My Romance Simulation with Them

He was yawning, his usually rosy and handsome face was a little pale, and his short black hair was a little messy, making him look listless.

He's probably still suffering from a cold...

Thinking this, Ichiji Nijika continued speaking.

"Excuse me, Nanxiang-san, I heard about your cold from Xiaogudu, so I came here specifically to check on you. If you don't mind, may I come in?"

"From where...?"

Under her gaze, Nanxiang tilted his head, didn't ask any more questions, and stepped aside: "It should be me who has troubled Hongxia with her concern. Come in first."

"Sorry to bother you."

He said it politely.

With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, Ichiji Nijika stepped into the room of a boy her age for the first time.

It was not the chaotic scene she had imagined.

The room was unusually simple.

There was no litter or other clothing on the ground, and no strange smells in the air.

It's clear that Nango Toki is a very clean person in his daily life.

But putting all that aside...

Ijichi Nijika's only feeling was—

cold!

It's extremely cold!

This room is less a room and more an ice cellar in another sense.

The windows were clearly closed.

But I still don't know where the cold wind will seep in from.

No wonder even people with such good physical condition in Nanxiang would catch a cold.

How could you not catch a cold while resting in such a drafty low-rent house?

不 ...

Rather, it's more accurate to say that living in such a place every day during his time in Nanxiang allowed him to concentrate on his studies and achieve first place...

This is the most incredible part, isn't it?

As I watched...

For some reason, Ichi Nijika felt a little sorry for Nango Toki.

So, Nango Toki, who always seemed so relaxed in front of them... actually lived in such conditions?

Ichi Nijika secretly glanced at Nango.

Hardship seemed unable to defeat this young man.

At least she never heard Nanxiang complain about his current living conditions.

No wonder there are fragments of memories in my mind.

She could have such a deep love for Nango Toki.

Because it's simply about facing the difficulties head-on...

That already perfectly matches her criteria for choosing a partner.

She thought so.

Then I heard Nanxiang's words as he lay in bed:

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I won't be able to serve you. Please find a place to sit, Hongxia."

"Ah... okay."

Nodding subconsciously, Ichiji Nijika looked around again before finally sitting down at the small round table.

Then...

Then she saw something.

It was placed on the round table.

Nango had painstakingly prepared the exam paper to end the band's career.

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"Nanxiang Sang... what is this...?"

Looking at the exam papers laid out on the round table, Ichiji Nijika stood up and turned to look at Nango Toki.

But this time, she did not receive a reply.

When she turned around, she found that Nanxiang Shi had closed his eyes because of a deep sense of dizziness in his head.

It seems that just coming out to open the door and greet her had exhausted Nanxiang Shi's strength.

The other party is clearly in a daze right now.

"..." Yi Di knew Hongxia.

Looking at Nanxiang, and then at the neatly arranged exam papers on the table above...

The beautiful, standard font on it stirred something within Ichiji Nijika, moving her to tears.

She really didn't expect that.

Even with such poor health.

Even in Nanxiang, he was still thinking about them.

Preparing these four handwritten exam papers with completely different contents... even in Nanxiang, it must have taken a considerable amount of time, right?

Despite having such a physical condition, they still had to rack their brains to come up with ideas and create questions for them...

"Nanxiang Sang...you really are..."

Ichi Nijika sighed and stood up helplessly.

Even before I arrived.

She had been troubled and confused about how to handle her relationship with Nango.

But now it seems...

These feelings of confusion and worry...

It seems that everything has been partially explained and answered at this moment.

Ichi Nijika stood up.

In order not to disturb Nanxiang's rest.

She tiptoed over to the other person.

After hesitating for a while.

Ichi Nijika finally made up her mind and raised her fair hand, gently placing it on the other person's forehead.

Because they were trying to warm up their bodies, there was a fine layer of sweat on their foreheads.

"It's getting a little hot..."

Ichi Nijika knelt on the floor and wiped away the sweat with a towel placed beside her.

Her virtuous appearance resembled that of a newlywed wife serving her husband.

"Nanxiang Sang, excuse me, may I have my temperature taken?"

Holding the thermometer placed on the bedside table, Ichiji Nijika wanted to hand it to Nango.

Her fair fingers reflected the crystal-clear thermometer.

however--

"I'm too weak, help me measure."

It was as if Nango, who was in a dream, made a sound.

"Hey?"

Ichiji Nijika blushed, utterly surprised that Nango would say something like that.

If the person in Nanxiang is also a girl, it wouldn't be a problem to help them take their temperature.

But the problem is... Nanxiang was a boy.

Should I put my hand inside Nanxiang Shi's clothes and help him hold the thermometer under his armpit...?

This overly intimate gesture moved her, who was usually warm and generous, just by thinking about it.

A teenage girl's body can attract a certain amount of attention from boys.

Conversely, the energetic bodies of adolescent boys also hold a mysterious attraction for girls.

Ichi Nijika is also a seventeen-year-old girl, so naturally she is no exception.

Especially since the object of her attention was Nanxiang, whom she had been paying close attention to recently.

Her cute, fair little hands stretched out forward, then nervously withdrew.

The thermometer in her hand was less like a thermometer and more like a red-hot branding iron, making it impossible for her to hold.

Finally, upon seeing Nango, he squinted his eyes, looking as if he were in great pain.

She then clenched her little fists, mustered her courage, and approached Nanxiang.

"Excuse me, Nango-san."

He reached his hand into the bedding.

Then you can feel the humidity and sweat.

The uniquely masculine scent made her blush.