mygo, Villain Simulator

Shoko Toyokawa declined the invitation to film a video together and continued to hold her teacup. Then, she watched as Ichinose Wakaba and the other two filmed a video that was neither particularly interesting nor uninteresting.

It's interesting because three beauties gathered together and compared little stars; it's uninteresting because there's nothing else to see besides the beauties.

However, the video that Toyokawa Shoko considered uninteresting immediately garnered thousands of likes after being posted.

[A new video by Neko?!]

Wait, these two people look familiar.

[Damn, it's Xiao Mu!!!]

[She is Xiaomu and Xiaomu's mother.]

Judging from the background, is Neko at Minami Mori's house?

Don't you guys think these three people look alike?

Will you be live streaming?

[They all had golden pupils.]

Sigh, I remember seeing a pretty girl before?

Refreshing her phone and glancing at the trending topic that had reached tens of thousands, Mori Minami nodded in satisfaction: "Eri-chan, I still have work to do. Mutsu, I'll leave Erii-chan and Sho to you."

After saying that, the busy female celebrity left her home to rush to the next shooting session.

After replying to a few fans' comments, Ichinose Wakaba tapped her phone and said, "Sho, let's go back~"

Don't be fooled by the fact that the videos may seem uninformative; they actually take a lot of time to produce.

So, it's already past 6 p.m.

"Well, it's about time to say goodbye."

Glancing at the time, Toyokawa Shoko decided it was time to head back. However, before leaving, she decided to have dinner at Wakaba's house tonight.

If it were anyone else, even a familiar classmate, the blue-haired young lady would never linger in front of them. She had her own boundaries, her own pride, and even her own loneliness.

But because it was Ruoye Mutsu, the other half of the body, Toyokawa Shoko agreed under Fang Xiang's gaze.

Dinner was simple, with no overly luxurious ingredients, but that doesn't mean it wasn't exquisite.

In a white porcelain bowl, the warm, creamy aroma of milk envelops softened diced onions and carrots, along with bits of golden-brown bacon and tender potato chunks. With a gentle stir, the rich soup swirls, the creamy sheen shimmering softly under the light, like a gentle mist, warm and serene.

It's served with lightly toasted baguette slices, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with slightly charred edges that are incredibly fragrant. There's not much decoration, but the attention to detail reveals the chef's care.

Ichinose Wakaba was wolfing down her food at a speed that seemed almost out of place with her refined demeanor.

"Mmm...this soup is delicious."

The red-haired girl, with a bit of cream still on her lips, carelessly tore off another slice of baguette, dipped it in the soup, and stuffed it into her mouth. Her face was full of satisfaction, and her eyes were squinted.

"Ah, this potato smells so good, it's completely soft and tender..."

Every exclamation seemed to come out uninhibitedly, and coupled with Ichinose Wakaba's completely uncontrolled chewing rhythm, it was hard to call it "elegant".

But strangely enough, he is not disliked.

Toyokawa Shoko felt that, in a certain sense, it was somewhat... cute.

The blue-haired young lady and Ruoye Mu maintained the rule of "not speaking while eating" as always. Their movements were slow and meticulous, and they even subconsciously controlled the sound when holding their spoons, as if it was a habit etched into their bones.

Only occasionally would Toyokawa Shoko unconsciously glance at the red-haired girl—seeing his face full of enjoyment and carefree expression, she couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her mouth.

Ruoye Mu lowered her head and ate, the spoon scooping into the bowl creating ripples, seemingly engrossed in the delicious food.

But her constant, unwavering gaze at Ichinose Wakaba betrayed her—this was just the beginning.

Chapter 199 Good Guy Card

"stepand~go~"

Ichinose Wakaba was in a good mood, like a gentle early summer breeze, carrying the lingering warmth of the sun, lightly brushing against her chest.

He couldn't help but hum a song.

It wasn't for vocal practice or rehearsal; it was because I genuinely, truly wanted to sing.

