My love game with them that will lead to certain death

My Death-Definite Love Game with Them Author: OMG Zhang Xiaoqian

Summary:

Ming Hai Toru got a simulated love system by chance. As long as he works hard to play various roles in the simulation and capture NPCs, he can get rewards and change his life as an unknown person. But the premise of the game is that he will definitely die at the end.

He eloped with the seriously ill Yukinoshita Yukino and escaped from the hospital, drove along the road to the sea, and finally gave his pancreas to Yukino, leaving her alone to live.

A body-swapping love comedy with her younger sister Eriri, forgotten by everyone during the midsummer fireworks festival, and embracing the incoming meteorites in a deserted town

In direct opposition to the end of the band, the bully who was afraid of social anxiety suddenly died in Yamada Ryo's arms on the eve of the band's fame. People only then realized that he was just trying to make Goto Ichiri

He is increasingly alienated from his childhood sweetheart, Mai Sakurajima. After she is cursed with reverse growth, he takes the responsibility for her without hesitation. The two people's time has been intertwined since then...

But after pulling himself out of the death ending of the game, he always felt that something was wrong...

Whether it's a lover, a brother, or a childhood sweetheart, it's just a setting in a simulation game. Why do you take it so seriously?

Prologue: The final destination for all of us is the crematorium

1. What is your current mental state?

The curly-haired boy thought for a moment and changed "rely on the defense" to "be optimistic, cheerful and positive, and always ready to face the next challenge in life."

I'm almost tired of using old jokes, so don't use them on the answer sheet.

2. What is your preferred school in the future?

Then change "It doesn't matter, I will work a part-time job." to the famous Tokyo University and Waseda University.

Even though there is a high probability that you will not be admitted and your score may not be higher than those test takers, just set a small goal first.

The questionnaire was thus completed, and after giving a perfunctory reply, the boy skillfully twirled the ballpoint pen on his fingertips.

After all, if you don’t do this, you won’t be able to pass the teacher’s test.

Even if the questions seem open-ended, and even if the subjects of this questionnaire are a group of young people who are not yet savvy, the tendency of the person who sets the questions has already been determined.

Most of the labels attached to teenagers are related to words like "positive" and "hard-working", and when you try to show characteristics that are completely different from the mainstream, trouble will come.

Writing down your true thoughts does not violate the "adult rules", but if you write too much, you will be invited to have tea, which is actually the so-called "unspoken rule of adults".

Considering that the trouble of being invited for tea was greater than the discomfort caused by saying something against his will, the boy ruffled his naturally curly black hair and came to the following conclusion.

Then just deal with it casually.

In the teacher's office, the boy was modifying a questionnaire when someone approached from behind noticed him.

"Well, I can see that you put a lot of effort into trying to please me, Ming Hai."

The steady yet slightly playful female voice came from a life counselor named Shizuka Hiratsuka. After reading the boy's questionnaire, an intriguing smile appeared on her face.

The woman sat upright on the sofa in the teacher's office and began to look through Ming Hai's questionnaire. Compared with her beautiful long black hair and iconic and pretty facial features, her unique temperament of a mature woman was the most attractive thing about her.

That is if her tone wasn't so sarcastic.

"These words of yours that seem inspiring and full of positive energy are obviously not your true thoughts."

"Ahahaha, why do you say such things, teacher? Haha." (no emotion)

The black curly-haired boy sitting in front of her and acting like a good kid chuckled twice. Although he wanted to fool her, the perceptive teacher did not let him go.

"Those who wrote "Youthful and wasteful of oxygen" in the last survey themed "Youthful and wasteful" should not ask why. You are filling out a very new survey."

"Teacher, you are right, but 'avoiding trouble' is a passive coping rule developed by teenagers in response to high-pressure education. We need to play the role of good children under the serious supervision of parents and teachers, master the education rules that are more suitable for the physique of East Asian babies, and explore how to achieve class-crossing and financial freedom on this continent. Life question -"

"That's enough. If there's no more jokes, then don't play it."

"Private Marseille."

Shizuka Hiratsuka raised her eyebrows slightly in annoyance and wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down, but considering that the boy sitting in front of her was her student, she finally suppressed her urge to smoke.

Toru Narumi, 16 years old, is a student.

Although he looks like an ordinary high school student, Shizuka Hiratsuka, from the teacher's perspective, can vaguely perceive the tip of the iceberg of this guy's true character.

