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

Xue Jian tentatively replied: "Actually, neither of you are..."

"Um?!"

"Nothing, nothing."

Although I had anticipated this day, I didn't expect it to come so soon.

Xuejian sighed inwardly, her eyes moving back and forth between the two of them, before finally gently pushing away Yukimura Seiichi's hand and bowing slightly.

"I'm sorry, Yukimura-kun."

Yukimura Seiichi's hand stopped in mid-air, and his smile faded. He was not a person who liked to smile much, but he kept the smile on his face just to make Yukishiro Yukino, who always looked sad, feel more relaxed when they were with him and to leave a good impression on him.

He glanced over and saw Yanagawa Takashi heaving a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

You are not sure of winning, so I still have a chance, Yukimura Seiichi thought.

He seldom gave up anything, but every time he lost something, he was heartbroken. When he was fifteen, he had a serious illness and lost almost everything. The only thing he got was the comfort of the beautiful older sister in the bed next to him.

At that time, only those who are equally hopeless will sympathize with each other.

Yuecheng Xuejian had never been gentle and docile, especially during the years she was hospitalized. Every time her teammates came in large numbers, no matter how careful they were, they would inevitably make noise, and then Yuecheng Xuejian would drive them away fiercely.

Yukimura Seiichi apologized on their behalf.

"No need to apologize, it's none of your business." Tsukishiro Yukie closed the "Six Codes" and placed the thick book on her knees - Yukimura Seiichi felt like it could break her legs.

She turned her head to look at Yukimura Seiichi, and for some reason there was a hint of interest in the corner of her eyes, looking at him as if he were a monkey. "It's not easy for you to slowly adjust to your own collapse while pretending to be calm and comforting your teammates. I saw that you were tired, so I drove them away."

Yukimura Seiichi was slightly surprised, but said calmly, "Ms. Tsukishiro, I don't understand what you are saying."

Tsukishiro Yukimi played with her hair and her smile grew wider, making Yukimura Seiichi feel that she had been watching a monkey show performed by a few boys for the past few days and now she had to comment on it.

"When I was your age, I also thought that I would recover one day. I had many friends at that time, and they would come to see me every now and then. But later they all left because we had nothing to talk about." Yuecheng Xuejian said lightly.

……

Yukimura Seiichi silently calculated that if what she said was true, he had been ill since his teens and had been hospitalized until now, he might really have nothing to talk about with his friends. Imagine a person who drinks medicine and undergoes examinations day after day in front of an empty room, while his peers go to school, take exams, and go on school trips. How could they have time to visit you and be with you?

Yukimura Seiichi clenched his hands tightly under the quilt and said, I...can't let this happen.

Yuecheng Xuejian seemed to see through him.

"You may not have reached that point, but it's impossible for you to become a professional like your friends. Don't you feel uncomfortable hearing them talk about tennis all the time?"

"So it's better not to let them come and provoke you."

Tsukishiro Yukie concluded.

This sister is really outspoken, Yukimura thought.

Even the doctor was so tactful. Was it because her own ambitions had already been decided and so she thought it didn't matter to others?

Yukimura Seiichi took a deep breath and managed to cheer himself up: "Thank you for the reminder, senior, but as long as I can still pick up the racket, I will definitely return to the court."

The golden eyes stared at him without blinking, as if what he said was difficult to understand, as if a small animal was trying to decipher its master's command.

Being looked at by such a face, Yukimura Seiichi unconsciously tensed up his nerves.

Yuecheng Xuejian turned her head away and said, "Ah, that's me being nosy. Sorry."

I felt disappointed for a moment and wanted those eyes to continue looking at me.

From then on, the one who took the initiative to talk became Yukimura Seiichi.

But he still failed.

He picked up his racket and returned to the court, but he failed.

At this time, Tsukishiro Yukimi had recovered and was discharged from the hospital and returned home, and Yukimura Seiichi felt that he had no face to look for her.

He broke his promise.

