My Romance Simulation with Them

That's enough for them as parents.

Goto Jiri, nestled in Goto Naoki's arms, listened to their conversation.

A pair of large, bright blue eyes turned to look curiously at Nanxiang Shi's departing figure, and couldn't help but ask:

"Will the handsome older brother come to our house to play sometime?"

"Yes, Erli. If a handsome older brother comes to our house next time, you must help our unreliable older sister keep the handsome older brother here."

Naoki Goto jokingly remarked from the side.

"Okay! I'll try my best to make my sister a handsome bride!"

Goto Jiri clenched her little fists and looked up at her tender little face earnestly as she spoke.

Chapter 170. Why is a beautiful girl a beautiful girl!? (4000 words!)

Goto Ichiri followed Nango Toki all the way back to the main building.

She is truly content now.

I met my parents.

He learned that Nanxiang trusted her and was watching her work hard.

For Goto Ichiri, that was enough.

With the trust he had when he was in Nanxiang, and with his confidence.

She was already completely satisfied.

However, there is still one small regret.

That is, she has been so busy that she has not had the chance to show her maid outfit to Nanxiang Shi.

She originally wore this maid outfit specifically for Nango.

But even now, she hasn't heard a single word of praise from Nanxiang.

This is a small regret in my heart.

Never mind.

The results we have achieved today are already sufficient.

Goto Ichiri thought to herself, then turned her head and secretly glanced at Nango Toki beside her through her overly long bangs.

Apart from that, she made no other moves.

Because sometimes...

Just by not saying a word and looking at Nanxiang, she could feel an extraordinary sense of happiness.

The two continued walking forward.

When it was almost time, Nango, who had been being watched by her, suddenly spoke up:

"That's about it."

Goto Ichiri suddenly realized that, without anyone noticing, the two of them had already circled back to the main building.

The second grade class that Nanxiang was going to was on the first floor, while the class she wanted to return to was on the right-hand side.

So fast...

Goto Ichiri murmured to himself.

The long corridor, which was usually complained about by many students of Yucha High School, now seemed surprisingly short to her.

I really want to walk with him a little longer.

I want to walk with him a little longer...

It's okay to just walk around for a while... or do nothing at all.

Goto Ichiri lowered his gaze, thinking to himself.

but--

"Then, I'll head back now, Shi."

I still can't say anything impulsive.

Goto Ichiri never wanted to cause trouble for the young man in front of her.

Even if she knew... as long as she made this request, there was a high probability that Nanxiang would agree.

Not wanting to cause trouble for Nanxiang, she turned to leave.

but--

"Wait a minute, one li."

"Hey?"

The voice that came from behind made Goto Ichiri stop in her tracks as she was about to turn and leave. She asked softly, "Is...is there anything else, Toki?"

"Ah...it's nothing really."

The short-haired young man with black hair, who was being secretly watched by her, simply smiled and said, "I just wanted to say that maid outfits are cute, Ichiri."

"See you later then."

Nanxiang waved and went upstairs.

Only Goto Ichiri remained standing there, his face blank with shock.

Then—

Goto Ichiri suddenly took out his phone and contacted someone.

At the same time, Kita Ikuyo's phone suddenly rang after she had temporarily finished her work at the maid and butler café in her class.

"Huh? A LINE message?"

After finally seeing off a group of guests, Kita Ikuyo, who was able to take a short break, glanced at her phone with some confusion.

All I could see on the screen was...

LINE's trust history is very clear.

She clicked on it curiously.

Then--

[She's probably dead: Kita-chan! I've made up my mind!]

"Has it been decided?"

These sudden, seemingly random words left Kita Ikuyo completely bewildered. She was just about to send a message to Goto Ichiri to ask what decision Goto Ichiri had made.

Goto Ichiri had already taken the initiative to send out a message.

[Probably dead: I've decided to live my whole life wearing this maid outfit!]

"what?"

Kita Ikuyo stared blankly at the words on the screen.

[Eek! Be the most cheerful person: Wait, Goto-san, what are you talking about? Besides, the maid outfit was made with class funds; it's class property.]

[Probably dead: I'll buy it! Once I buy it, there won't be any problems, right? I can't live without it now!]

"No no no no..." Kita Ikuyo's mouth dropped open as she looked at Goto Ichiri's message.

This is a huge problem!

No matter what, it's impossible to live your whole life wearing a maid outfit, right?

Moreover, Kita Ikuyo clearly remembers it.

When the classmates made Goto Ichiri wear a maid outfit, she looked very unwilling, and her face even turned slightly pale.

What exactly happened that caused the other person to suddenly make a 180-degree turn in their thinking?

Kita Ikuyo wasn't stupid; on the contrary, she quickly came up with the most reasonable possibility.

What made Goto Ichiri become like this...

That's probably all—

"Senior Nanxiang?"

Kita Ikuyo couldn't help but scratch her head.

She probably guessed it.

It was probably Nango praising Goto Ichiri's maid outfit.

So that's why they suddenly wanted to spend money to buy this maid outfit, right?

"what--"

Kita Ikuyo had a headache.

'Nanxiang brain' is a disease!

Clearly, Goto Ichiri's condition had reached a critical stage.

......

Kita Ikuyo over there had a bit of a headache.

The situation in the southern part of the country was relatively relaxed.

I accompanied Ms. Shinjo through half of the Ocha Festival, and then helped Ms. Goto resolve the matter concerning Goto Niri.

"Everything went well."

Nanxiang stretched and yawned.

Ms. Shinjo had already treated him to breakfast, and now he was sitting in the backstage lounge of his own class, calmly flipping through the paperback in his hands.

Waiting for my turn to make chocolate bananas.

Meanwhile, on the other side—