At least at this age when young boys and girls are showing their talents, this guy is better at hiding his personality. This alone is enough for Shizuka Hiratsuka to pay attention to him.

"Ming Hai, don't you think that enjoying youth at your age is a fleeting and wonderful thing?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was patient and showed a gentle and considerate smile out of professional ethics.

"Teacher, are you saying this based on your experience?"

"Of course. When I was your age, you were still wearing open-crotch pants."

"But there are still people who have no resonance with the so-called youth anthems even in adolescence. Teacher, didn't such people exist in your generation?"

"That era..."

Hiratsuka suppressed his anger and gave a professional smile this time. He didn't know whether this kid stepped into the minefield intentionally or unintentionally.

"…I'm serious, Ming Hai, have you ever thought about having a relationship while you're still young, pursuing your dreams or something?"

This time her tone didn't sound like a teacher, but more like the helpless sigh of a sister who was worried about her brother.

Ming Hai blinked innocently. He felt that such a teacher Hiratsuka was actually quite cute. At least she was different from those teachers who only liked to use their own rules to restrict students. She was really worried about his youth troubles.

But to be honest, the word "eulogizing youth" is totally inconsistent with Toru Narumi's style.

Create memories that will last only this time, have a passionate love affair, spend long summer nights talking with friends, and promise each other not to forget each other even after graduation.

He had heard these clichéd examples of youth so many times in pop songs that they were almost rotten to his ears, and these sentimental words were not friendly to people who had no friends, no love, and no skills.

Most people spend their teenage years on boring and tedious studies, and "youth" will only favor some people from beginning to end.

Besides, what good is a colorful youth? Will it comfort us when we are old and reminiscing about the past? In other words, no matter how colorful the youth is, it cannot change the fact that we will slowly grow into boring adults.

Some people may become indignant about this and indulge in their anger towards the modern people who are enjoying their youth, shouting, "Let all the modern people explode."

In comparison, the boy's thoughts were much milder.

Just like a relationship will eventually end in a breakup, youth will also be gone forever.

"It doesn't matter. The final destination of human beings is the crematorium anyway."

The above is the personal opinion of Ming Hai Che, who calls himself an ordinary person.

"…Without any malice, I would say that you are definitely mentally ill."

This was the heartfelt sigh of Shizuka Hiratsuka, whose expression could no longer be suppressed.

Chapter 1: Working Soldiers Won't Dream of Shimokitazawa Blue Eyes (Part 1)

How can a high school student not go crazy? He is just trying to hold on.

Complicated and tedious interpersonal relationships, professional knowledge that may not be useful, physically demanding sports activities, and a daily routine that is planned to include three points and one line. Not to mention that this prison-like routine will take at least three years to get through.

But when you think you have escaped from the prison called "high school", the university that is exaggerated by teachers and makes you yearn for it will give you a solid showdown.

"Everyone has been deceived. They say they are escaping to college to pursue their youth, but in fact, the moment they successfully escape, their youth has already ended."

Ming Hai Toru adjusted his non-existent glasses and began to argue his point seriously.

"Of course, high school isn't much better. People say that there's no good or bad distinction between extroverts and introverts, but once you join a group assignment or present a project on stage, it's a kind of passive and forced social participation, and introversion becomes a disadvantage at this time. In the final analysis, school is just a microcosm of society. On the surface, advocating for diversity of personality is just a high-sounding pie in the sky, a kind of "correctness" that is not put into practice -"

"Crazy, huh? Then I'll take you to where you should go."

Hiratsuka Shizuka pouted without saying a word, pulled the tie in front of the curly-haired boy who was still unsatisfied, and brought their faces closer.

"Tomorrow, in the afternoon, after school. Wait for me in the office, understand?"

"Teacher, this is not good, right? I know I am very beautiful and have a promising future, but that is another price..."

"You little bastard, I mean to send you to be taught a lesson by your peers tomorrow!"

The veins on Hiratsuka Shizuka's forehead appeared and disappeared. Ming Hai had no doubt that if he said one more word, she would beat him up with her clenched fist, so he stopped jumping back and forth on the edge of her tolerance.

As the saying goes, when you are alone in a room with a beautiful teacher, it is inevitable that your mind will be distracted and you will have wild thoughts - but Ming Hai Toru actually disagrees with this statement.

For example, when dealing with Shizuka Hiratsuka, what he was actually thinking about was where to work next.

"Also, if you always fantasize about having wonderful contact with the opposite sex, you may suffer from paranoia."

