How rude, we are pure love!

After finishing the meal, the blue-haired girl wanted to go to the store to buy some cookies as an afternoon snack. Qingye had no choice but to wait for her under a nearby tree.

There were no students in the canteen at this time, and the baskets on the long table were almost empty. Banaijian quickly trotted back, complaining:

"My favorite strawberry flavor is sold out..."

Qingye didn't want to complain and was about to walk back to the classroom, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a figure rushing towards this side from the other end.

He narrowed his eyes. The bangs covering the right eye and the petite body...is it Xiaoju?

*

The school bell echoed throughout the campus.

"Bu-bu, senior, this is the first volume of the novel I wrote, please take a look!"

In the literature department, the literary girl lowered her head, raised her voice slightly, and handed over the manuscript in her hand.

"Xiao Ju has finished writing the first volume? I'm really looking forward to it. Let me see it soon. Just tell me in advance that I will point out the shortcomings in the article without mercy." The man said impatiently.

The Minister is still so gentle and considerate.

The dark girl couldn't help but smile foolishly.

What was her original motivation for constantly working hard? Wasn't it just to become better, to get closer to the person she loved... huh? But why was she only thinking about the Minister now?

Xiaoju fell into deep thought.

When Qingye heard the bell and was about to feel the youthful atmosphere, Yanaijian pulled him to the literature club in the face of Hualian's strange look.

When you push open the door, the first thing that catches your eye is a bookcase packed with books. There is a faint scent of ink floating in the air, and the table is also filled with miscellaneous items and picture books.

A man and a woman were sitting in front of the wooden table, looking at the papers in their hands with serious expressions. Next to them, a familiar dark girl was playing with the ends of her hair with her fingers, waiting silently.

This place must be considered a sanctuary for losers. After all, a small club can actually produce three legendary loser heroines... Qingye looked around with great interest.

Ba Nai Jian whispered to him:

"This is Tsuki no Koto-senpai. She's Tamaki-san's childhood sweetheart, and they have a very good relationship!"

"This is Tamaki-san, my childhood friend."

Why do you have to repeat it twice?

Qingye glanced at Banaijian.

"Sorry, could you please wait a moment? We are reading Xiaoju's novel." The minister, who had a bit of a literary and artistic temperament, raised his head with an apologetic look.

"Eh? Xiaoju's novel is finished? I want to read it too!"

Ba Nai approached the girl naturally and asked expectantly, "Where's mine?"

"Here, here." Xiaoju silently handed her a stack of manuscript paper.

And the last person left... Xiaoju's eyes fell silently on Qingye, but when the boy looked over, she quickly looked away.

Qing, Qingye is here too. Is it a shame that I didn't prepare anything for him? But I showed her the novel as soon as it was finished, so, so it's okay, right?

He, he should also know...

"Don't worry about me, I can just pick out some books to read by myself." Qingye glanced at her, smiled, stood in front of the bookshelf, and stroked the spines of the books with his fingers.

He took out a copy of "Demian", a book that a certain young lady loved to read, and sat on a chair nearby.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the rustling of pages turning and the faint sound of breathing.

Xiaoju stood by, pinching the corner of her clothes with her hand, her eyes constantly switching between the ground and Qingye.

She was originally a little nervous, after all, she was showing the novel to the minister and others, but for some reason, the moment she saw Qingye just now, she felt a sense of relief and peace in her heart.

Since Qingye... since Teacher Fuyutsuki praised her, there must be no problem.

She whispered in her heart.

Time passed and her thoughts wandered. At one point, the minister's voice brought her back to reality.

"Xiaoju, I've finished reading it."

The sunset outside the window was as bright as fire. Minister Tamaki put down the last document in his hand and was stunned for several seconds before turning his head to look at the petite girl on the other side.

Qingye also closed the book in his hand and watched the development of the situation.

"How, how is it?"

Xiaoju asked...Why is my voice so calm?

"Xiaoju, you're amazing."

The minister sighed with a complex mixture of relief, admiration, and a little envy.

He said seriously, "You are definitely talented, Xiaoju. I think this has reached the level of commercial publication. Even from my personal taste, I am full of anticipation for the sequel. This is absolutely not a lie."

As a minister, Minister Tamaki has a certain literary accomplishment, and he has also serialized novels on the Internet for one or two years, so he is very clear about the quality of this novel and how much effort the girl has put into it.

"You must have been working very hard on your writing during this period, Xiaoju."

Yumu moved his feet, walked up to Xiaoju, and gently patted her little head, just like a brother encouraging his sister. Under the gentle light, this scene looked very youthful.

"Hey, hey, hey, no."

The dark girl reacted as usual.

but……

Huh?

strangeness.

Why am I not as happy and excited as I imagined?

I had worked incredibly hard, and the results of that effort had been recognized and praised by the person I loved. The two joys overlapped, creating a truly dreamlike moment of happiness. However...

