My love game with them that will lead to certain death

"Ryo, please stop being distracted. I haven't heard your bass since the beginning - don't be lazy."

"…Hongxia?"

She called out the name in a daze, and the blonde girl, who had been concentrating, turned around and looked at her.

"Liang? What's wrong? What are you daydreaming about... um."

Yamada Ryo's sudden bear hug stunned Ichichi Kouka.

"Wait, Beth, Beth is on top of me, it hurts—"

Liang, who didn't even put down his bass, ignored Hongxia's complaints, gave her a tight hug, and walked out of the rehearsal room in two steps.

In the evening, people who came to watch the performance had already arrived in twos and threes. She looked at the faces of these people one by one, and walked from the backstage to the stage and all the way to the front desk.

I saw the familiar figure of a curly-haired boy.

He had just taken over a shift with someone else and stretched with his back to himself. He yawned lazily and bent down slightly to get a glass of drinking water from the water dispenser.

During this time, Yamada Ryo walked slowly forward with a guitar in his hand.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at the boy's back, as if trying to confirm whether the person in front of her would disappear in the next moment.

Then he raised his hands holding the bass.

Snapped! !

"?!"

The boy who was bending over was hit hard on the butt with the back of the bass.

“Yamada?!”

The curly-haired boy, who was caught off guard by the sudden attack, trembled like a cat and turned to look at her with a puzzled look.

"It hurts so much! Why are you using so much force?!"

"Yeah... it feels good."

Yamada Ryo glanced at the back of the bass, which was slightly sunken after the close contact with Minghai's butt, and a little light reappeared in his originally calm eyes.

Finally, I took back control of my body from that mysterious obstruction.

This means that she has broken free from the world where she is not the protagonist.

Yamada Ryo let out a long breath, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

“…I think I need to get a new bass.”

Chapter 39 Please respect the diversity of Ming Hai Toru

I had the same dream again.

In the dream, there was still a smiling young man who I mistook for Zhou Gong, but this time, next to him there was a curly-haired boy sitting on the ground with a bass in his arms and a gloomy face.

"Oh my, it looks like things aren't going very smoothly this time."

The young man was joking around with his eyes narrowed and smiling like a fox.

"I understand that, but even if it's just a game, it would be more fun if you put your emotions into it, right?"

His tone was not accusatory, but more like explaining the key points of "how to make this game more fun."

He didn't seem to care what happened to the other people in the simulation, he just wanted to make sure the gaming experience was fun enough.

"It's not my fault. It's this guy's own role-playing that didn't go well."

The stern-faced curly-haired boy pouted unhappily, like a troubled teenager who refused to listen to his parents' lectures.

"Besides, it doesn't matter where I die. It's not uncommon for rock musicians to die early. But how could Caterpillar have to endure so much... She could have been playing music with her friends without any worries."

Contrary to his unapproachable appearance, he is actually a guy who is good at caring for others despite his gloomy expression.

"You guys are making so much noise."

Ming Hai, who was standing opposite the two of them, held his forehead.

"The price of playing this kind of simulation game is that my head will be split into so many of my own words. In order to avoid schizophrenia, I will not touch that simulation game again."

"Oh my, we are just 'yourself' in your mind. We will definitely obey you. There is no need to be so nervous."

The fox youth waved his hand to comfort the helpless Ming Hai. Although the bass boy next to him was somewhat dissatisfied with Ming Hai's previous behavior, he did not refute this point.

"I'm sorry... I just can't calmly see that guy's sad expression..."

The "that guy" he was referring to must be Goto Ichiri.

"And I don't understand why you left something for Yamada Ryo in the end."

Yes, for the third-rate bassist Toru Narumi, Yamada Ryo's identity is just "one of the important band members of Pink Caterpillar", not a very important person.

“Because it’s “me” that’s doing the simulation.”

Ming Hai blocked the bass boy's thoughts of asking more questions with a brief answer, and then added lightly.

"She's the only real friend in this simulation... and she treats me the same way she does in real life."

"Well, to put it simply, it's just mixed with a little personal emotion."

The fox youth tilted his head, but the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

"Although I can't quite relate to this feeling, I can understand it to some extent."

"Although 'you' are the cornerstone of 'us' in every way, it is also because of this that there are differences. Respecting the diversity of Narumi Toru starts with you, me and him."

This free-wheeling novelist is still quite good at talking.

"This kind of thing doesn't matter. After the simulation, I can still continue to play with Yamada. Now there are other important things that need to be dealt with."

Ming Hai shook his head nonchalantly. For him, these emotions were just something he would care about when they occupied his mind, but he would quickly put them aside when he had serious matters to deal with.

The fox youth smiled but said nothing. Otherwise, how could they be said to be the same person - even the slightly indifferent emotions were exactly the same, just to a different degree.

"That damn system said that my actions in the simulation would affect reality - do you two have any idea about this?"

He frowned and questioned his other two selves, conducting the "Narumi Conference" in his mind.

