My Romance Simulation with Them

As she spoke, she gestured "this big" to her chest.

"Among the people I know, only Little Lonely can compare to her... Does she really prefer big breasts?"

Yamada Ryo tilted her head, then pointed to her chest: "Want to touch mine? It's not big, but the shape is quite nice..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

This guy is really going too far. If Nanxiang doesn't stop her, I feel like she might even grab his hand and let him try it.

"What I want to discuss now isn't about body shape... your blatant disappointment won't help. What I want to talk about is a psychological issue."

Nango Toki ignored Yamada Ryo's obvious disappointment and continued speaking:

"Liang, what do you think of someone who hates themselves but craves attention from others... yet feels uneasy about that attention after receiving it?"

"Huh? I think this person is really troublesome."

Yamada Ryo frowned, looking disgusted.

"......" Nanxiang time.

To be honest, he completely agreed with Ms. Yamada's statement.

However... this isn't about discussing how troublesome Rio Futaba is.

And in terms of troublesomeness... to be honest, Ms. Yamada is no less troublesome.

So he quickly changed the subject: "Putting aside the trouble, how do you think we can change the other person's mindset?"

To be honest, Yamada Ryo isn't someone who cares too much about these emotional issues.

Because she is very confident, she doesn't, or rarely does, have that kind of attitude.

But this was the first time Nanxiang had asked her a question.

If it can be resolved quickly and efficiently.

Will they look at me differently then?

With this in mind, Yamada Ryo desperately explored the brain of his single-core processor.

She thought for a long time before finally managing to say, "That depends on what kind of 'self-loathing' they're talking about."

After saying those words, she could clearly feel her head getting hot.

"What would it be like...?"

Nango thought for a moment: "It's like I'm extremely disgusted with my own thoughts, feeling that someone as selfish and despicable as me doesn't deserve to be friends with others...that kind of feeling?"

what...

This is that kind of troublesome topic again.

Yamada Ryo patted his head expressionlessly.

The brain, already feverish, is unable to assemble some words.

But through her efforts and persistence, she still managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"I think...this is...not bad, is it?"

No more.

After saying that, Yamada Ryo looked away guiltily, somewhat regretting it.

Such complex, emotional questions are not suitable for asking someone with a single-core brain.

The sentence she forced out was completely meaningless.

and...

Nanxiang Shi doesn't speak anymore.

I suppose he was caught off guard by her nonsensical remark and couldn't quite find a response?

Thinking of this, Yamada Ryo, whose face was expressionless, felt even more guilty and completely turned his gaze away.

Just as she was pondering how to explain this to Nanxiang.

"Oh, I see... I see."

"Hey?"

Yamada Ryo looked at Nango Toki, who had a look of sudden realization, with surprise.

"Liang, I think I understand what you mean. I see..."

Nanxiang squinted, seemingly lost in thought, and spoke:

"Are you saying that hating yourself isn't necessarily a bad thing?"

"Huh?" Yamada Ryo looked at Nango Toki with a completely bewildered expression.

Meanwhile, Nango Toki on the other side had a look on his face that said, "I totally understand."

Yes.

He got it.

I understand what Yamada Ryo meant.

"Hating yourself is not a bad thing. Giving up on change and giving up on being positive are also choices. There is no need to demand perfection, let alone strive for completeness."

As he spoke, he tapped the table: "Liang, what you're really trying to say is that it's impossible for someone to be perfect all the time, isn't it?"

"Hey?"

Yamada Ryosuke's pink lips moved slightly as she looked at Nango Toki with a look of utter astonishment.

She now truly believes that Nanxiang's first place in the national mock test was well-deserved.

Because she didn't think that much about it at all.

When I was in Nanxiang, I relied entirely on my skill of answering questions like "Please analyze the author's thoughts and feelings in this passage."

He articulated things she hadn't even considered in a very detailed and convincing way.

And it sounds...

seem...

It seems pretty reliable?

She couldn't help but rub her head, unable to continue Nanxiang's words, she could only respond with "uh-huh" and "ah-ah".

"I never expected you, Liang, to think of this."

Nango Toki found the general direction to save Futaba Rio and did not hold back in praising Yamada Ryo.

Because he was thinking about Rio Futaba, he didn't notice Ryo Yamada's unusual behavior.

On the other side...

Yamada Ryo was extremely guilty.

Normally, she would probably accept Nanxiang's praise with a blank expression, or even a hint of pride.

But seeing how serious Nanxiang looks now...

Ms. Yamada felt a little guilty for receiving praise for no reason.

She hesitated for a moment, then simply reached out and pressed Nanxiang Shi's palm against her chest.

"what are you doing?"

While still pondering the problem, Nango clearly hadn't expected Ms. Yamada to suddenly make such a move.

"All right."

It's as if this action is a way of repaying something.

Ms. Yamada removed Nango Toki's hand from her chest with satisfaction: "Toki can continue praising me now."

"......" Nanxiang time.

What nonsense is this woman spouting now?

Chapter 202. Deep Blue, Add Points! (4600 words!)

Miss Yamada's breasts.

how to say.

Just as she said.

While it may not be as good as Rio Futaba or Ichiri Goto, it is certainly a very nice shape.

The key point is that when Ms. Yamada pressed down on his palm, she used a lot of force, it felt like... cough cough...

Let's get back to the topic.

Although I was puzzled by Ms. Yamada's sudden action.

But Ms. Yamada's words did indeed provide Nango with some ideas.

That is--

"Shouldn't we strive for perfection...?"

After feeding Ms. Yamada another dinner with a rating of 4.1, and seeing her off contentedly, Nango lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.

Rio Futaba loathed herself.

She felt disgusted by her own unease.

I am disgusted by her skepticism about friendship.

I am disgusted by her desire for the company of her best friend.

But ultimately—

"These are actually all the elements that constitute Rio Futaba as a person."

When in the south, one should place their hands behind their head.

He knew why the simulation had failed.