My love game with them that will lead to certain death

However, although he was mentally prepared for the worst, the result surprised Ming Hai a little.

"Beep - time's up... um."

In the home economics classroom, the curly-haired boy put down his whistle and looked at the crooked and color-different blocks in front of Yuigahama, and then looked at the brightly colored, neatly cut works in front of Yukinoshita that exuded a rich milky aroma. For a moment, his expression was a little excited.

“No… How come this is different from what we agreed on…?”

Yukinoshita Yukino, who had finished cooking on the side, let out a long sigh, gently wiped the fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead with her wrist, and brought the cookies she had carefully made to Toru Narumi and Hachiman Hikigaya.

This is her true strength - even though for some reason her cooking skills in the simulation were so terrible that they were hard to describe, Yukinoshita Yukino believed that the dishes she made with all her effort would definitely conquer the judges' stomachs.

Of course, she was so confident that she could never guess what Ming Hai Che, who was smiling on the outside but sweating profusely on the inside, was thinking.

"Yuigahama's cooking might be chocolate wrapped in shit, but if Yukinoshita's cooking is shit wrapped in chocolate..."

Today he will definitely have a place in the ICU ward of the hospital.

"Oh, this looks delicious. Yuigahama's looks a little clumsy... well, it just takes time to practice."

Hikigaya on the side did not hesitate to praise the dish. He picked up a chair and sat down, ready to start eating. Yukinoshita Yukino's gaze also turned to the curly-haired boy who was standing there in an awkward position.

That was a look urging him to give it a try, and Ming Hai Che knew it well.

It's no big deal, just try and die.

Toru Narumi pretended to know nothing and sat down to examine the two men's works. In fact, he hoped that Hikigaya beside him would become a guinea pig for testing the poison before him.

"Come on, Hipenguin-san... our life or death depends on you!"

Hikigaya-san was acutely aware of the gaze that was as strong as a spotlight beside him, and he put the cookie down again.

"Um... Does Ming Hai want to eat it so much? Then why not let him eat it first..."

Yukino, who was watching the two boys silently, straightened her back, waiting for Minghai to give her evaluation of her cooking at any time.

Naturally, she had already known through the simulation experience that Yuigahama would receive cooking instruction today, so she had been practicing at home since the past two days - just to avenge her previous defeat.

And it was also to leave a good impression in front of the real Toru Narumi, although Miss Yukinoshita Yukino could never admit this frankly.

Yukino crossed her arms in front of her body. Even though she looked calm and composed as she watched the two young men enjoying the food, the movement of rubbing her arms unconsciously still betrayed her slightly uneasy mood.

“…………Hmm.”

After hesitating for a long time, Ming Hai finally bit the bullet and chewed slowly, his expression gradually calming down.

"It's delicious, just go open the shop I say Yukinoshita."

Hikigaya Hachiman, who was standing by, was always outspoken. He quickly dealt with Yukino's cookies and then set his sights on Yuigahama's work.

"I, I'll leave my work to the two referees as well!"

The pink-haired girl nodded to Narumi and Hikigaya very seriously out of nervousness, and her eyes couldn't stop glancing at the dead-eyed boy - after all, that was the person she really wanted to give the cookies to.

In response to Hikigaya's praise, Yukino simply nodded slightly to express her polite thanks, then continued to look at the silent Ming Hai, and the small movement of her fingers on his shoulders sped up a little.

What she really cared about was the young man's evaluation.

“…It’s really delicious.”

The curly-haired boy ate all the cookies without batting an eyelid and gave a very honest response.

"...!"

Miss Yukinoshita raised her eyebrows. Although she felt an uncontrollable joy in her heart, she suppressed it and did not show it.

"Thank you."

She responded with a simple thank you as if she were an ordinary person, but her eyes kept glancing at the curly-haired boy intentionally or unintentionally from beginning to end, which made Yuigahama blink.

Of course, if Yukinoshita Yukino knew what Ming Hai was thinking at this moment, she would probably be speechless.

"She's such a great cook...it seems like the real Yukinoshita Yukino is exactly the same as the one in the simulation..."

Not the same person...right?

Ming Hai Toru is not a heartless person, he will not forget everything he experienced. But if the person in front of him is not the Yukino who fled with him, he will not cling to someone who can't respond to him.

Being able to take and let go is one of his few strengths. After all, if you can't get it, you should just turn around and leave gracefully.