Especially after discovering the word "lyrics," Ichinose Wakaba became even more fond of singing.

“Step~and~go~——la la——”

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear and pure, with a long-lost lightness.

Ichinose Wakaba didn't specifically choose any music; he simply let the melody flow from his throat, as if some emotion had transformed into musical notes, accompanying every step he took.

The melody that occasionally pops into my memory—Ichinose Wakaba can't remember which song it was. She only remembers jumping around through them one by one when she couldn't sleep at night, and finally choosing one.

I can't remember what her name was.

All I remember is the beginning of this line and the melody.

It might not sound good except for that one line. But at that moment, Ichinose Wakaba was humming it.

The reason for my good mood is simple: all of Ruoye Mutsu's schemes from yesterday to today have been resolved. Of course, that's not the most important thing; the most important thing is my date with Toyokawa Shoko.

Although I don't want to get involved with the female protagonists in the simulation, I have to admit that cowardly Xiao Xiang finds it really appealing~

As they got out of the taxi together with Ichinose Wakaba, Toyokawa Shoko, as their manager, felt a pang of heartache as the driver handed her the receipt—7744 yen.

Earlier, when leaving the Mutsumi family home, Toyokawa Shoko had planned to take the subway back with Ichinose Wakaba. But then—Shoko showed up!

I don't know when, but the other party had already called a taxi.

As is well known, ambulances in America and taxis in Japan are extremely expensive.

“What a waste.”

She was saying things that were completely out of character for a young lady, even though she never cared about fuel costs when she used to ride in a Maybach.

But now they're complaining about how expensive taxis are.

"Money is meant to be used."

With a grin, Ichinose Wakaba took the blue-haired young lady's hand and held on tightly—this was a chance to hold her hand openly and legitimately.

You have to understand that he did so many evil things to Toyokawa Shoko in the simulation, which means that even without Uesugi Erii's identity, Ichinose Wakaba felt that he might never be able to speak a word to her in his entire life.

Not to mention intimate acts like holding hands.

"you……"

Toyokawa Shoko glanced at him, wanting to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly.

The wind blew through the young lady's long blue hair, and Ichinose Wakaba was still humming a song. She couldn't recognize the song title, but she knew that it reflected her current mood.

Light and carefree, as if I had broken free from something and was heading towards something.

Suddenly, Toyokawa Shoko no longer felt that the fare was expensive.

If it could bring me such a song, such a man, and such companionship—what's a little waste?

As night deepened, the sky was tinged with a blue-purple hue, and streetlights lit up one by one, casting a dappled golden glow beneath their feet.

It's around 7:30 pm now, a time when the city is quieting down.

As the hustle and bustle fades, the daytime noise seems to be gently swallowed up by time, leaving only the occasional passing car and the rustling of leaves in the wind. The small shops along the street slowly lower their roller shutters, leaving only their lights casting a lonely glow on the sidewalk.

Ichinose Wakaba was still humming a song.

No longer as light and cheerful as before, the melody became low and slow, as if the night breeze had blown into his emotions, causing him to subconsciously slow down his pace.

"Goldfish fireworks falling gently in the summer rain~"

Ichinose Wakaba walked on the right, her hand still holding Toyokawa Shoko's, her fingers tightening slightly without her noticing. The warmth emanating from her palm seemed to remind her: this isn't a simulation, this is real.

Toyokawa Shoko didn't speak; she simply tilted her head slightly and listened quietly.

The street was so quiet that Toyokawa Shoko could hear the red-haired girl breathing clearly.

This quiet wasn't the kind of tranquility that makes you feel relaxed; rather, it was a desolation that seemed to amplify even your heartbeat.

Therefore, a feeling of embarrassment arose in Toyokawa Shoko's heart.

We've known each other for less than a week, met less than four times in total, and from a positional standpoint, we're in an "employer" relationship.

Also, she was the one who was hired.

