I, the Rock King Emperor with 21 billion in power, have joined the chat group.

"Wait a minute, I have something very important to say."

The girl paused for a moment, her expression changed, and her delicate earlobes quickly flushed a blush.

She opened her mouth, revealing her cute little tiger teeth, and stammered as she looked back: "The graduation ceremony is about to begin."

He jogged up to her, and An Yilun stopped to listen, his eyes full of seriousness: "You have to say it now, please."

"Hmm? Now..."

Eriri glanced left and right, her eyes flickering several times, before finally looking helplessly into Anichi Tomoya's eyes. Her cheeks gradually turned into ripe cherries, her mind a complete mess. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn't form a sentence.

Finally, she simply nodded slightly, her voice barely audible: "...Mmm..."

......

"Hmm... what is this?"

Eriri Sawamura leaned against the classroom door, looking at the first page of her notebook, which had a line of small print on it: "[SUNNY DAY]".

Her face remained calm, without the slightest change in emotion.

His gaze toward An Yilun was equally devoid of emotion: "You're not going to tell me this is the game proposal you prepared, are you?"

“Of course! Although there’s only one name, the whole plan is already in my head.” An Yilun pointed to his head, looking smug. “I’m a first-year high school student now. After spring break, I’ll be a second-year high school student. It’s time to prepare for the future.”

"For example, it would be great to first transform from a consumer-oriented otaku into a productive otaku."

"But what does this have to do with me?" Eriri looked up at the sky, not even noticing the change in An Yilun's expression. She felt as if her girlish heart had just been crushed into several pieces, then thrown into a concrete mixer to be cast into cement, and then sunk into Tokyo Bay: "Why do you insist on bringing your own fantasy into this?"

An Yilun was also taken aback when he heard this.

He frowned, as if he had encountered something utterly incomprehensible.

Looking into Eriri's sapphire blue eyes, it seemed as if she had something to say in accusation, yet she couldn't utter a single word.

Finally, he said in a low, hoarse voice, "I still remember it."

"A promise that Eriri and I made when we were in elementary school."

"I said I would become the president of a game company, and I would definitely come to greet Eriri when that time comes..."

"And Eriri, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, An Yilun's voice grew softer and softer as he turned and left, dragging his back and taking long strides.

........

Very good, perfect.

The final ending will leave the deepest impression on Eriri's mind.

After leaving Eriri's sight, An Yilun found a shady spot to reflect on his performance.

Although she almost punctured the thin layer of sandpaper halfway through, she managed to smooth it out in the end, and Eriri wasn't too disappointed.

Pretending to be a man who doesn't understand girls' feelings and is obsessed with games, Eriri successfully avoided the ending.

This acting was practically perfect.

An Yilun realized for the first time that he had a talent for being a scumbag, and couldn't help but shudder, sealing away all his wild fantasies.

To be honest, he felt that what he did was a bit excessive.

Playing with the hearts of young girls in love is the epitome of a scumbag; he deserves to be dismembered into hundreds of pieces with a machete.

But now all he wants to do is make games, make fun games, and share the joy of games with everyone who plays them.

His ideal is to make countless people happy and countless people cry.

Compared to this, mere romantic feelings and a girl's sincere heart are nothing to be trifled with.

He doesn't care—yeah right.

Eriri is his childhood friend and one of his best friends.

How could he possibly want to treat her like that?

However, this girl's relationship, stemming from guilt and past experiences, has become distorted due to her proud and arrogant personality.

It even made her unable to distinguish between guilt and love.

What's the point of this kind of love relationship that feels like charity?

Although he doesn't necessarily want to date anime girls right now, he doesn't want an immature and incorrect kind of relationship like Eriri's.

What he wanted was a love that had weathered storms, overcome countless hardships, and endured the passage of time before finally coming together.

Genuine, heartfelt emotion.

Therefore, he cannot accept Eriri's current feelings.

He was even willing to toy with the relationship and use her to achieve his own goals.

In order to make Eriri face her true feelings and true heart.

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Whew!

