Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

"It's a holiday, what's there to be busy about?" Dongyue Feng was a little puzzled. Who would be busy during the holidays? Shouldn't they be busy eating, drinking and having fun?

Click.

At this moment, Nakano Aoi picked up a slice of pufferfish sashimi, dipped it in orange vinegar, and ate it with her cheeks puffed out, saying something as she did so.

"Actually, last night... I think I saw Hayano-sensei and Hoshimiya-san. They didn't go home until very late, and they looked very tired sitting in the car."

"It was too late then, so I messaged them to ask what was going on, but they didn't reply. I checked again this morning, and the message still wasn't read."

"Hmm? That is a bit strange..."

Dongyue Feng paused slightly, glancing thoughtfully at Anze Liang.

"Xiao Liang, do you know what happened?"

"Hayano-sensei and Hoshimiya-san haven't replied to me yet, how would I know?" Yasuzawa Ryo replied.

"And I couldn't sleep last night, so I went for a walk and fed the cats, and I didn't see them."

"By the way, Nakano-kun, I finished my homework today and I have plenty of time. What do you and Fuyutsuki-nee want to do?"

An Zeliang naturally changed the subject.

Nakano Aoi and Fuyutsuki Kaede were unaware of what had happened the previous night. After a few fruitless exchanges, they followed Yasuzawa Ryo's suggestion and proposed continuing to play Eiichiro.

Three thousand heroes.

After playing one round, Chizuru returned from shopping, took a sip of her drink, and joined the battle. It was still a team of several of them, with Anze Liang on his own team.

An Zeliang played very casually, giving Chizuru and the others a lot of time to develop, and occasionally giving them kills to make them happy.

"Ding dong!"

Just then, his phone lit up; a message had arrived.

Anze Liang's screen was gray at that moment, waiting for the resurrection cooldown, so he picked it up and took a look... The sender was Teacher Hayano.

"Anze, what are your thoughts on what happened last night?"

An Zeliang frowned slightly.

I tried to type several times, but I didn't know what to type.

I feel like no matter how I reply, it won't be appropriate.

Before An Zeliang could reply, his phone vibrated again, and another message came in.

This time, the sender was Rin Hoshimiya.

What are your thoughts on what happened last night?

Two similar messages were displayed side by side on the phone screen.

It seemed as if they were questioning An Zeliang, or perhaps... waiting for him to give an answer, or rather, a choice.

Swish-!

At this moment, An Zeliang's screen also lit up; his resurrection cooldown was over, and his character could rejoin the battle.

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Yukimura Chizuru, who was standing to the side, also urged him on.

"Xiao Liang, your fountain is about to explode. Stop playing on your phone and come over here for a final battle. But... if you don't want to lose, you can act cute and be charming to me, and I'll spare your life."

"Wait a moment, Chizuru-nee, I need to send a message first."

After thinking for a moment, An Zeliang started tapping on the screen.

Chapter 168, Section 166: May I stay here tonight?

An Zeliang's fingertips flew across the keyboard, and he quickly typed out a message.

"Do you have time this afternoon? Sister Chizuru is making pufferfish tofu hot pot and would like to invite you over for a meal."

This time there were no titles, so Anze Liang directly selected the profile pictures of Hayano Hoshiko and Hoshimiya Rin and sent them to the group.

The message remained unread for a long time, with no read status or reply.

An Zeliang waited for a while, then put his phone back on the table and let out a soft sigh.

He couldn't help but think of what happened yesterday...

That scene truly ignited a passionate and intense period in the relationship between the three of them…

"Xiao Liang, what are you thinking about?"

At that moment, Yukimura Chizuru's voice came over.

An Zeliang looked up. The computer screen had gone gray again. The spring in the house had exploded, and the game was over.

"I just received a message from Ms. Hayano and the others saying they just woke up. I'll ask them if they want to come for hot pot."

After giving an explanation, An Zeliang left the game and returned to the game lobby, where he casually asked a question.

"Sister Chizuru, are you guys still playing?"

"I'm fine with either of you, it's up to you." Yukimura Chizuru said, and Fuyutsuki Kaede chimed in.

"I'm fine with anything. If you want to play, I'll play along. If you don't want to play, I can do something else."

Dongyue Feng's current code of conduct is to work hard without complaint and make amends for his mistakes.

Nakano Aoi glanced at Anze Ryo, then suddenly stretched her arms and yawned, saying somewhat embarrassedly.

"...Well, maybe I'm not very good at it yet. After playing a few games, I'm feeling a bit tired now and don't really want to play anymore."

"Sister Chizuru, shall we watch some TV, chat for a while, and take a break?"

Nakano Aoi's voice is soft and gentle, making it very pleasant to listen to.