"I don't know. After all, we are just a wisp of consciousness that emerged after you glimpsed the possibilities of other futures. We know what you know, and we have no way of knowing what you don't know, let alone interfering with your reality."

The young fox shrugged. They could only appear in Minghai's dreams and had no ideas or methods to act on their own.

"Yeah, that's good, otherwise it would mess up my real life."

Ming Hai nodded. There were only a few things that he clearly hated, and one of them was things that were beyond his control.

"That damn system, it only revealed the hidden thing after you experienced the same thing twice. How is it different from those unscrupulous merchants who said the food was free at the beginning but gave you diarrhea the next day after eating it."

The bass boy rolled his eyes. As a rock musician, he was better at showing aggression than the fox youth who liked to express his thoughts with words.

"Well, I understand. I understand. This kind of additional clause that does not appear in the contract is very deceptive - and how can you be sure that it is the only thing it is hiding from you."

The fox youth was still smiling, but his tone had become much more intriguing.

"We are the same people with the same roots as you, so we can understand why you are a little angry now."

"Ah, I hate this feeling of being tricked unexpectedly."

The young bass player beside him nodded, his grip on the instrument increasing as his displeasure grew.

"Well, I don't like to give up the dominant position to others. It makes people feel insecure."

After reaching a surprising agreement with the other two selves in his mind, the Bess boy seemed to suddenly remember something.

"…The system won't know about our conversations like this, right?"

"If it knew everything, it would have blocked our conversation. And if it was a flawless system, there wouldn't have been such a mistake from the beginning - unless it was deliberately trying to conceal it."

Ming Hai sorted out his thoughts. He rarely showed his calm and thoughtful side in front of others.

“I can’t trust you anymore.”

The young fox shook his head.

Trust, no matter how indestructible it may be, will inevitably break down if there is even a tiny crack.

"That doesn't matter. I don't trust others too much anyway."

If Ming Hai's average trust in others is roughly in the range of 10%-30%, the only one above this range is Yamada Ryo - but she's only around 50%-60%.

“The person you trust the most is always yourself.”

He glanced at the two people in front of him, who had different expressions and personalities, and the latter responded to him with the same expression.

Perhaps only here can he have real support.

"For now, let's think about how to solve the problems that may arise in reality and observe the system for a while."

Finally they - no, "he" came to this conclusion.

Then comes the reality of waking up from the hazy dream.

Chapter 40: Ex-boyfriend strategy

Ming Hai shook his head when he found himself sleeping at the front desk of the livehouse venue.

After waking up from a hazy dream and returning to reality, an indescribable sense of relaxation fills my whole body, and a sense of freedom comes over me without having to pretend to be anyone.

"What career can I get from playing bass? I might even get pointed at and asked, 'Why does your guitar only have four strings?' It's actually quite fitting for me to continue to work as a part-time worker."

As a long-time gamer, Ming Hai certainly understands the simple truth that immersion makes the game more fun. But if you play role-playing for too long and don't treat it as just a game, it's easy to confuse simulation with reality.

Although Minghai has always played other possible "selves", that only reduces the rejection a little. It is not easy to accept habits and hobbies that are not familiar to him and express them perfectly.

Just like a mask will grow on your face after being worn for a long time, you will gradually forget who you are after playing a role for a long time.

All in all, it is better to return to your real life and adjust your state.

Everyone knows what happens next.

As he thought about this, he stood up and poured himself a glass of water. Then, Yamada Ryo appeared behind him like a ghost.

Then for no apparent reason he got smacked hard on the butt with the bass.

"?!"

Ming Hai, who had just returned to reality, was attacked so suddenly that his brain went blank for a moment. This was not the return ceremony he had imagined.

While he was covering his butt with a confused look on his face, Miss Yamada Ryo, who did not play by the rules at all, smiled.

"Looks like I need a new bass."

"No, you are sick."

Ming Hai also expressed his dissatisfaction without any hesitation, and his original sentimental mood of reminiscing about the past with her was suddenly suppressed because the atmosphere was destroyed.

Ms. Yamada’s answer to this is.

"The first day you knew?"

Then he raised the hand holding the bass, looking as if he was eager to do it again.

"There are surveillance cameras in the store. This is a violent incident...!"

Well, Ming Hai was not sure that he could fool Yamada with such words. This woman always broke all his expectations and did things that were completely beyond his imagination.

There is no other way. Even if she really beats me to the point of hospitalization, I have to accept it.

"Xiao Hai, you also know that I won't really do that."

The blue-haired girl raised her eyebrows. She already knew what the boy's reaction meant, so she put her response on the table.

"Then may I ask why you suddenly hit me? It hurts, okay?"

"I feel like I'm itching to play the guitar lately, and I want to buy a new bass."

Yamada said this calmly, and then pointed at Ming Hai's lower body.

"Besides, is it possible that it was your butt that came into intimate contact with my bass first?"

"You can lie to your brothers, but don't lie to yourself."

"Hey."

"What's the point of having a blank expression on your face?"