An Yilun let out a long breath and refreshed his mental state, completely erasing any trace of guilt he felt for playing with his childhood sweetheart's feelings.

〇节伦也（3）

Stopping in front of the second-grade classroom building, An Yilun didn't go straight in. Instead, he first opened the "Book of a Thousand Games," which only he could see.

The job posting page, gleaming with gold, lists another name after Sawamura O Spencer O Eriri.

【Kasumigaoka Utaha】

[Light novel author, scriptwriter.]

[Rarity A]

[Recruitment success rate: 85%]

Popularity Rating: 22. (This can increase the overall score of the work by 22 points.)

[Special Skill: Romantic Comedy]

[Effect: As a light novel author who focuses entirely on portraying the romance and relationships of young Japanese people, this skill can moderately improve the smoothness and completeness of romance-related storylines in games, and significantly enhance their aesthetic appeal. When working as a scriptwriter for other games, this skill will be considered equivalent to a C-rank scriptwriter.]

[Special Skill: Dependent Romantic Relationship (Confused)]

[Effect: Increases recruitment success rate by 100%; no fees are required during the production of any project.]

[Suggestion: Even if there are no fees at all, please still pay a small amount of the equivalent; otherwise, it's just too pitiful.]

Kasumigaoka Utaha, the most outstanding student at Toyonosaki Academy.

With long black hair and a good figure, she already possessed the allure of an adult despite being a high school student.

But that's not the point. The most important thing is that she is a top student who often sleeps in class but consistently ranks first in her grade.

Moreover, she is the author of the popular light novel "Love Metronome," which has sold over 50 copies, and writes under the pen name "Kasumi Shiko."

This woman was the scriptwriter that An Yilun had prepared for himself from the beginning.

Of course, at that time I only had some vague ideas, and my relationship with her was mostly due to An Yilun's crazy love for "Love Metronome".

Originally scheduled to be canceled after the second volume, "Love Metronome" was able to continue until the fifth volume, which was completed normally, with total sales exceeding 50 copies.

Thanks to An Yilun's vigorous promotion on his self-operated blog, he spared no praise, analyzed its beauty, and told everyone how amazing the novel was.

I'm absolutely certain, this is the undisputed future star!!

However, the true power of the Love Metronome goes beyond that.

[It's very complicated, and there are many changes.]

The protagonist's monologue is very disjointed, and the heroine Sayuka's reactions are also very varied.

However, the character seemed quite hesitant.

People who are troubled and wavering in their feelings like this are somewhat indecisive.

This work is very rustic; the author was probably quite conflicted about it.

But that's precisely what makes it so interesting.

Because I worked so hard! Because I was so passionate! Because I gave it my all!

However, I would be very disappointed if this work was actually written by the author while picking his nose and typing with one hand (laughs).

To this day, he still remembers how he felt when he wrote the recommendation post that was published on Ayami Tomoya's blog, TAKI.

That excitement, that passion, that feeling of imagining who the author of this book was—it still lingers in my heart.

So now, it's time for Kasumigaoka Utaha to repay her debt of gratitude.

......

Pushing open the rooftop door, a cool breeze slightly ruffled An Yilun's hair.

On a seat by the side, a girl with long black hair wearing a school uniform was reading elegantly with her legs crossed.

"So it really is here!"

An Yilun couldn't help but blurt it out.

"Looks like you haven't had lunch either."

He took two steps closer, placed the food package he had prepared beforehand next to the girl, and asked softly, "May I sit here?"

The girl did not answer, which naturally meant she agreed.

An Yilun had just sat down leisurely when his calf was kicked. He skillfully took out bread and milk from the food package and began feeding him.

A few minutes later, she gently licked the tips of her fingers that had held the bread with the tip of her slightly red tongue.

The girl calmly asked, "Is there something wrong this time? Is that why you've shamelessly come to see the woman you dumped before?"

An Yilun paused for a moment, a clear fake smile appearing on his face, instead of avoiding the topic as Kasumigaoka Utaha had guessed.

Instead, they fell silent.

This unusual situation caused Kasumigaoka Utaha to pause for a moment, and then she unconsciously thought of that snowy season.