“That works too.” Yukimura Chizuru nodded, then glanced at the clock on the wall. “However, it will be lunchtime in an hour or two. I need to start simmering the pufferfish tofu soup in advance, otherwise we’ll be late for hot pot.”

Upon hearing this, Nakano Aoi blinked, her fair little hand suddenly touching her stomach, revealing a troubled expression.

"Is it lunchtime already? Chizuru-neechan, I woke up a little late this morning, and I haven't been hungry since I had breakfast..."

"I'm actually a little indigestion too," Yukimura Chizuru said, rubbing her stomach as well.

“Well… me too.” Fuyuki Kaede nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Yukimura Chizuru thought for a moment, then looked at Yasuzawa Ryo, who had not yet expressed his opinion, and asked.

"Xiao Liang, are you still able to eat lunch?"

"I eat a lot for breakfast, so I can have lunch in the afternoon."

Upon hearing Anze Liang's answer, Yukimura Chizuru continued.

"In that case, let's have lunch this afternoon. Eating too much will cause indigestion and is bad for the stomach, which will affect our growth."

"Yes, I'll definitely eat two more bowls of the pufferfish and tofu hot pot that Chizuru-neechan makes." Nakano Aoi said with a smile, her eyes crinkling.

"Besides, Mr. Hayano and Ms. Hoshimiya haven't replied yet, right? If we have lunch this afternoon, they can come in time if they want. Anzawa-kun..."

What do you think about learning?

"They haven't replied yet, they might not come."

Meeting Nakano Aoi's gaze, Yasuzawa Ryo gave a reply, but a doubt arose in his mind.

Speaking of which... did Nakano-kun see what happened in the car last night?

I felt like I saw something, but Aoi's behavior didn't seem to confirm it.

Perhaps because the reply that was due had not yet arrived, An Zeliang's thoughts began to wander. Just as he was thinking, his phone suddenly vibrated again.

"Ding dong!"

Here comes the news.

He glanced at his phone, rubbed his temples, and looked somewhat helpless.

The letter was written by Ibuki Yuki.

She said her friend had already written the script analyzing the video and wanted to ask Anze what authorship to use.

"If I'm going to sign it, I'll write 'Rainy Night with a Knife but No Umbrella'."

An Zeliang replied casually.

At that moment, a bank notification popped up, showing that a not insignificant amount had been deposited into the account, followed by Ibuki Yuki's reply.

"What a unique signature. By the way, Anze, my friend just said that the authorization fee has been transferred to your bank account. Remember to check it."

Looking at it this way, the licensing fee is calculated based on the average licensing fee in the Japanese entertainment industry, and it doesn't take advantage of Yasuzawa Ryo at all.

But... a friend?

The payment arrived and I was notified immediately afterwards. The timing is too precise. Are you sure this friend isn't you?

Making friends out of thin air, is that it?

Anze Liang exchanged a few casual words with Ibuki Yuki, ending the conversation. When he looked up again, Chizuru and the others were already sitting on the sofa, watching TV, eating snacks, and chatting from time to time. They were all lounging lazily on the sofa, not at all proper. Only Nakano Aoi was a little better. Her legs were gracefully bent over the edge of the sofa, and her skirt fell naturally, covering her calves and only revealing a small section of her fair ankles and her delicate feet in white socks.

But weekends are supposed to be a time for relaxation, right?

An Zeliang stuffed his phone into his pocket, picked up a bag of snacks from the table, and sat down on the sofa to join the three women's chat.

As for what's on TV... well, anyone who's had friends or relatives over knows that it's just background noise. The main activities are chatting, eating sunflower seeds, and snacking.

At this moment, Yukimura Chizuru was talking about a classmate of hers in college who was eating and chatting in the cafeteria when someone suddenly threw a pork cutlet on him and chased the person for eight hundred miles. Fuyutsuki Kaede was also playing along, making all sorts of funny voiceovers, which made Nakano Aoi laugh non-stop.

"Chizuru-neechan, the rules at Tokyo University must be very strict, right? How did they end up being handled?" Nakano Aoi asked, suppressing a smile and showing some curiosity.

"Well... I think it was a fine of a few thousand yen, but the school didn't seem to react much." Yukimura Chizuru recalled, spreading her hands with a slightly helpless expression. "After all, no student was seriously injured in this incident, so the University of Tokyo will definitely try not to make a big deal out of it, and naturally they won't give any punishment. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to talk about it."

Upon hearing this, An Zeliang said.

"Sister Chizuru, don't you understand yet? This is a hint from the school."

"Hmm? What hint?" Yukimura Chizuru was slightly taken aback.

"Look, confiscating a plate of pork cutlet rice and imposing a fine of several thousand yen, without any disciplinary action or punishment..."

"Then why don't I just pay a few tens of thousands of yen and deduct ten more plates of pork cutlet rice from their bill?"

"Anyway, the school didn't punish them."