My love game with them that will lead to certain death

"Hmm... Does having a weird dream count?"

Yamada Ryo seemed to be thinking about something, and then said something that made Ming Hai a little alert.

"What kind of dream was it? Tell me more about it."

"Hmm... How should I put it? It's a bit troublesome to explain in detail."

She pondered for a long time, and finally smiled in an extremely innocent and naive manner.

"If you can help me buy this bass, it will not only help Ms. Yamada avoid the painful torture of eating moon grass, but also help her recall her vague dreams."

"...You kid."

Ming Hai gave her a helpless look, and handed the wallet to her without any rebuttal, as if he had expected this.

He knew very well what kind of person Yamada was, so he was prepared to be ripped off when he went out this morning - besides, if this guy really had no money to eat after buying the bass, he would ask him to pay for it.

"It doesn't matter. I'll find a way to get it back later anyway."

"Well, Xiao Hai, you are indeed a good person. Let me think about it..."

Ryo Yamada, who had a headache describing the complicated details, hung his bass on his body and rubbed his temple with his right hand while recalling his outrageous dream.

"In short, to put it simply, Xiaohai, you died young."

"Forehead."

At this moment, Ming Hai was very grateful that there was a saying in the world that "dreams are the opposite of reality" that he could use to make up for it.

"That's it?"

"No, more than that."

The short blue-haired girl shook her index finger mysteriously, looked at Ming Hai who had an expression of "Are you okay?" and added another description.

"You died several times in my dreams."

"........."

I kind of want my money back.

"I had a dream this morning that you were split into two halves by the pair of sisters in your novel. Xiao Hai, if you want to hear it, I can explain it to you in detail."

"Forget it, forget it. Please spare me this."

Well, I shouldn’t put my hopes on this unreliable guy Yamada. It’s better to look for some clues somewhere else.

"Let's try to find some useful clues before the third simulation begins. At least it should help me understand how this simulation works and how it affects reality."

Ming Hai made this decision secretly in his heart, and subconsciously picked up the guitar beside him and fiddled with it.

What he gained from the second simulation was probably only experience in guitar, bass and live music performance.

But what Ming Hai didn't notice was——

As his fingers gently plucked the guitar strings, the crisp sound of the strings reached Yamada's ears.

The latter turned his head in a daze, and a very rare look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Xiao Hai, aren't you tone-deaf?"

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Chapter 44 Is he really a genius?

In Yamada Ryo's mind, there are a few things that are as difficult as climbing to the sky.

For her, it means saving a sum of money every month for emergencies. For Ming Hai, it means playing every note on the music score accurately.

"What's going on... Did I sleep in the wrong position last night...?"

Miss Yamada rubbed her eyes and patted her ears to make sure she had not heard it wrong.

"Xiao Hai, when did you get rid of your tone-deafness?"

Oops, I almost forgot that in real life I am tone-deaf and have no knowledge of music theory.

Although the final result of the second simulation was not satisfactory, it still allowed him to perfectly inherit his own skills as a third-rate bassist.

Although he has not reached the level of a world-shattering genius, he is definitely good enough for general underground performances.

"Uh... Is it possible that I wasn't tone-deaf from the beginning, but just hid it?"

The curly-haired boy grinned and, in a very fluent and natural tone, made up a lie that seemed perfect to those who didn't know him.

"How is that possible? How can a technique that never goes right be faked?"

Of course, it still doesn't work on Yamada.

"No, this guy was really sent by God to defeat me."

"...Wait, that may not be the case."

But this time, before he could open his mouth to explain, the short-haired blue-haired girl who was deep in thought raised her eyebrows as if something had suddenly dawned on her.

"It's not something that ordinary people can do to play all the notes wrong... If you can really do it, wouldn't you be a genius in another sense? Well, how could Xiao Hai be such a genius?"

"Why do you have to talk to yourself and speculate about me, and even step on me, a mere flax-sized thing."

"Could it be that you have secretly signed up for some speed course? What kind of course can save a tone-deaf person to the level of a normal person in a short period of time? I also want to see it."

Yamada scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed look on his face, a look of confusion that said, "My head is so itchy, it feels like a brain is growing out of it."

"Okay - you've seen through me. I was really just pretending when I said I couldn't play the guitar or bass."

Ming Hai held his forehead with his hand. Anyway, he has now mastered skills that he never had before. In the current situation, he can only follow Yamada's wild guess.

"Why? I won't shamelessly drag you into joining our band, seduce you with music and make you perform exciting shows with us, nor will I be excited and happy because I have a new friend who can play music."

"Hey, you've just said everything you're thinking. I'm just afraid that you'll ask me to play music. I'm very busy every day, okay?"

"Oh? What have you been busy with all day?"

"Unlike you, Yamada, whose family runs a hospital and so has a lot of pocket money every month, at least four-fifths of my living expenses are earned by working part-time."

Ming Hai rolled his eyes at her unhappily, and the latter nodded confusedly.

"Sorry, Xiao Hai, I thought we were hanging out together all the time, so our spending levels should be similar."

"It's just because you spend money too lavishly. And if you don't want others to think that we have something going on, you'd better be careful when using words like 'fooling around'."

"The words used in writing novels are so rigorous."

Ms. Yamada sighed indifferently, then rolled her eyes and came up with a clever idea that would satisfy both parties.

"Well, how about this?"

Ming Hai, who had carefully put the guitar back to its original place, felt a sense of unease when he heard Yamada's suggestion.

There was no way. He could roughly guess the thought processes of other people - including difficult-to-deal-with women like Yukinoshita Haruno - but the only one was Yamada. He really couldn't figure out what this person was thinking about all day long.

