I'm the heroine of a love game in a comic book

Asahi Shimbun

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and only one or two offices in the building had lights on.

Takada stretched and finally finished his overtime work.

He turned around and said to his colleague who was still working hard in front of the computer:

"Yuecheng, why haven't you finished get off work yet? Don't forget that you have an interview tomorrow."

"I know, I'll be fine soon."

Seeing that she didn't even raise her head, Takada didn't say much.

The junior who just joined the company two years ago has now secured many exclusive interviews with his excellent abilities. Promotion and salary increase are just around the corner. Why should he care about what others do? Just showing his appreciation is enough.

When leaving, he pretended to pass by her seat casually. Takata couldn't help but be amazed. It is convenient for beautiful women to be reporters. They can get any difficult interview.

After a brief greeting, Xuejian directed the mouse to move downwards after her colleague left, revealing the information she was actually looking at.

[Report on the correlation between the number of deaths in Tokyo and a certain game in the past three years]

She slid the mouse gently, and the cold light of the computer screen reflected on her glasses.

*

As the first reporter to get an exclusive interview with Yukimura Seiichi, Tsukishiro Yukie naturally made sufficient preparations.

After entering the studio and taking a quick look, Yuecheng Xuejian began to profile as usual.

The entire studio is spotless, with painting supplies neatly arranged into categories, without any of the unruly stereotypes of artists. The leaves of the plants on the balcony are still covered with water droplets, which means they have just been watered.

This is a person with high self-discipline, strong professional ability, and strict boundaries in interactions with others.

It is not easy to get his approval.

The agent led Xuejian to the reception room, where Yukimura Seiichi had been waiting for a long time.

Perhaps because he was in his own studio and was just working, he was only wearing a simple white cashmere sweater, which blurred his sharp features and made him look gentle and homely.

Xuejian hurried over and extended her hand with a smile, "Hello Mr. Yukimura, I am Tsukishiro Xuejian, and I am honored that you would accept my interview."

Unexpectedly, the handsome young man chuckled, "Ms. Yuecheng, you don't remember me."

"?"

Seeing Xuejian's puzzled expression, Yukimura Seiichi stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point:

"Five years ago, you were admitted to Jinjing General Hospital, and I drew your portrait at that time."

The deliberately buried memories rushed out from the locked room. Xuejian pondered for a while and suddenly said,

"Ah, you're the junior high school student who plays tennis."

Xuejian remembered. Six years ago, when she was hospitalized for surgery, there was a very handsome boy in the bed next to her. They became familiar with each other quickly, probably because they shared the same illness.

Later, she recovered and was discharged from the hospital, but Seiichi Yukimura had to prepare for surgery, and the two never contacted each other again.

"At that time, Ms. Tsukishiro said that her future goal was to become a lawyer, but she ended up being a journalist. I was shocked when I received the email signed by your name."

Xuejian smiled, it seemed that she got this interview thanks to her fellow patients.

"I changed my choice because of something..."

Xuejian's smile faded a little. After completing the game, she changed her major to journalism. Because only by becoming a reporter can she get in touch with more players and obtain game information.

"Indeed, sometimes fate plays tricks on us, and it is beyond human control."

Yukimura Seiichi agreed, his tone relaxed, as if he was just going along with it.

But if I remember correctly, Yukimura Seiichi was a tennis player, so how did he start doing art?

Recalling the information that had been briefly mentioned in the file, that he was forced to quit the school team due to injury in middle school, Xue Jian said:

"But a painter fits your temperament. I think a painter needs to have a free mind and eyes that can see beauty. I have always felt that Yukimura-kun is a sensitive and gentle person."

Looking back now, it was Yukimura Seiichi who spoke to her first. He probably saw that she had no desire to survive, so he kept trying to keep her talking.

Yukimura Seiichi smiled. He was not the kind of guy who was extroverted and overly cheerful, but Xuejian felt that, although the curve was exactly the same, the smile now was not the polite smile at the beginning.

"Then let's start the interview."

*

The interview was completed smoothly and both parties were very satisfied. Before leaving, Yukimura casually asked to add contact information so that we could have a gathering with fellow patients someday.

What a unique reason for a party, Xuejian agreed.

After receiving the interview manuscript, I was busy for a few more days. After submitting the manuscript, I went through the editor-in-chief's ridiculous revision suggestions, and then I rewrote it and submitted it again. Finally, the task was completed.

A new message came in on line.

[Ms. Tsukishiro:

Thank you for your care during the last interview. I apologize for your mistakes. I wonder if you are free this Friday night. If you are free, can you have dinner with me? I am very sorry for making this request. I wish you a happy life.

Yukimura Seiichi]

Good, what a standard diplomatic etiquette! Xuejian couldn't help but smile.

After thinking about it and realizing that she didn't have any plans for Friday, Xuejian replied:

[okay]

I felt a little regretful after sending it. Was I too casual? Should I also send a long list of greetings before agreeing at the end?

Just when I was about to withdraw it, it showed as read:

[OK^_^]

So cute... It feels like a feline licked my palm.

