My Romance Simulation with Them

What do you mean by saying that if she drinks it, it counts as an indirect kiss...? There's no such thing as a kiss, is there?

I had clearly made up my mind before that I would rely on my own efforts to win over Senior Nanxiang.

And yet you're still letting your mind wander like this...

That's right!

I will try! I will try my best to change this situation!

The next time I see Senior Nanxiang, I will definitely take the initiative to say hello!

As for the name... uh... let's just use 'Ashi'!

I remember calling him that too, so it shouldn't seem too abrupt!

Yes! I'm definitely fine!

I can do it!

Goto Ichiri made up her mind again, clenching her small fists, her eyes, hidden behind her bangs, filled with determination.

Then--

"Good afternoon, Goto-san."

Suddenly, I heard Nanxiang Shi's voice greeting me.

then--

"Ouch—"

He let out a mournful cry that was difficult to understand, and when he looked at Nango, who had taken the initiative to greet him, Goto Ichiri opened his mouth.

Hurry...speak up! Goto Ichiri! Speak up!

Look him in the eye, speak loudly and affectionately, and call him Ah Shi!

You can do it! You definitely can!

Then—

"Ah, hello, senior Nanxiang."

With her head down and her voice weak, Goto Ichiri spoke cautiously.

At that very moment, the little devil inside her was already in an uproar.

She kept pounding her head in her mind.

Are you an idiot?! You really are an idiot, aren't you, Goto Ichiri! You idiot! Paramecium! You're even less than a paramecium, a planktonic organism!

It's rare to see senior Nanxiang take the initiative to greet me!

Her mind was in turmoil.

But in reality, time still flows.

Nanxiang smiled and greeted each of the band members present.

Then, under the watchful eye of Goto Ichiri, he asked Ijichi Seika for the cost of today's meal.

As for why Ichika Hoshika provided Nango Toki with meal expenses...

Goto Ichiri actually knew this.

As payment for renting effects pedals and amplifiers, Nango Shirai was responsible for providing lunch for the staff of Fanxing, while the cost of the meals was covered by Iji Chisei.

but...

None of these trivial matters matter at this moment!

Goto Ichiri sighed, inwardly cursing himself for being so useless.

The opportunity was clearly right in front of them.

But I never managed to seize a single opportunity.

Can someone like me really compete with Yamada Ryo?

No, no, no, whether I could become friends with Ah Shi before that was another matter entirely.

The more she thought about it, the more hopeless she felt about life, and the more she felt that she would lose the game from here on out.

But the next moment——

"Speaking of which, there's no food left in the store's refrigerator. I'm going to go to the supermarket to buy some food."

Nango suddenly spoke up while he was taking inventory of the items.

"No food left? I remember the fridge should be pretty well stocked, right?"

Ijichi Hoshika, who was looking at her phone, looked up and was completely puzzled.

“That stuff is only enough for one meal. You just gave me money for the meal, so of course I have to go and buy some better ingredients.”

Nango looked to the other side and said, "Goto-kun, can you come with me? We might have a lot of stuff."

"Why...?"

Goto Ichiri, who had just been feeling down, looked up in surprise.

She really didn't expect this...

The opportunity that had just been missed has, in a dramatic turn of events, returned to my grasp.

Even Goto Ichiri had a vague feeling about it.

The reason why Nanxiang suddenly suggested going shopping with her was actually because he realized his own feelings and was thinking of her, so he deliberately said that.

I felt that.

This time, Goto Ichiri took a deep breath.

She buried all her timidity and fear deep inside, and without any hesitation, walked up to Nanxiang and gently nodded her head.

"I...I understand...that..."

She bit her cherry-pink lips and raised her beautiful, delicate face, which had always been hidden beneath her long bangs, and was in no way inferior to anyone in the band.

In a faint voice, barely audible to the two of them, she said softly but with great enthusiasm, "Thank you... Shi..."

Hearing her say this for the first time, a statement that was usually made by someone who was timid and socially anxious.

Nanxiang was taken aback at first, then looked at her face, which was gradually turning red with embarrassment, blinked, and waved with a smile:

"You're welcome."

"One li."

Chapter 89. The End of the Band's Support (4000 words!)

Preparing meals for the staff of Starry Sky is actually not that difficult.

After all, the staff of Fanxing, including the store manager Yidi Zhixingge, only numbered six.

This workload wasn't that much for Nango Toki, whose culinary skills were at level 4.

Place the sizzling steak on the hot plate and serve it on the same plate.

The rich and enticing aroma instantly elicited gasps of surprise from everyone in the Starry Lounge.

Ignoring the girls' surprised exclamations, Nango finished everything he had agreed to with Ijichi Hoshika, and then, as usual, sat down in his corner and began reading the book in his hand.

Lost in thought under the lamplight, quietly flipping through the Chinese library in his hands, he resembled an elegant and refined scholar from ancient times, holding a book in his hands.

"It's delicious!"

Ichi Nijika, who had been eagerly anticipating the meal, ate the steak on the teppanyaki grill along with her rice.

After finishing her meal, she clasped her hands together and whispered in an approving tone, "Thank you for the meal."

Then she turned her head and looked at Nanxiang with curiosity: "Nanxiang-san, what book are you reading?"

"Onda Riku's 'The Sixth Night'".

"Uh..."

After quickly going through the name in her mind, Ichiji Nijika realized she hadn't heard it before asking, "Is it pretty?"

"good."

Nanxiang reached out and flipped through the paperback in his hand, answering without looking up.

Is that so...?

Ichi Nijika was about to say something, but the next moment, a voice interrupted her from the side.

"One more, please."

Ms. Yamada, who was handing over the plate with one hand and wiping her mouth with the other, said this.

"Weren't you full from that steak, Ms. Yamada?"

Setting down the paperback in his hand, Nango Toki felt a sense of surprise from the bottom of his heart.

Considering everyone's appetite, he went all out this time, giving each person a huge steak.

It should be enough to feed these girls, who are not much older than twenty, and even have some left over.

It's cool.

Yamada Ryo corrected Nango Toki's words, then propped his chin on his hand and said, "Although I'm already full and my stomach is bulging, I don't know why, but I still want to eat your cooking."

"You'll get fat, Ms. Yamada."

"Do you know it's rude to call someone by the wrong name? It's Liang."

"Is Ms. Yamada angry?"

"I'm not angry, I forgive you."

Yamada Ryo lazily propped her pretty, delicate profile with her hand, and said succinctly, "It doesn't matter if I get fat, I don't care. Go make another one, Shi."

"Don't go."

The language used in the southern region was equally concise.