My love game with them that will lead to certain death

For some reason, the curly-haired boy's stubborn attitude made Yamada Ryo even more angry.

"Why make things so complicated when there is an easier way to solve the problem?"

"Why?... If I were to ask why, it's like playing a game."

In response to her complaints, the boy just laughed heartily twice and looked into the distance.

“Even if the operation is a bit complicated and hard to remember, if you can use gorgeous combos to perform the most coherent attacks, and then come up with an unexpected ending, the score will be very high, right?”

"—"

The pale face of the boy in front of him overlapped for a moment with that of a friend he knew well, and Yamada Ryo was stunned.

"Just be patient and wait, Yamada."

His voice was a little weak, but surprisingly had a convincing power.

"My dear Miss Accomplice."

Chapter 32 Bye Bye Baby Blue

"I'm planning my own death."

"I hate things that are unpredictable but will come sooner or later, just like the teacher notifying in advance that there will be a surprise test next time, which only makes people feel uneasy."

"In that case, why don't I take charge of the pace of my own life towards the end."

This time, his residence was a damp hut that was even narrower than a student dormitory. Because the landlord originally used it as a storage room, the ventilation and lighting effects were terrible.

As he felt weak all over and his consciousness gradually blurred, he lay in a small room surrounded by beer bottles. For no reason, he missed his small but complete rental house in real life.

"Smoking and drinking are not good habits... It's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito to prove this truth."

But there was no way. Due to his own "settings" in this world, he found that drinking one after a meal and finishing several bottles at night was like a program engraved in his DNA - he couldn't stop at all.

Likewise, the various illnesses, both large and small, that came with smoking and drinking were slowly weighing down his body, not to mention that staying up all night and eating unevenly had become commonplace for him.

The "hidden setting to speed up the process" mentioned by the system should be this, which is different from the setting agreed upon at the beginning of the simulation.

Ming Hai, whose mind was racing and had complicated thoughts, managed to sit up, pushed away the messy wine bottles and clothes scattered everywhere, and stroked the strings of the bass.

Fortunately, no matter what bad habits I have, just hearing the sound of the bass can soothe my upset mood.

Suddenly I understand Yukinoshita Yukino a little. It is hard not to think negatively when facing some troublesome problems when you are seriously ill.

"Ah... I haven't heard this name for a long time."

It felt like only a short time had passed since I entered the second simulation, but this name sounded as if it was a lifetime ago.

She certainly couldn't connect the sloppy, eccentric, shrewd, and casual novelist "Numami Toru" with the current self-degrading, awkward, and mean third-rate bassist "Numami Toru".

I really want to see what her expression will be when she sees me playing the bass.

For the sake of curiosity, let's end this simulation as soon as possible and return to reality.

After finishing the pleasant playing, Ming Hai lit a cigarette and picked up a pen from the messy desk.

Then, despite the dizziness, he began to write in his notebook.

[Do you want to use the bonus skills you got from the first simulation in the second simulation? I really didn't expect you to have such a sudden idea. 】

"Why, it shouldn't violate the rules of the game."

Ming Hai, who always only responded to the system's voice in his heart, smiled weakly. He took a puff of cigarette while writing something and couldn't help muttering to himself.

[There are no rules related to this, so your actions cannot be said to be against the rules... I can only say that it is indeed quite creative. ]

"That can't be helped. Since a third-rate bassist hasn't made much progress in music, if he can open up a new track, maybe he can still be competitive - cough, cough cough!!"

After the unstoppable coughing, there is a strong feeling of discomfort coming from the dull pain in the lungs.

But Ming Hai didn't give up. He pressed his chest and focused on writing again.

[You have been maintaining this kind of routine and life state day and night for two days. Do you really want to end this simulation as soon as possible? ]

"Ah, you're right. Because no matter how you look at it, I'm a tragic little person in this world. Playing this kind of guy for too long might have an impact on my own mentality."

Even though the pain and discomfort in his body continued to invade his nerves like a tide, Ming Hai still made this statement in a voice that was frighteningly calm - as if the person suffering from the pain was not himself.

“How to make the final ending of the little people more dramatic… is what I need to focus my energy on the most right now.”

Are You Planning Your Death?

"Well, didn't I say that at the beginning?"

The curly-haired boy smiled, put out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray that was already piled with countless cigarette butts, then lit up a new one and continued to write.

[As long as you can achieve your goal, you can even make the most of your own life - in some ways, you are indeed a little scary in your rationality. ]

"Because this is just a simulation... I value my life very much. Could it be that this scares you too? Can you give me an achievement of scaring the system?"

[Achievement: Cold-blooded strategist/Using one's own life as part of achieving the goal is really unique. ]

It really jumps.

Ming Hai smiled and said nothing more, continuing to write a story that no one knew.

When this book comes to an end, my life "this time" is also coming to an end.

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Later that same day, the sunset glow was about to fade away and the night was about to cover the earth.

Goto Ichiri found Ming Hai's house according to the address given by the store manager, but he hesitated at the door for about half an hour and did not dare to ring the doorbell.

This was her first time visiting Ming Hai's house, and even though Nijiga and Yuyo both mentioned wanting to come with her, Pochi finally decided it would be better for her to go alone.

Because this time, she planned to listen to the advice of the two Ijichi sisters and explain everything related to Minghai to him.

“Go ahead… Goto Ichiri…!”

For the first time, she was so brave that she cleared her throat and cheered herself up in her heart.

"N-Narumaki-kun, are you home?"

She mustered up the courage to speak and knocked on the door gently, but after waiting for a long time she didn't hear any footsteps coming to open the door.

Pochi lowered his head to check the light coming through the crack in the door, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that someone was home.

"If you don't want to open the door or are just too lazy to open the door for me, I understand. It's okay for me to stand outside the door and talk."

