It was supposed to be a love simulation, so why are they also players?

Not just a casual reader.

Instead, it is Xia Mu's regular reader and friend, Shiina Tatsuki, a woman among women, a drummer among drummers.

[Lixi:? 】

[Li Xi: You've started a new project again?]

[Lixi: The prototype for Miss Lugiel? Could it be me?]

[The previous message has been retracted]

Speechless. What a jerk.

Xia Mu's funny smiling face.jpg

[Xia Mu: I saw it~ The prototype is another person I knew. This is just a short story and won't affect the normal updates of Xia Mumu's Biography.]

because--

Xia Mu has never had a perfect attendance record.

[Li Xi: Forget what I just said, pretend I didn't ask.]

Xia Mu: If I could have a cup of black tea, maybe I'd forget about it~

[Lixi: Okay, next time you come to Ring, it'll be my treat!]

The exclamation mark at the end suggests that Shiina Riki is gritting her teeth in the other part.

Um~

Lixi, what an interesting woman.

On the other side, Shiina Tatsuki stared at her phone screen.

"Xia Mu, that guy, I still think he's still the best—"

No.

I hate it but can't bring myself to say it.

After knowing each other for a while, she could no longer express her dislike as bluntly as she had when they first met.

While that guy's personality certainly has its flaws, his good points are equally undeniable.

After realizing her mistake, she quickly withdrew, but it was too late.

Who knows?

Oh my god.

Miss Lugiel in that short story has a personality exactly like hers.

Are you sure this wasn't copied from her?

"Who is Xia Mu? Is he Li Xi's friend?"

Suddenly, her older sister, Shiina Maki's voice came from outside.

"I suppose so."

Chapter 227 The Girl Tormented by Feelings of Inferiority

"what?"

"You guy?"

"Absolutely terrible!"

"You think you can go on stage with this level of skill? Keep practicing!"

—The Art of Speaking by Shiina Tatsuki

What is a feeling of inferiority?

Perhaps, it is living in the shadow of her older sister, being called "Shiina Maki's younger sister" by everyone.

She couldn't be as outstanding as her older sister.

Feeling lost, yet still moving forward. Unsure if my choices are right, I still give it my all and strive to do my best.

Shiina Ritsuki knows that she is not a genius, nor is she the legendary "other people's child". She is constantly tormented by her inner sense of inferiority, lacks self-confidence, and feels lonely.

She is so lonely...

The huge gap between her ideals and reality made Shiina Tatsuki feel lost and unwilling, and perhaps for a moment, she thought about giving up.

So be it……

Let's just give up and end it all.

But in the end, she still wondered, "Is this really okay? Will I be content with this? Is this enough?"

How could we possibly give up now?

When her thoughts were in turmoil, the black-haired girl with a beauty mark under the lamp recalled herself playing the trumpet in Haneoka. Although she was standing in the light, her face was obscured by the light, and she was then labeled as "Shiina Maki's sister".

Everyone says, "That's great!" But is it really? You clearly crave recognition and praise from others, but when all of that is taken away, when your efforts go unrecognized, and when the results of your hard work are glossed over by others, what are you thinking?

Loneliness is like an invisible wall.

When the applause rang out for her sister, she stood amidst the cheers, yet felt as if she were standing through thick frosted glass.

This is not what I wanted to see.

The purpose of transferring to Hanasaki River was not only to escape, but also because there was a desire in my heart to become Shiina Tatsuki.

She wants to become the person she aspires to be.

Instead of living in the shadow of others.

They all call me "Shiina Maki's sister," but I only want to be Shiina Tatsuki.

When jealousy gnaws at the chest—

Longing for the frankness of the lamp's song that dissects the soul, "jealous" of Xiangzi's talent flowing from his fingertips, and admiring Xia Mu's free and unrestrained writing style as if guided by divine inspiration.

She then realized the kind of cage she was trapped in.

People laugh at my madness, but I laugh at their ignorance.

Miracles always seem to favor fairy tales.

If only I could exchange lives with Xia Mu.

What kind of story will it be?

It's going to be very exciting.

pity.

No if.

Ding~

Xia Mu:

If you can no longer control it~

Think of me once a day.

If you are honest because of me~

If you watch my movies~

Listening to my favorite CDs

If you could take me on a trip~

Ok?

It doesn't make sense or make any sense.

Is it lyrics?

[Li Xi: Anything else? What's the song title?]

She replied instantly, her thumb trembling slightly as it hovered over the send button.

Xia Mu: It's gone. It was a difficult birth. I just suddenly remembered a little bit.

The song title is—"What If."

[Li Xi: Keep thinking. Next time we meet, bring your full lyrics.]

Xia Mu: Okay, I'll do my best. Well then, Li Xi, goodnight, sweet dreams.

May your dreams be filled with Nicholas Shah Mumu.

"Good night……"

After typing a two-word reply, Shiina Tatsuki continued with her own business.

She was already used to it.

The routine of exchanging goodnights with Xia Mu.

That's not how I interact with other people.

Am I special?

Or is it that Xia Mu treats each of them this way?

There's no need to delve into this issue.

Do you yearn to surpass your older sister?

Outside the window, a jet-black short sword silently climbed onto the windowsill. Lugiel's whisper drifted in on the night breeze.

Its lost power seems to have returned.

But Lixi, who was wearing headphones, could only hear a drum-like rhythm.

Lugiel wanted to keep trying, but another clone saw something incredible online.

"Disgrace! Xia Mu, I swear to kill you!"

Melting into the night, Lugiel charged toward the person he had been "longing for".

The night was still and quiet, and all sounds were silenced.

After dropping Nagasaki Motoyo off, Natsumi, who had just returned to her apartment, wanted to make herself a cup of hot chocolate.

It's time to get started writing.

The apartment was filled with the aroma of hot chocolate. Just as I was typing the third line on the keyboard, the doorbell rang.

ding dong~

At this hour, who could it be?

"White Bear Express, please sign for your package."

"express delivery?"

The moment the door opened, a black short sword pierced the air, and the eyes of the Babar alien, disguised as a deliveryman, gleamed with a scarlet light—Lugiel was serious this time.

Again? !

It's that assassination plot again!

The delivery guy is actually a Babar alien?

882, you gzz!

Stop!

Does this scene look familiar?

Maybe.

The same thing is happening in many places right now.

"Man!"

A backhand elbow strike defused the dangerous attack.