It's just The Sims, how did it become my ideal love story?

Chapter 7 Trash King

Men's damn vanity is such that they crave attention in every aspect of their lives, yet they overlook whether they even deserve it.

It was a moment of disappointment, but I've had too many disappointments in my life already, so this is nothing.

It's just another reminder to myself that I'm not anyone special and shouldn't have too many illusions.

The aloof and tall woman nodded slightly.

"Also, try to improve your sleep. After all, you're in the publicity department, and you might have some tasks to handle with other companies. Pay attention to your personal image."

"I see."

Let your emotions settle down, and you'll return to your true self.

Once you realize that special events won't have much to do with you, you won't have any expectations, and you're less likely to be disappointed.

Cai Yan's appearance will not have any impact on her life.

Seeing her turn around, Gu Huai also turned to face his computer.

Happiness is a narrow door; some people cannot pass through it, while others do not even have the right to see it.

Time to get off.

This time, Zhong Xinyang didn't suggest going for drinks and left the office without saying goodbye to anyone.

Gu Huai, who had finished his work early today, changed his mind. He suddenly didn't want to rush home to try the sleep pod again.

What's the point of trying? What will happen with another simulation? Reality remains unchanged. If the so-called data is merely the influence of one's subconscious and doesn't actually change anything, then aren't we just living in our own virtual paradise, deceiving ourselves?

Like everyone who uses alcohol, drugs, and indulgence to escape reality.

But typing meaningless words on a keyboard is even more foolish.

Gu Huai still clocked out of get off work.

Instead of going home immediately, he wandered aimlessly until night fell before arriving at a bar not far from the company.

That is, the bar where Zhong Xinyang treated us to dinner yesterday.

He used to come here often, but after running into more and more colleagues, he didn't want to come as much anymore. Especially annoying guys like Zhong Xinyang.

One of the reasons he liked coming here was that the drinks were well-mixed and the prices weren't too expensive. Of course, by "frequently," Gu Huai only meant coming two or three times a month. He genuinely didn't have much money to spend on alcohol.

"Oh, you've got time to come over for a drink today?"

The bartender looked at Gu Huai, who was sitting at the bar, and teased him with a smile.

Gu Huai twitched the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, finally I don't have to work those damn overtime hours anymore."

"Haha, take it easy. It's not a good thing for someone so young to have such a strong sense of professionalism. I see people saying these days that young people are revitalizing the workplace. Live a more carefree life and don't put so much pressure on yourself."

"First, I'm not at the age to reform the workplace. Second, I don't think that going to work recklessly, getting fired, going hungry, and then sending out resumes only to find that no one wants to hire you is what you call reforming the workplace."

The middle-aged bartender stroked his stubble. "I don't understand these things. I just feel that the times are changing too fast. I don't even know what young people like anymore. I'm also finding it increasingly difficult to accept new things. Sigh. That's what getting old is like."

"It's alright. If you can still drink, then you're still young."

Gu Huai smiled.

"That's true. What should we drink today?"

"Negroni, with extra bitters."

"Life is already so bitter, why should drinking be bitter too?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Anyway, it's not as bitter as my life."

"Hahahahaha."

Just as the bartender turned around with a hearty laugh.

"Clap."

Something was slapped on the bar, right next to me.

I subconsciously turned my head, but before my eyes could focus, an unfamiliar fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

He saw the woman gracefully remove the hair tie that held her long hair back, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a shower of fragrant flowers.

In his life, there had never been a girl who would sit down next to him and strike up a conversation with him.

I used to have expectations, but now I just hope for less trouble, and this woman...
Do you often drink alone after get off work?

"Team Leader Cai?"

Gu Huai said hesitantly.

The woman, with her elbows casually resting on the armrests and leaning back in the chair, exuded a powerful aura. It was just a little different from when I saw her during the day.

She used to be serious and aloof, but now she seems to have gained a more carefree and easygoing air.

She looked at herself and raised an eyebrow.

The meaning is obvious: You haven't answered my question yet.

Gu Huai was a little confused, but facing his future superior, he honestly replied, "Not often, sometimes I work overtime and don't have time to come over."

Cai Yan nodded, her eyes still seemed to hold no deeper meaning, as if she still only regarded Gu Huai as her future subordinate.