On Friday night, Yukimura Seiichi was already waiting downstairs at the newspaper office. He was dressed more formally this time, and when he saw Xuejian, he immediately came over, took the bag and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

When Xuejian saw Yukimura, she was stunned and could hardly control her expression for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Yukimura Seiichi immediately noticed its abnormality and asked.

Xuejian shook her head and said, "Nothing." It was just that there was someone who once waited for her downstairs after get off work.

The restaurant they booked was not far from the newspaper office, and the two chatted as they walked. When they passed Ginza, workers were putting up huge posters on the building.

[Battle before and after death ~ Restart your life]

Following Yukie's gaze, Yukimura Seiichi saw the poster and said casually, "This game seems to be very popular in the past two years."

"Yeah, who doesn't want to live again?" Xuejian said faintly.

"I heard that this game was initially linked to a well-known comic, and now it has developed more high-tech content. Wearing a helmet can access the player's brain memories, allowing the player to return to the moment when he or she was most regretful and make up for the past."

The game is no longer just for players who like the 2D world, it is targeting a larger market.

Yukimura Seiichi seemed to be thinking about something. It seemed that Tsukishiro Yukie didn't like this game very much.

"You seem to know a lot about this game."

Xuejian shrugged, "It's just a journalist's occupational disease."

French cuisine was chosen for dinner. Both of them were well-travelled people and were very fond of French cuisine, so they soon started chatting.

"One time, a large group of your teammates came and woke me up."

A trace of nostalgia crossed Yukimura Seiichi's face, "Kirhara is usually more confused."

The most memorable French meal was when she was a gypsy student and Vermouth ate and drank openly. Later, when she was with Akai Shuichi, he also made her an American hamburger, although it was a simple version.

Why do I keep thinking about things in the game lately? Xuejian pressed her temples.

Looking at the smiling Yukimura Seiichi in front of her, it turned out that she met someone from the past who brought her back to that memory.

Yukimura Seiichi is a good tree hole, Xuejian suddenly thought.

He was good at keeping secrets and giving advice, and even if you weren't his friend, you wouldn't be wary of him.

For some unknown reason, Xuejian asked, "Yukimura-kun, if you were given a chance, would you play that game and change your life?"

She buried her head and pretended to fight the snail. "Sometimes I wonder if my life ended when I was twenty. I still am... I am actually in the game now, and everyone is an NPC."

After she was removed from the game and woke up again, she was declared that the operation was a success and she would be discharged from the hospital after a few more tests.

It really feels like a dream.

As expected, Yukimura Seiichi did not comment on her mumbling and said, "Give me your hand."

Xuejian extended her hand, and Yukimura Seiichi took her hand and pinched his arm.

"Ouch, that hurts." A cunning look flashed across his eyes.

"It's real, not an NPC." He said seriously.

Xuejian quickly withdrew her hand, "How can this be possible?"

Did he really not mean it? What about the sense of propriety between people, Xuejian cried in her heart.

"Will you be happier now?" Yukimura asked.

Xuejian's heart suddenly calmed down again.

Sure enough, he doesn't ask the reason, doesn't make random suggestions, and doesn't ask if you are mentally ill. It is very comfortable to get along with him.

Xuejian remembered the psychiatrist's advice and felt it was very necessary to make friends with this person.

I feel like chatting with Yukimura Seiichi is like sucking a cat. When I get tired, I just take a big puff.

Xuejian began to look at him carefully.

Just like when he was in junior high school, he preferred a slightly curly hairstyle that reached his neck, but unlike those trendy artists who had their hair messy, his blue hair was kept very neatly styled.

Although he is now engaged in indoor work, he still pays attention to exercise. When I pinched his arm just now, the flesh was not pinched at all, and the thin layer of muscle was tightly attached to the skeleton.

He has good social connections. Xuejian has seen his updates on Line. He still keeps in touch with his teammates from junior high school and they often get together.

Moreover, they had something in common. They were in the same boat, and the other party had long wanted to leave, so he could provide her with some experience.

This is exactly the same as the friend template recommended by the doctor! It’s even a higher-end version!

Why are you still hesitating? Xuejian grabbed Yukimura Seiichi's hand and said energetically:

"Yukimura-kun, please date me. I'm willing to pay."

"!" This was the silent cry of Seiichi Yukimura.

"Pah" This is the fork that was dropped by the people at the next table when they heard the gossip.

Feeling the gazes from all directions, Yukimura's expression almost couldn't hold back. He coughed lightly and said tactfully:

"Ms. Yuecheng, are we moving too fast?"

He pulled his hand back and was surprised to find that the other person was standing still and still holding his hand tightly.

Haven't I been exercising enough lately?

Seiichi Yukimura began to doubt himself.

But Tsukishiro Xuejian looked very expectant. Although I didn't know why he suddenly proposed a relationship, it was still very happy that his plan ended before it even began and the result was as expected.

So he relaxed his body and watched Yuecheng Xuejian crash into the airline box he had prepared for her, which he had not yet opened.

"Besides, you don't have to pay to date me."