss Liang like this, Nanxiang reached out and tidied up her somewhat messy dark blue short hair, finding it rather amusing.

Miss Liang is just as she always has been.

He could even get angry with his own child.

He glanced at the time he had personally simulated.

1200 heart points translates to 12 hours.

There's still quite a bit of time left, so it shouldn't interfere with important matters later.

However, there's no rush to talk to Yuna Nango.

He held Nanxiang in his arms, laughed and chatted with her for a while, and then got up as the sun began to set: "I'm going to see Yuna."

"Ah."

Chapter 158. He Has His Father's Style! (4000 words!)

To accommodate his wife and daughter's love of bass.

There is actually a practice room that has been renovated in the backyard of Nanxiang's house.

However, considering the need for complete soundproofing and the floor space required...

The entire practice room appears rather simple and compact.

Push open the door to the practice room.

What catches the eye are various band posters put up by Nango Ryo and Nango Yuna out of interest, as well as souvenir tickets from various performance halls left behind by Nango Ryo and the End Band when they traveled around playing over the years.

As far as I remember, End of the Band was already a relatively well-known independent band in Japan at this time. Similarly, with the help of Nango, End of the Band had reached agreements with several well-known record companies.

Even in the not-too-distant future, the band may perform at the Tokyo Dome.

Yuna Nango is aiming to become Ryo Nango, and she is currently practicing bass diligently.

Fortunately, Nanxiang Liang helped with tutoring.

In addition, the band members would occasionally come over to take a look after the band members.

Therefore, Yuna Nango's progress was actually quite rapid.

I imagine they're still trying.

Thinking this, Nanxiang followed his memory and walked inside.

However, before they even reached the practice room, probably in the rest area, Nango stopped.

Since it's a lounge, we didn't consider making sure it was well-soundproofed like a practice room.

Therefore, even just standing by the door of the lounge, Nango could hear Nango Yuna's slightly magnetic voice coming from inside.

Nanxiang touched his chin.

It's highly likely that her daughter communicated with her rock bandmates.

After all, rock music can't be sustained by just a bass guitar, so Yuna Nango naturally needs some playmates.

Her bandmates would naturally use Nango's practice room for band practice—renting a practice room outside was too expensive, so it was more convenient to use Nango's practice room.

"I have no idea what they're talking about."

Nanxiang was quite curious and moved a little closer.

After all, she is his daughter.

He must have inherited his excellent and positive genes, and at this moment he is probably discussing things related to studying or bass playing techniques.

He leaned closer and listened with great curiosity for a while.

Then--

"Akiko, you should give me my friend's allowance for this month, right?"

This is Yuna Nango's voice, cold and devoid of any emotion as she asks for money.

"Huh...? But...but didn't we just give it to Yuna-san last week...?"