But it has to be said that Ming Hai is always attracted to things that are unpredictable. Perhaps it is because Yamada can always bring him unexpected freshness that he becomes curious about this person, and the two of them can slowly become friends.

"I'll give you two-thirds of my pocket money in exchange for your time, Xiao Hai. After this month, you don't have to go to work - come and play with me, and just think of it as easy money."

Somewhat unexpectedly, Yamada returned the wallet that Ming Hai had just handed to him.

"If I don't need it myself, I can give it all to you - but then you will have to provide me with three meals a day."

Under the boy's somewhat confused gaze, she took down the guitar that Ming Hai had just hung up, and examined it carefully with her eyes slightly narrowed.

"Well... this guitar is actually pretty good. It's a perfect guitar for a beginner."

She looked up and waved to the clerk who had been silently watching them choose guitars.

"Boss, I bought this guitar."

"? Yamada, what are you doing?"

Then, Yamada Ryo smiled and handed it to Ming Hai who had a confused look on his face.

"This is for you. It's the first gift from a friend who wants to play music with you—it's also an invitation."

Things seem to be developing in a direction that I never expected.

“Yamada, didn’t you come here to buy a new bass because it was broken…?”

"Yeah, but I have at least five or six basses at home, so I'm not in a hurry to buy one. Besides, I understand that you have to be sincere when you invite others to play with you."

She asked the clerk to carefully select and pack the guitar and its case, and then carried it directly to Minghai.

The moment their eyes met, Ming Hai could see sincerity in her eyes without any disguise or exaggeration.

"Besides, if I could play music with you, I would definitely be very happy if I thought about that scene."

"........."

Ming Hai, who had already thought of a way to refuse, was silent for a moment, but finally reached out and took the heavy guitar case.

"Let me make it clear that I am just going to wait and see. If I really can't adapt, I will quit immediately, so don't have too high expectations on me."

He actually treats others the way they treat him. Because of this, when he found out that Yamada really didn't have any purpose and was just looking forward to playing music with him and having fun, he found that he couldn't find a reason to refuse.

And there is no need to refuse.

"Just keep you company for a bit."

"Great."

Ms. Yamada showed a somewhat rare expression of satisfaction, and her originally serious face was filled with fleeting joy.

"Oh, by the way, I've spent all my pocket money this month on buying you a guitar, Xiao Hai - from now on, I'll have to rely on you to support me with my three meals a day."

"I said, you kid..."

Well, that vague feeling of uneasiness from before won’t go away easily.

And if you get too close to people like the Ending Band, you’ll definitely run into “that guy”.

The image of a certain pink caterpillar appeared in Minghai's mind, and he pinched his philtrum a little worriedly.

Chapter 45: Yukinoshita Yukino's personal opinion

After breaking free from that dream that was unreal yet somewhat real, Yukinoshita Yukino didn't dream about similar things for a while.

The ordinary life of going to school, the club activities that were not very interesting but could kill time, and the various commissions of the service club that required her to take care of themselves, all made her gradually feel that everything was slowly getting back on track.

It was just another ordinary day after school. Yukinoshita Yukino sat at the table in the service club's activity room with a dignified attitude. The etiquette of a lady that she learned since childhood made her manage her image all the time, and it had slowly become a part of her life habit.

She slowly picked up the slightly hot black tea she had just brewed and sipped it like a cat. Her elegant and calm manner, but her sharp words and deeds when criticizing others, always gave people the impression of being a flower on the mountain, making it difficult for other people of the same age to stay away from her.

But even such an icy beauty, what she was thinking at this moment was not as calm and peaceful as she looked on the outside.

She blinked her beautiful eyes, and pretended to be calm, always pretending to glance casually at the curly-haired boy sitting on her left, who was sitting with his chin in his hand, bored - and then she would look away as if nothing had happened when he was about to notice her.

Miss Yukinoshita Yukino was very confident in her ability to observe secretly. After all, she was always able to quickly and naturally shift her gaze when Ming Hai was about to raise his head.

But to Narumi, Ms. Yukino's sneak glances were actually very obvious. After all, once Yui Hihama, who had other activities to attend to, and Hachiman Hikigaya, who went home on time, left, there were only two of them left in the activity room - in this situation, if you could feel someone was looking at you, then there was only one outcome.

It's you who's peeking, Yukinoshita Yukino...!

However, even though he knew about Yukino's secret tricks, Ming Hai still chose to play dumb.

He was just struggling with how to phrase his question so that he wouldn't appear too narcissistic while asking Yukinoshita Yukino why she kept looking at him.

Besides, since Yamada had invited her to play music with him, he also had to discuss with Yukino about his future club schedule.

After thinking about it, the curly-haired boy couldn't help but speak out when Miss Yukinoshita Yukino peeked at him for the twenty-sixth time and then immediately looked away.

"Minister Yukinoshita, did you suddenly realize how handsome I am today?"

This abrupt question also succeeded in making Yukino's hand holding the teacup tremble, and the black tea almost spilled out of the cup.

"...I have a new understanding of the narcissism in you, Narumi-kun. If it really affects your daily life, I suggest you see a psychiatrist. Out of my sense of responsibility as the head of the Servant Club, I will reimburse you for the consultation fee using the club activity funds."

With such a big reaction, it seems that he is angry and embarrassed.

"It's not mature to be so blunt and use sharp and sarcastic words when your true feelings are exposed, Minister Yukinoshita."

The young man smiled and yawned lazily. He actually didn't dislike this daily routine of occasionally bickering with Yukinoshita Yukino. In fact, he quite enjoyed it.

After all, he could easily make the Second Young Lady lose face with his eloquence, and he couldn't help but feel happy every time he saw her unwilling yet helpless expression.