My love simulation with them

Chapter 246

"..." Futaba Rio.

Futaba Rio didn't reply to Nango's obviously teasing words, but just glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

Because she obviously also knows how "science fiction" her reason sounds to others.

Do you fall in love with someone just because of a 130 yen red bean paste bun?

Nanxiang's reaction was actually pretty good.

If you told your classmates in the same class, they might be the butt of jokes the next day.

On the other side, Nanxiang Shi was not only a little surprised, but also a little curious.

I wonder who this Kunimi Yuma is?

Does it look good?

Is it possible that she could be better looking than him?

No...

It must be impossible.

Nanxiang Shi shook his head.

His appearance value is 9 points, which is already quite terrifying.

Even according to the original work, Kunimi Yu is really a sunny and handsome young man.

Its appearance value is around 7 to 8 points at most.

It is simply impossible to compare with him.

But Futaba Rio just fell in love with Kunimi Yuma, because a red bean paste bun...

but--

Does that really count as ‘like’?

Even now, Nanxiang Shi still has doubts in his heart.

Because all Kunimi Yuma did was hand the bean paste bread in his hand to Futaba Rio, who was a little overwhelmed at the time.

Compared with the hard long-distance running of a love.

Nango felt that Futaba Rio's feelings for Kunimi Yuma were more like the gratitude and longing for the person who extended a helping hand after someone else extended a hand to help him.

For adolescent boys and girls who are confused about romance and love.

This kind of thing actually happens.

Especially Futaba Rio's character...

Nango looked at Futaba Rio.

Underneath the appearance of the other person's seemingly strong 'science girl', she actually hides an introverted, withdrawn heart that is very uneasy about changes in the outside world.

She has an indescribable inferiority complex about her prematurely developed breasts.

And this also created her character of being overwhelmed, scared, longing for the sun but worried about being burned.

in this case.

As long as someone lends a helping hand to her, it doesn't matter whether the person is Kunimi Yuma or not.

Presumably the girl with glasses in front of me will 'like' each other.

But is this kind of ‘like’ really ‘like’?

This kind of 'like' is too cheap and too fragile.

And just thinking about it.

I had already started to have a headache when I was in Nanxiang.

Should I say that the simulator lady really knows how to select candidates?

It seems that the simulation objects she chooses are all rare girls with problems.

And a troubled girl like Futaba Rio, who has her own theories and opinions... is even more difficult to deal with.

but...

never mind.

All he could do was remind Futaba Rio, that's all.

Thinking of this, Nanxiang looked up at Futaba Rio and said: "Futaba-san."

"Um?"

"There's only one thing I want to ask now."

"...you say."

"Do you really 'like' Yuma Kunimi?"

Nanxiang Shi's eyes were calm as he emphasized the pronunciation of the word 'like'.

"What do you want to say?"

Futaba Rio couldn't help but frown again.

She was a little dissatisfied with Nanxiang Shi's question.

but--

"I'm not trying to sow discord. Ultimately, doing this kind of thing doesn't do me any good at all."

Nan Xiangshi's voice didn't pause, and he continued without any mincing words:

"I just hope you think carefully and don't confuse the two different emotions of 'admiration' and 'like'."

"..." Futaba Rio.

Are you confusing the two different emotions of 'admiration' and 'like'...?

who?

Her?

That's...impossible.

Recalling my own reaction when Yuma Kunimi handed me the red bean paste bread...

Futaba Rio instinctively wanted to reject Nango Toki's statement.

But for some reason, I couldn't say the words I wanted to refute.

Futaba Rio could inexplicably feel the hesitation in her heart.

"This is actually a common thing."

Nanxiang Shi's black eyes seemed to see through what was in her heart.

"..."

Futaba Rio lowered his head, not knowing how to answer.

Can't you even be sure of your own feelings?

Nan Xiangshi held up his face and sighed slightly.

I always felt like he was poaching inexplicably right now.

But what needs to be said still needs to be said.

As a bystander, he can see much more clearly than Futaba Rio now.

He continued to maintain a calm tone: "I believe that when Kunimi-san reaches out to you when you are at a loss, you will have a good impression of him... This is a very normal human emotion."

"But Futaba-san, have you ever considered that the feelings of admiring someone and liking someone are very similar, but they are two completely different things."

He held out two index fingers.

Just like love at first sight may indeed exist in the world, but there will definitely not be that much love at first sight.

"That's pretty much all I have to say."

Nanxiang Shi made a simple summary and stood up: "Whether you really like someone or whether you decide to pursue that person, in the final analysis, this kind of thing has nothing to do with me."

"But before you act, I still have to tell you this. Don't confuse the feelings of longing with the feelings of liking."

"If you still decide to get tips on being popular with others from me...that's not impossible. Just add LINE."

Nan Xiangshi's tone was calm and calm, and he sorted out the whole matter in just a few words, and at the same time prepared follow-up measures.

This decisive and unhesitating attitude made Futaba Rio couldn't help but nod along with his rhythm and log in his LINE account into her mobile phone.

‘Tokyo’s most beautiful boy’.

He looked at the third LINE friend's nickname on his phone screen besides Sakuta Azusagawa and Yuma Kunimi.

Futaba Rio remained silent

Nanxiang Shi's LINE account nickname is just like the attitude he displays, which can be said to be extremely confident.

"Then that's it."

Nan Xiangshi lowered his head and looked at the time: "I have to go to the gym to pack the equipment later, so I have to take a step first."

"...good."

Futaba Rio didn't know what to say, her fluffy hair swayed slightly, and she looked away at Nango.

Subsequently.

She looked at the beaker in front of her and the still burning alcohol lamp.

"...'enjoyment' and 'like'...?"

she muttered.