Sakura Emma, I'm going to control you fiercely!

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I ultimately didn't press the "Exit Game" button.

After thinking about it...

Let's just leave it hanging.

He also wanted to hear what the two planned to say.

Volume 1: Chapter 69 Her Past, The Beginning of the Concert

As night fell, the moonlight was as cold as snow, making the whole of Tokyo seem to lose its warmth.

The pale streetlights cast a bright white beam through the gaps in the curtains into Hannah's room.

The two girls lay flat on the small bed, silently letting their thoughts wander—

The above is what Yang Wen saw on the screen while he was working on his homework all night.

Just now, he discovered that the instructor whose horse died had actually assigned homework in the "Strategy" section.

So Yang Wen decided to work through the night with his "Miss Christina".

I also used the interludes of the game "Judgment" as white noise.

Let's also listen to what those two are secretly saying.

On the screen, Emma stared blankly at the fragments of the night sky seen through the window.

The night sky was squeezed into the gap of the curtains, making Emma feel breathless.

Lost in thought, Emma blurted out something unconsciously.

"It's so crowded."

"..."

Hannah, sitting beside the crib, took a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry that my house only has such a small bed."

"what……"

Emma then realized what she had said and quickly apologized.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!!! That's not what I meant..."

Hearing the apology, Hannah felt especially relieved.

Thinking of how Emma had bullied him in the past, and how Emma could only weakly apologize now...

Quiet!

Although she still wanted to tease Emma a little more, Hannah sighed slightly at this moment.

The sigh was not heavy.

It was so light it was as if she were being suppressed by the moonlight, or as if she herself didn't want the other person to hear it.

Emma, of course, still heard her senior's soft sigh.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Hannah pursed her lips.

"I just wanted to apologize to you."

"Huh? Did my senior do something to offend me?"

Emma asked doubtfully.

Hannah shifted her body, turning her back to Emma.

"Because what you want to go to is 'Miss Hannah's' [home], not 'Poor Hannah's' rented room, right?"

After those words were spoken, the room fell silent for a moment.

Yang Wen let Gemini work hard, while silently shaking his head.

For a player, does it make any difference whether an NPC is poor or rich?

Even if the NPC is a rich tycoon living in a luxury villa, Yang Wen's first reaction will definitely not be envy, but rather he will seriously consider whether to sneak in on a dark and windy night, kill her, and loot her gold coins.

This matter has been recorded in "Morality and Law V".

Hannah is doing fine now.

Small room, narrow bed, old furniture, an overly tidy desk, and details that show a “desperate effort to maintain appearances despite being strapped for cash.”

Yang Wen was actually quite satisfied with this NPC housing, which clearly had side quests, backstory, and CG elements.

Yang Wen was curious about how he planned to answer the question after taking over the AI.

Emma turned her head, looked at her senior's blonde hair spread out on the big bed, and blinked.

She simply turned around, facing Hannah's back, and smiled.

"To be honest, this surprised me quite a bit at first."

"Um……"

"Because even living in such an environment, Hannah manages to keep her home clean and tidy. I think that's an amazing thing!"

"..."

Hannah fell silent upon hearing this.

The two remained silent in the deep darkness of the night, with only the chirping of cicadas outside the window audible.

"As expected... the essence is still the same."

Hannah's voice was barely audible.

Emma turned her head to look at Hannah's profile.

"Senior?"

Just pretend you didn't hear it.

Amid the rustling of the bedding, Hannah shifted back to her supine sleeping position.

In the darkness, the two girls stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.

Neither of them felt sleepy.

"Actually, I did it on purpose."

Hannah's unexpected remark immediately caught Emma's attention.

Emma looked at her,

"What is the senior talking about?"

Hannah was still staring at the ceiling.

"At school, I deliberately acted like a rich girl. For example, the way I spoke. For example, my interpersonal relationships. For example... my personality."

"Hmm... I can see that a little bit. After all, the young lady wouldn't frown over a 2000 yen cake."

"Hey! Why did you have to bring this up? You're being really weird! Why would you carry 30 yen with you when you go out?"

"Huh? What can I do... Besides, that's 50 yen."

It's that stupid god...

They insisted that others bring so much.

Emma thought to herself.

Yang Wen believes: Isn't carrying all your belongings with you a basic skill?

"Hmph~ 50? You have the nerve to say that? I've never seen that much money since I was a child."

Hannah gave a soft hum.

"Hannah's childhood?"

Emma, however, picked up on some strange information.

Hannah did not respond immediately.

Emma even noticed that the other person's shoulders trembled.

The tremor was very slight.

It was so light that Emma wouldn't have noticed if the two of them hadn't been lying in the same bed.

"You let it slip."

After a while, Hannah began to speak slowly.

"I... am actually an abandoned baby, and I have been living with my younger sister since I was little."

Upon hearing these words, Emma's pupils contracted slightly, and she instinctively wanted to speak.

But she thought of the deity's actions of "expressing attitude through behavior".

So Emma swallowed all her words of comfort.

She just listened quietly.

When Hannah saw that Emma didn't reply, her expression relaxed a bit, and she continued talking to herself.

According to Hannah, she supported herself and her sister by scavenging and doing odd jobs when she was a child.

Until one day, Hannah found a comic book.

The protagonist of the comic is a rich young lady.

Although music can only be expressed through words, elegance through narration, and demeanor through black and white.

But Hannah became obsessed with it and couldn't stop.

So Hannah began to yearn for that rich girl from the comic book.

The young lady has beautiful clothes.

Hannah had no money to buy them, so she picked up old clothes and made them herself, stitch by stitch.

She imitated the pride and poise of the young lady from the comics, foolishly practicing her posture and verbal tics in front of the mirror.

The young lady played the piano very well, and she even picked up a broken piano for herself, learning the pieces that the protagonist had played.

"After that, it's a very cliché story: I would go out to scavenge and do odd jobs during the day, and practice piano at night. In my spare time, I would practice my tone and expression with my younger sister. Several times, I almost scared her to tears! She would say, 'This, this is not my gentlest older sister!'... Haha! Thinking about it now, it's really funny."

Hannah laughed wistfully.

"After the child got used to it, we often did this: I would play the piano here and learn how to be proud there. And my sister would sit there listening, pointing at me and laughing. Oh, and she even praised me for playing the piano better and better."

"The child's eyes seemed to light up when he watched me play the piano!"

Hannah raised her hand, looked at her five fingers, and smiled.

"At that time, I understood: Tono Hannah has always been her pride."

Emma listened to Hannah speak slowly and became unconsciously absorbed in the conversation.

But Hannah's expression darkened.

"but……"

Hannah said it was a deep winter night, and it was snowing heavily outside.

That night, they did what they always did: one played the instrument, and the other listened.

But the only listener suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Hannah touched her forehead; it was frighteningly hot.

"That night, I carried her on my back and ran like a madman through the snowy night."

Hannah completely forgot about the young lady's pride and manners.