Toru Narumi is an ordinary high school student who is not particularly special compared to his peers.

His academic performance was above average, his physical fitness was above average, and he didn't have many friends but he wasn't a thorn in the eyes of others. All in all, he was just an ordinary high school sophomore who could go unnoticed even in a crowd of people.

The few things that can be praised about her are perhaps the fluffy, naturally curly black hair and a pair of lake blue eyes inherited from her mother, as well as her facial features which, if you look closely, you can see are in pretty good shape.

In terms of actions, he never missed his part-time job regardless of winter or summer vacations or school time.

He works in the bookstore on Mondays and Tuesdays, and does odd jobs in the exhibition hall from Thursday to Saturday.

A working soldier will not dream of a beautiful girl, let alone fall in love with a beautiful girl. (Confirmed)

There's no way he could do that. He wasn't born into the standard family of "busy parents with a car and a house". His parents' divorce left him with a mess. He didn't want to live with either of them and wanted to earn his living expenses by working part-time - of course, the rent of the student apartment for single residents was still paid by his parents.

Although he tried hard to support himself, as a student with average ability, his weekly working hours were already fixed, which also limited his income to a certain range.

Because of this, he would only choose the most economical tram as a means of transportation, even if it was during the crowded rush hours in the morning and evening.

After being sent home by Hiratsuka, Ming Hai arrived at the train station and tried hard to squeeze into the crowded carriage.

He breathed a sigh of relief after finding a corner where he could stand, and looked around while holding his schoolbag.

What caught my eye was the poster advertisement that had been hanging outside the glass window for almost two years.

The girl with a bright smile on the poster is called Sakurajima Mai. She debuted as a child star and is now a household name. Even Ming Hai, who doesn't care much about the entertainment industry, remembers her image, which shows her popularity among the people.

Although the trivialities in celebrities' daily lives are always magnified, if you can be an entertainment star who makes a fortune every day, it doesn't really matter if you are talked about, criticized, and scolded every day.

Occasionally, Toru Narumi would wonder what he would be like now if he had lived a different life - for example, if a scout had come to discover him a few years ago, would he have taken a different path now?

"Even if my hourly wage is only one-third of hers, I am willing to be an actress..."

Even if your lines, singing, dancing are not good and you are mocked by the audience to the point of collapse, it would be great to use money to wipe your tears.

"...?"

The middle-aged office worker nearby heard the boy's terrifying mutterings and leaned back in fear, with the wig on his head that was used to cover his bald spots almost slipping off.

"It seems that it is not impossible for a boy to be an actress?"

The unbearable crowded train time ended, and Minghai arrived in Shimokitazawa.

He followed the familiar route and found the exhibition hall located in the basement on the roadside. The store manager, Ijichi Hoshika, had readily hired him a month ago - the reason given was "My sister is about your age, so it's only natural for me to take care of her."

At first glance, it sounds like a declaration of a sister-con.

But...

Ming Hai, who started to take care of the front desk, skillfully served drinks to the guests while watching the conversation between the Ijichi sisters not far away.

"Sister~ Let's practice again!"

Ijichi family's younger sister, Ijichi Hongka, has dazzling long golden hair like her sister, but the single ponytail she tied on one side makes her look more energetic.

"Come on, we have a serious performance here later. Even the guitarist ran away, why don't you find something serious to do first."

Compared to her lively and cheerful sister, her elder sister Ichichi Hoshika seemed a little too distant as she responded with a tone that was so cold that it seemed a little impatient.

"Hey, why is this——"

She ignored her sister's almost spoiled complaints and walked straight towards the curly-haired boy who had just been idle for a moment.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ming Hai. There are quite a lot of audiences tonight, and I happen to have something else to do so I have to leave first, so you may be busy... but I will increase your hourly wage."

Ichichi Hoshige casually glanced at her seemingly lost sister.

"Then, let them practice in the rehearsal room for half an hour. I'll leave it to you."

The case is solved. It's a guy who is a bit righteous but has caused trouble for his sister.

"Okay boss, got it boss."

"Don't be so rude, just call me by my name."

"Okay, take care, Mr. Ichichi."

"You kid... humph."

Manager Ijichi, who had been labeled as arrogant and tsundere, glared at Minghai unhappily and left first. After Hongxia understood the wink sent by Minghai, she happily went to the rehearsal room to meet up with another companion who had been waiting for a long time.