"Drinking occasionally is fine; it can relax you and relieve stress. But drinking too much can affect your work, which is not good."

"I will be careful."

This is definitely the attitude of discussing business.

That's why I hate running into colleagues at bars and having to talk about work after work; it's like being in a cage.

"Snapped."

The bartender placed the glass in front of Gu Huai. "The drink is ready. Is this pretty lady your friend? Not bad. You always act like a pitiful person, but you're quite gentle in private."

Gu Huai pressed his temples and said, "This is our leader, don't talk nonsense."

He had to force a smile and say to Cai Yan, who was watching him, "Sorry, Team Leader Cai, he's just used to joking."

Cai Yan nodded. "It's alright, but your reaction seems quite strong."

"Hmm?" Gu Huai looked up.

"What I mean is, are we just team leader and employee?" Her expression was ambiguous, and her eyes began to show some indescribable emotions.

"What do you mean?"

Gu Huai was stunned, looking at the other person with no idea what was going on.

Cai Yan didn't look at Gu Huai anymore, but instead looked at the bartender with a smile that Gu Huai had never seen before.

"He and I were high school classmates."

"."

She actually remembered?
"What a coincidence! That's great. All my high school classmates have gone their separate ways, so it's fate that we've run into each other again. What would you like to drink, miss?"

"Just like him."

"His drink is said to be more bitter than his life. Do you really want to try it?"

"Let's give it a try and see just how miserable this old classmate's life really is."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Gu Huai's expression was still somewhat unsettled.

The woman, who had finished talking to the bartender, turned her gaze slightly, the dim light filtering through the gaps in her hair.

This made her gaze stand out exceptionally.

"What? Are you curious how I recognized you?"

Gu Huai snapped out of his daze and subconsciously shook his head.

That's not what I meant.

"What do you mean? Did you not recognize me?"

She asked with narrowed eyes.

Such interrogation had never happened between him and a beautiful woman before.

Therefore, Gu Huai's movements were somewhat naturally distorted.

I recognize him.

"So you're not going to say hello? Is it something shameful to know an old classmate like me?"

"Wait, isn't this something I should be saying?"

He readily admitted to his inferiority complex.

Subconsciously, they feel inferior to others, which is why they don't greet others if they feel the other person hasn't recognized them.

Because subconsciously, you might feel that the other person doesn't want to know an 'old classmate' like you.

"Gu Huai, you're still the same as before."

"before?"

What about the past? In my memory, did I ever have any interaction with her? Even though we were in the same class, we were from completely different worlds and never went through anything together.

Unless it is one's own simulated memory
"Yeah. Weren't you always quiet and low-key in class, rarely talking to girls and basically not making your presence known?"

As expected, reality is reality, and my memory is not wrong.

This is exactly how the other person perceives me, without the slightest error.

That shows how kind she is.

It's surprising that I remember someone who was on the fringes of the class, someone who was practically invisible.

Gu Huai gave a wry smile. "Back then, I was probably only focused on my studies."

"is it?"

"if not?"

Gu Huai asked in surprise, "Do you want to expose even the last bit of dignity? Do you really want me to say: I'm just insecure, sensitive, and have a fragile heart. I feel unworthy to have anything to do with someone like you, so in your eyes I must be the most insignificant one?"

Does it have to go this far?
Sorry, my emotions are fluctuating again, and I'm being overly sensitive again.

He took a sip of his drink, but as he raised his glass, his arm was pressed down.

He looked at Cai Yan, who was holding his arm. A freshly mixed glass of wine was placed in front of her. She picked up the glass with her right hand and then let go with her left.

"Shouldn't old classmates toast each other first when they meet?"

".Too."

"boom."

Under her gaze, the cups clinked together.

He became increasingly aware of his own insignificance. After all these years, she was still radiant and the focus of everyone's attention.

Her every move remained graceful and poised, displaying impeccable manners.

And myself.

At school, she was the one her classmates didn't care about; at work, she was the one her colleagues disliked.

It's a miracle that we can have such a moment of clinking glasses.

He didn't feel that his life had changed from this point onward, and people shouldn't always have this misconception.

What you hope for is often what disappoints you.

The more beautiful and incredible she appeared before his eyes, the more it stung his sensitive and fragile nerves.