Xiaoju was suddenly stunned. If it were her usual self, she would be happy for the whole day just by getting a sentence like "Xiaoju is so cute" or "Well done" from the minister. If she was patted on the head, she would be so happy that the corners of her mouth would be raised even in her dreams. But what was this faint emotion in her heart now?

The girl stood there, feeling confused and indescribable.

There was another girl who shared the same sentiment as her.

"Xiaoju, you are really amazing..." After reading the last page of the manuscript, the chocolate bar in Banai's mouth fell onto the table.

This volume of the novel is better than expected. Of course, it is still far inferior to the original Qingye, but it is far ahead of their peers in the literature club.

Ripples surged in my heart.

So, that timid and self-deprecating girl is also striding forward, and is about to surpass her without even realizing it.

But she didn't change anything.

And, and...if Xiaoju succeeds in publishing her novel, she should be considered a junior of Qingye-kun, right? They can chat about novels, talk about their favorite characters, and let each other's ideas collide...

As he was thinking, Ba Nai fell silent.

Ring, ring, ring, the ringing of the cell phone broke the delicate atmosphere. Xiaoju took out her cell phone and said hurriedly:

"Hurry, it's almost time to go to work, everyone, I have to go first!"

Qingye glanced at her back.

*

My stomach is so hungry...

Xiaoju was jogging on the campus, but halfway through, she suddenly felt a wave of pain and weakness in her abdomen, and even her slender eyebrows frowned.

Ah... I think I only ate some biscuits at noon.

The gloomy girl stopped, covered her belly with one hand, and twitched the corner of her mouth - because she was obsessed with the novel today, she not only forgot to bring a lunch box, but was also a step late to buy bread at noon, so she could only eat breakfast all day.

"We're running out of time... Let's just grab something to eat at the restaurant."

Xiaoju looked at the time on her phone and gritted her teeth. She had stayed in the club for too long before and was now almost half an hour late.

At this moment, a call suddenly came from behind.

"Xiaoju! Stop running!"

The girl subconsciously turned around and saw a familiar figure running towards her.

...Qingye?

"Take it."

Qingye stopped in front of her and handed her a bottle of warm milk... and a bag of bread?

Xiaoju was stunned for a few seconds.

"You didn't have a good lunch, did you? And now you must be thinking about trying to hold on for a while at the store—that's not good for your health! Use these to fill your stomach first."

Qingye turned his face away and snorted, "But don't get me wrong! I didn't buy this specifically for you. I just saw there were some extra snacks there, so I gave you some!"

"You, are you following me? Seriously..."

The girl stared at the food in her hand and his face alternately, a blush gradually appearing on her cheeks as she muttered something under her breath.

This person seems to have always been like this.

An inexplicable strange emotion emerged in my heart, like a pool of disturbed spring water.

At this moment, even she herself did not realize... She was actually much happier than when she was praised by the minister.

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ps: 5,000 words. Sorry for the late update. I will update more after the time difference is adjusted!

063.NTR and Simulation Countdown [3 in 1]

"A person's life should be spent in such a way that when he looks back on his life, he will not regret wasting his time, nor be ashamed of having accomplished nothing."

Another weekend, Qingye, who had just finished writing the third volume of his novel, had nothing to do and was strolling along the path along the shore dyed red by the sunset.

Perhaps it was because the passage of time had become increasingly apparent recently that he would occasionally think like this.

Is he living in this real simulation in the right way? Is he wasting his time? In the end, can he achieve his goal?

Time is precious.

Having several more years of life experience than others is an invaluable asset, so…my original intention was just to spend my days leisurely, but I ended up tightening my belt unknowingly, and even felt that playing games online was a sin.

At this moment, the sound of fighting coming from the front interrupted Qingye's thoughts.

"Idiot, why don't you swing your sword!"

"A coward like you is unworthy of being a warrior."

He raised his head and saw a group of primary school students playing and laughing not far ahead. Each of them was holding a stick as a sword, and they seemed to be playing a role-playing game. At this time, three boys were fighting each other, but one of the thin boys was just dodging and retreating, and seemed to have no intention of fighting back.

The boy's behavior seemed to have caused dissatisfaction among his two companions, so they started fighting each other and started chasing him and beating him together.

Qingye stopped and observed for a while, and found that this was not really bullying, because everyone else looked bored, and the sticks were just poking a few times symbolically. Even so, the boy still looked like he was about to cry.

Finally, the three of them ran to the other side to play, leaving the boy alone sitting on the river bank, staring at the water in a daze.

What would Yukinoshita do if she were here?

As someone who believed in what was right, she would probably reprimand the other three people coldly, and then strictly guide the boy to muster up the courage to fight back.

Thinking of this——

Qingye narrowed his eyes in nostalgia.

He also has his own way of doing things.

Qingye walked over and sat next to him:

"Hey, little warrior, what's your name?"