However, it is still too early to draw conclusions now. Let's observe for a while before making any decisions.

What really concerns Ming Hai right now is not the complicated relationship between himself and the Yukinoshita sisters, but how to cash in the "reward" he will get after escaping from the simulation.

In any case, he had involuntarily spent so much energy in that future simulation. If the feedback he got in the end was not satisfactory, it would be a waste of his sunk costs.

Today is not a working day, and Ming Hai, who is eager to go home, goes straight to home after the club activities are over.

Braving the scorching sun and squeezing through the crowded tram, he finally returned to his cramped but safe rental house.

After opening the laptop, Ming Hai sat up straight, sorted out his mood, and created a new document with soothing music playing in the background.

Then, he typed the first letter of the prologue of the new novel.

Chapter 8 Who taught you to write a novel like this?

Speaking objectively from a bystander's perspective, Toru Narumi actually doesn't have a very good impression of the slick and sloppy novelist "Tru Narumi" in the simulation.

The first simulation he put himself in was not the overbearing CEO Long Aotian in the simulation routine, but a down-and-out, decadent and out-of-control novelist. It was inevitable that he had some concerns about his future life.

"Besides, what kind of nonsense is written here? A judge falls in love with a lawyer and they flee together in the courtroom... This kind of art may be a little too early for modern humans."

Because of this, Ming Hai actually had some doubts about the "Weird Novelist" reward entry issued by the system after completing the simulation.

After all, if what you write is no different from the work in the simulation, it is estimated that it will fail sooner or later.

However, the above worries disappeared instantly for no reason the moment Ming Hai Toru clicked into the Word document and pressed the keyboard.

His divergent thoughts involuntarily formed a clear straight line, allowing him to effortlessly follow logic and imagination to outline the scene he most wanted to present in his mind, and express it perfectly in words.

Whether it is an indescribable gorgeous scene or an obscure and profound emotional expression, even the simplest description of a character's demeanor, he can easily grasp the most essential part with his writing style and describe it with precise and concise strokes.

This smooth and seamless typing speed was something he had never experienced before.

“Is this what it feels like to write with divine power?”

The thoughts in his mind were like wild horses running wild, and new ideas and concepts popped up one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, making him obsessed with them and reluctant to leave.

By the time Ming Hai came to his senses after finishing writing the climax of the plot, it was already around 2:30 in the morning.

The rumbling sound from his stomach finally made him notice that he had been working on his computer until late at night without eating or drinking water. His miserable body was already complaining.

It was rare for Ming Hai to write so hard that he forgot the time. He wasn't even so enthusiastic when doing his homework.

"Okay, I take it back. This bonus entry might be really awesome."

The boy stood up from his chair, stretched his body after a brief period of dizziness, and walked listlessly to the kitchen to cook himself a bucket of instant noodles to fill his stomach.

When he sat down and started to enjoy the seafood fish noodles, the curly-haired boy who was eating the noodles with his head down suddenly felt an empty feeling around his neck - that was where the whistle he brought to the home economics class should have been hanging.

"It seems that I just whistled when the cooking time was over... and then I put it on the table. I don't remember anything after that."

Well, it will definitely be taken away by the school workers who come to clean or the students who come to class.

Ming Hai Toru couldn't help but worry whether his future old age would be accompanied by Alzheimer's disease.

At the age of sixteen, but with the body of a sixty-year-old, this may be the current situation of young people today - oh no, a sixty-year-old man is much healthier than him.

Ming Hai, who had added another worry, was only depressed for a short while. After finishing his instant noodles in two or three mouthfuls, he threw himself into writing again without thinking any more - his emotions came and went quickly, which was also one of his advantages.

Driven by his irrepressible desire to create, the boy continued writing until late at night.

Fortunately, the next day was Saturday, so he could devote himself to it without any scruples. When he pressed the save button to exit the document, the sky outside the window became dim and bright.

Even though the lingering sleepiness kept invading his brain, Ming Hai forced himself to wake up and finally proofread the freshly written short story and backed it up several times.

After completing all the above steps, Ming Hai, who finally finished his creation, could no longer resist the temptation of sleep. He fell on his bed and went to dreamland to meet Zhou Gong.

For some reason, the Duke of Zhou in the dream did not look like an old man, but instead a young man with a clean and handsome appearance.

