My Romance Simulation with Them

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How did it suddenly become the half-day she requested?

Perhaps because we were so close in the south, my usually sharp mind is now foggy.

Under Nanxiang's coaxing, the bespectacled girl could only nod vaguely, agreeing to the other party's almost unreasonable request.

"it is good."

As Nango left the science preparation room, he felt much more at ease.

Although Rio Futaba said something like "I'll consider it," it seemed like she might refuse.

But actually, when the girl said, "I'll think about it,"

Nanxiang already knew in his heart that the matter was basically settled.

The other party's parents work abroad for extended periods.

This has resulted in Rio Futaba spending almost every year in Japan alone, watching movies and recordings on TV during the New Year.

Even having Sakuta Azusagawa and Yuma Kunimi as friends doesn't change that.

After all, friends can't always be by your side.

Therefore, it was impossible for the girl, who was already very lonely and longed for friendship and romance, to refuse Nango Toki's request.

Not to mention, even if Rio Futaba rejected Toki Nanago's request.

Nango also had other methods to get a girl to 'agree' to his request.

Therefore, this so-called "consideration" game was destined to end with Nango Toki's victory from the very beginning.

Aside from the fact that Rio Futaba would also be going to his house to celebrate the New Year.

Another achievement that cannot be ignored during the southern part of the region.

That is--

"A young girl's heart in love..."

Nanxiang stretched out his finger and scrolled through the simulated page that appeared in front of him.

'System notification: The host has collected the heartfelt longing (yearning) of a young girl.'

Love Hearts have been successfully collected once again.

This time, the attribute is 'longing'.

This actually aligns quite well with Rio Futaba's initial attitude towards 'love'.

I long for it, but I dare not get close.

They wanted to get closer but didn't dare to openly reach out.

Use the word 'longing' to describe her.

There is absolutely no problem.

Nanxiang reached out and gently clicked on the simulated page to close it.

Their gaze then turned to the window.

The winter break is getting closer and closer.

The weather in Tokyo is getting colder every day.

Tiny snowflakes drifted down from the sky.

It fell to the ground.

Nanxiang raised his head.

After this final exam is over.

Students from Nanxiang will directly enter the senior year of high school.

At Yucha High School, where students are in their final year of high school, teachers generally adopt a laissez-faire approach.

Especially the second half of the semester after the summer vacation.

Students can even choose not to attend classes, because the teacher has already covered most of the material, and the rest is up to the student to learn at home... or wealthy students may choose to attend private tutoring classes alongside college preparation courses.

In other words.

As long as you enter your senior year of high school.

There's not much time left before I go to university.

and so.

The only time left to invite the girls to my hometown in Akita is this winter break.

"We need to work even harder."

Nanxiang rubbed his face and slowly exhaled a breath of hot air.

He straightened his back.

Nanxiang walked towards his classroom while pondering these thoughts.

His idea was simple.

First, she extended an invitation to Ichiri Goto, Rio Futaba, and Akane Shinjo, who were all at Ocha High School. Then, she tried to persuade Niji Nichika, Chizuka Nishiki, and Takina Inoue.

The matter with Rio Futaba is now basically settled.

Next, in order of importance and urgency, is Akane Shinjo.

With that in mind, Nango decided to talk to Shinjo Akane about this matter in the afternoon.

But the next second—

Ding dong.

A crisp line signal came through.

Nanxiang subconsciously took out his phone and looked at the screen.

[A New Chapter for the World: Toki-kun! I have something very important I want to discuss with you after school today. Do you have some time to spare?]

"Ok?"

I never expected this when I was in Nanxiang.

He did not actively seek out Ms. Shinjo.

Ms. Shinjo, on the contrary, took the initiative to contact him.

However, besides the fact that the other party was looking for him, Nanxiang did not miss another important piece of information.

"Something very important...?"

Looking at the message Shinjo Akane left on LINE, Nango Toki pondered for a moment.

Could it be that Ms. Shinjo has encountered some trouble?

Without much thought, Nanxiang immediately gave a reply.

[Tokyo's most handsome boy: Okay, I'll come find you after school today.]

After such a simple reply.

Nanxiang put his phone back in his pocket and headed towards the classroom.

The lunch break is almost over.

It's time for the Imperial Tea High School entrance exams again.

......

For other students, the final exams at Ocha High School might be a behemoth that they have to fight with all their might to defeat.

For Nanxiang Shi, however, the final exam was like a pet he had completely tamed.

I finished the two afternoon exams with almost no pressure.

Nanxiang carefully considered the time before heading towards Shinjo Akane's class.

Because it was exam day.

So school ended unusually early today.

Apart from the unlucky students who had to do their cleaning duty today and the members of the sports clubs who were training on the playground, there was practically no one to be seen at Ocha High School.

Continue forward along the corridor.

Nango went directly to the class where Shinjo Akane was.

"Ah, Nanxiang, hello."

"Hello."

I greeted the female student who had just finished her duties and hurriedly ran out of the classroom:

Is Shinjo-kun inside?

"Ah... Shinjo-kun... is inside."

"Really? Thank you."

After a brief exchange, Nanxiang Shi walked into the classroom.

He hardly needed to look for it.

His eyes were simply raised.

He then saw the pink-purple-haired girl sitting in the second-to-last row in the middle of the classroom.