The relationship between the two should have been more distant, so why do they feel like best friends who have known each other for more than ten years when they walk together now?

It was as if we had long been accustomed to each other's pace and rhythm, as if we had held hands, talked, and walked home together a long time ago.

This illusion made Toyokawa Shoko feel somewhat uneasy.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, she forced her attention to the other person's singing.

That voice wasn't the technically skilled voice of a well-trained singer, nor was it a performance striving for perfect pitch on stage; rather, it was a pure, clean voice, imbued with emotion and warmth.

It's a bit unstable; the melody occasionally goes off-beat, even sounding like impromptu humming.

But it was precisely this imperfection that captivated all of the young lady's emotions.

"...What a beautiful voice."

Toyokawa Shoko murmured to herself, a slight smile creeping onto her lips.

It wasn't out of politeness, it was genuine.

Just as she herself once said in her evaluation—"Your singing voice is a treasure bestowed upon this world."

The young woman wasn't one to praise others easily, much less to utter such poetic words casually. But when she spoke them that day, her heart was resolute, and now, the blue-haired young lady felt the weight of those words even more deeply.

Ichinose Wakaba's voice is like the gentlest lamp in the night, neither dazzling nor ostentatious, yet able to illuminate the quietest and softest corners of the heart.

Without fancy techniques or accompanying music, only the raw emotions are poured out frankly, striking straight to the heart.

She listened intently, completely absorbed.

Toyokawa Shoko even forgot that she had originally paid attention to the singing in order to ease the awkwardness, forgot her position as an "employee", and forgot the silence of the street and the dim lights.

All she could see was the red-haired figure's back; the musical notes brushed past her ears like feathers, and gently sprinkled into her consciousness like a rain of light.

The red-haired girl's voice suddenly rose softly, with a touch of improvisation, yet it also sounded like a melody that had been rehearsed long ago.

"In the bright light, my eyes are a little blurry, and for a fleeting moment, it's as if your gentle face is reflected in my vision."

Toyokawa Shoko paused slightly in her steps.

The lyrics seemed to be sung specifically for her. Even though it was just a casual hum, with her usual lazy and relaxed tone, in that instant, Toyokawa Shoko's heart felt as if it had been struck by something.

—A gentle face.

She subconsciously reached out and touched her face, only to find that her cheeks were slightly hot.

The blue-haired young lady understood. Even though the other person wasn't singing directly to her or looking at her, she understood.

However, Toyokawa Shoko didn't say anything, but quickened her pace slightly to walk shoulder to shoulder with the red-haired girl.

Just like in the lyrics, I was blinded by the halo of light and saw the other person's face—I'm sorry.

The blue-haired young lady wanted to say those words because she loved someone else.

However, before Toyokawa Shoko could organize her thoughts, she was interrupted by a ringing bell.

Chapter 200 Because someone did it for her

The weather in May is unpredictable.

One moment the moon was bright and the stars were few, the wind was gentle and the night was warm, but the next moment the sky was swallowed up by dark clouds, and a gale swept down with torrential rain, as if the whole city had been soaked in cold water.

The streetlights swayed precariously in the rain, thunder roared like a beast from afar, and the sound of raindrops hitting the glass was so dense it seemed to pierce through the windows, leaving no escape.

Meanwhile, Toyokawa Shoko sat in a corner of the police station lobby, her long, wet hair still dripping water, the phone she was holding in her hand had gone black several times, but she never let go of it.

Previously, Toyokawa Shoko hadn't had time to organize her thoughts on how to give the "good guy" card.

A few words had just surfaced in my mind, and my throat had just begun to vibrate.

A sudden ringing of a bell interrupted all of Toyokawa Shoko's thoughts.

She snapped back to reality and looked at the lit-up phone screen.

—It's an unfamiliar number.

"Hello."

The moment the call connected, before the other party could even explain, just hearing the words "I am the duty officer of XX Police Station," Toyokawa Shoko's heart sank.