"Oh my, I can see that you have worked very hard. Although it is far from reaching the upper limit of your talent, it is already very good for a young creation."

The young man's smiling face always gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but the haziness brought by the dream would offset his doubts.

"But what do you plan to do after you finish writing? Don't you have the desire to let others read your work? Are you really satisfied with just taking it out and reading it occasionally for your own amusement?"

Mr. Zhou Gong stroked his non-existent beard on his chin, and the smile on his face always reminded people of smooth and cunning creatures like foxes.

"I remember you sent your work to the editorial department before, right? The rejection of your manuscript was because they were blind. Even if there was no entry bonus, the first draft was still a rough gem waiting to be polished. After all, all the "rewards" are actually based on your own efforts. They are not just pie in the sky and thrown to you out of thin air."

The young man was giving this explanation in a serious manner that left Ming Hai confused. Although he looked unreliable, there seemed to be a magic in his words and actions that made others listen carefully.

"If I were you, I would post what I just wrote on an online forum as a test to see other people's feedback and opinions. If I have better ideas in the future, I will directly participate in the writing competitions of major websites... Ah, it seems that there is no need to say "if". "

Mr. Zhou Gong, who was speaking very eloquently, suddenly stopped and met Ming Hai's gaze with a smile.

After clearing away the blurry dream, Ming Hai finally saw the young man's face clearly.

"After all, 'I' am 'you'."

That is clearly my appearance.

"—!"

The curly-haired boy suddenly woke up from his bed, and what came into his sight was the ceiling that he was already familiar with.

The electronic clock on the bedside table showed that the current time was 11:30 am. He fell asleep in the early morning and slept until now.

It’s so exciting that I can even see myself cosplaying as Zhou Gong.

It was the first time that Ming Hai had such a strange dream. He rubbed his dizzy head, but he still couldn't forget the content of the dream.

Apart from the fact that the face that was exactly like his own gave him a bit of uncanny valley effect, the suggestions he made in the dream were quite useful for reference.

After thinking carefully for a long time, Ming Hai opened the free novel writing forum he often visited, created a thread and posted his work there.

It is a story about a boy and girl who experienced separation of life and death. The girl turned into a ghost and accompanied the boy who could not see her through the tormenting years, hoping that he would come out of the shadows as soon as possible.

Chapter 9 Come on, big sister who draws!

This is a story about eternal death and love.

The boy and girl grew up together as childhood sweethearts and were good friends who could talk about anything. However, when their friendship was about to sublimate and transform into another kind of emotion, the girl rejected the boy who had been expressing his lovesickness.

"As expected...it still doesn't work."

The girl smiled and rejected the boy.

"You should forget me quickly and find someone who is more suitable for you."

But even with such a response, the boy continued his daily life as usual, going to school, going home to eat, and occasionally going to the video game arcade where the two of them often went to have fun.

"That guy hasn't given up on you. It's really annoying. It's almost too late."

When someone complained like this to the girl, she just responded with a gentle smile.

"It's okay. He also needs some time to digest it."

The girl silently accompanied the taciturn boy and experienced everything they had long been accustomed to, the regular school route, the boring club activities, the exciting exam preparation days——

And the first anniversary of the girl’s accidental death.

The young man standing in front of the tombstone holding flowers lowered his eyes and couldn't help pouring out his heart to the portrait on the tombstone. But what he could never realize was that the girl was actually always behind him and never left.

"Really... You're such a worrying guy that I can't leave."

Naturally, she could no longer convey her thoughts to the young man with moist eyes.

"Forget me quickly and find someone who can make you smile again."

The above is the general plot of the short story written by Ming Hai.

[Childhood Friend Dashengli: Hey, hey, I thought you were just talking nonsense... but you actually wrote it down? ]

In rr14's chat box, the Ruga man did not hide his disbelief.

[I want to eat your ahoge: Just posted at noon, if you are interested, go and have a look. ]

Ming Hai replied nonchalantly while hanging out in the main city, while switching out of the forum homepage and starting to refresh the posts frantically.

Although the data was growing at a visible rate, the exposure in one afternoon was only a few hundred, and there were only a handful of comments.

Of course, for him who published his work on this kind of forum for the first time, this achievement was actually enough to give him some comfort - after all, everything is difficult at the beginning.

[Childhood sweethearts win: I’m watching it, don’t rush me.]