On the contrary, this would reduce her sense of confusion.

There was no response from inside the door, but she vaguely saw a flicker of light coming from under the crack of the door - there must be someone there.

"Thank you... for being my friend when we were little."

The pink-haired girl lowered her head and clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, trying hard not to make her voice too soft to be heard.

"I, I also want to form a band with Narumi-kun. This idea has never changed since I was a child. I am really happy to be able to talk to you about the music we both like. I have also thought about whether there is a chance to get along with you like before. Every time I think of this, I feel very happy."

"Because when we were still talking about music together, you understood every bit of me, even though you always liked to take me to do things I didn't like to do... but when we broke up, I still thought that maybe I would never find someone so compatible with me again. But even so..."

"Even if that's the case, that's no reason for him to treat you so harshly, Pochi-chan."

Pochi was hesitating whether to continue speaking, but Hong Xia's earnest advice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"No matter how he says one thing and means another, or even if he thinks you owe him something, it's not a reason for him to hurt you with his harsh and rude attitude."

"No kindness for you to feel is equivalent to nothing."

“………Woo.”

Unwilling to admit this fact, Goto Ichiri hung his head, looking listless like an abandoned pet.

"I still don't understand what I did wrong to make you hate me so much... If you are so indifferent to me because I forgot our agreement, I can understand that. But, even if I..."

She held the elbow of her other arm. She had obviously talked too much today - but Pochi still gritted her teeth and persisted.

The emotions that had accumulated in Goto Ichiri had long been overwhelming and needed to be released.

"Even I have things I don't like."

Finally managed to say it out.

"I know I am not qualified to ask for so much, and I am actually used to being ignored by everyone. Even if you don't like me, I can understand. As long as you don't use force against me, I can take the initiative to stay out of your sight. But you, Ming Haijun... You are obviously different from those people, but you always do more excessive things..."

While saying "I just wanted to talk to you", he knowingly continued to do things that would bother Goto Ichiri.

If it was just a playful sarcasm, it would have been fine, but he also did his best to ridicule and belittle Bochi on the guitar that was so precious to her.

"This isn't tsundere, Pochi-chan. Emotional expression disorder has nothing to do with that cute attribute, not to mention that he keeps hurting you."

Ijichi Hoshika also reminded Pochi with a sigh.

"How can someone who truly cares about you take pleasure in hurting you? I know you may still be nostalgic and think he is still the same - but people change. It is not uncommon for a cute and reasonable child to become an annoying and problematic teenager who cannot stand others doing well."

"I hate being treated like that...Especially by you, Narumi-kun."

Still said it.

"Although everyone around me, whether it's Ijichi-senpai or the store manager, has been telling me not to let you bully me like this... But I still think that you might have a reason for doing these excessive things, but you just can't tell me. Because it's you... That's why I think this way."

If he had never been chosen firmly and had never been warmed by others, Goto Ichiri would probably still curl up in a dark corner, hugging himself like a hedgehog.

But the boy had once pulled her out of the unnoticed darkness, and held her hand and ran towards a brighter place.

He was Goto Ichiri's first friend in life. He took her out of her comfort zone by talking to herself, talked to her about topics they were both fascinated with, and left by talking to herself.

In the end, he started talking to himself and turned into a stranger that she didn't recognize at all, and even spoke badly to her.

This unspeakable sense of failure and disappointment made her unwilling to accept reality.

"You don't say anything and still expect others to understand... I hate, I hate you like this...!"

While expressing his intense emotions, Goto Ichiri actually still held a glimmer of expectation.

"Do you want me to keep submitting and accepting your excessive behavior? I have never asked you to do anything for me. Even if your behavior is a way to provoke me to cheer up and work hard to get out of my comfort zone, I am very... very unhappy! How can I live comfortably if I don't stay in my comfort zone...!"

Perhaps the young man behind the door would hear her heartfelt words and come to open the door to refute her and explain his previous excessive behavior.

But she held her breath and waited for a long time, but there was still no movement from inside the door.

"........."

The feelings of disappointment and regret were like the tide hitting the reefs, constantly whipping her already wavering mood.

It seems that this is Minghai's answer.

If I had known this would be the result I wouldn't have come.

"Please... don't talk to me anymore."

Without the encouragement of his friends, Goto Ichiri would not have been able to say such strong words on his own.

"Your "good intentions"... should be borne by others."

Because as she said these words, tears couldn't stop falling.

"Tomorrow is the day we agreed to perform together... I will definitely not break my promise this time. But after the performance, we will..."

Goto Ichiri gritted his teeth and tried to force himself to say the next words.

"We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

"Goodbye, Narumi-kun."

As if saying this had used up all her strength, the pink-haired girl dragged her already tired body away from the boy's door.

From beginning to end, the boy never came out to talk to her, which was an important reason why she felt disheartened.

Goto Ichiri was originally a person who was not good at socializing with others. Even if she encountered a conflict, she would retreat into her shell to avoid conflict with others. This also cultivated her submissive character.

But after meeting the group of friends who ended the band, she gradually realized that sometimes it is necessary to express her feelings frankly.

If you don’t say it, no one will understand it. If you don’t explain it clearly, there is a possibility of misunderstanding.

It's obvious... there's no way he doesn't understand these principles.

On the one hand, like a tiger with bared fangs and claws, he always recklessly rushes into Goto Ichiri's comfort zone and drives her out... On the other hand, like a cat whose thoughts are unpredictable, he will occasionally show her his gentle side like when they were children.

Which side is the real Toru Narumi? Goto Ichiri found that he couldn't guess it at all.

And now she didn't really want to guess.

It may be a relief for everyone to end this relationship, which was unclear from the beginning and was not sure about the outcome.