The next time he heard about Tsukishiro Yukie was when the downfall of her father, Chief Justice Tsukishiro, appeared in the newspapers. Yukimura Seiichi then realized that her major was not law, but journalism.

Thinking about that thick "Complete Book of Six Codes", he did not give up studying even when he was seriously ill, but in the end he did not become a lawyer or a judge.

Did she also give up her ideals?

Yukimura Seiichi subconsciously clenched his right hand. In fact, he seldom thought about the lies he made when he was young, and he rarely recalled those dark years. He also likes playing tennis now, and he goes to the club to play two games every week. It's just a bit sad to see that people who are equally stubborn in pursuing their dreams have not achieved them.

They were both a bit unlucky.

*

"Is there really no chance at all?" asked Seiichi Yukimura.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishiro Yukimi kept bowing, "Actually, I've wanted to say this for a long time. It was a misunderstanding that day. Someone suggested that I should make more friends. I wanted to say please be my friend that day, but it was just a slip of the tongue... I'm really sorry."

Of course I know, I knew it a long time ago, Yukimura thought.

Your psychiatrist and Kirihara-kun were high school classmates, so how could the truth not reach my ears?

I didn't expect that you were still immersed in that nightmare.

"Have I helped you during this time?"

"Yeah." Xuejian nodded and looked at Yukimura Seiichi without blinking.

Yukimura Seiichi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's enough. Xuejian, next time we meet, we won't be lovers anymore."

Tsukishiro Yukimi just breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could catch her breath, she heard Yukimura Seiichi say, "I will pursue you again."

Come on, brother, why are you banging your head against the wall? Do you think I'm a world beauty pageant champion? That's not a big deal.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke beside him took a step forward and stood in front of Xue Mei: "How dare you."

Yukimura Seiichi crossed his arms and said frivolously, "Mr. Yanagawa is too narrow-minded. Miss Xuejian has always had many suitors. You have no tolerance at all. You will faint from anger sooner or later."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked like he wanted to knock him out first.

Tsukishiro Yukie hurriedly reached out to grab Rashomon, but Rashomon immediately withdrew his hand when he touched Yukie's skin and replaced it with Akutagawa Ryunosuke's own hand.

"Goodbye, Xuejian."

Genichirō Sanada had been waiting downstairs for a long time. When he saw Yukimura Seiichi come out unharmed, he complained, "Why did you call me out all of a sudden? I rushed here as soon as I dropped my racket, and I thought something had happened to you."

Yukimura walked up to Sanada and punched his chest, then said nonchalantly, "Nothing, I just want to ask for your help on how to chase girls."

Genichirō Sanada blurted out, "You, you still need to chase?"

"No way." Yukimura Seiichi looked up at the sky, his washed jeans draped over his slender legs. He leaned against Sanada's car, his youthful energy emanating from his figure. He pretended not to notice the girl secretly photographing him by the telephone pole, and said to himself, "You can't underestimate your love rival."

=====

Very good, one problem is solved, but there is still one problem left.

Since there were no outsiders around, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's face turned cold. He sat back on the sofa without even looking at Xuejian.

You are not the same person who just ignored Rashomon and held hands secretly.

But this day will come sooner or later, Xuejian said to herself.

Since Akutagawa Ryunosuke can come to me, other characters may not be able to do so. What if the same thing happens again? What if someone stops me on the street and asks me "How come you are still alive?" What should I do?

Sooner or later, these four people will know each other's existence, and will realize how selfish they are, playing them in the palm of their hands just to save their own lives.

So, let's start with Akutagawa Ryunosuke and confess everything.

After all, I don't like living in a muddle-headed way, pretending that everything is going well.

"Akutagawa-kun, actually I didn't tell the whole truth last time. You're not the only one I've conquered."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's mind went blank for a second. Miss, what do you mean, there is more?

"several."

Xue Jian closed her eyes and could not bear to watch any longer. She said sadly, "Including you, that's four."

"...Tell me your names." I'm going to assassinate them now.

………………

After telling these love stories, Xuejian drank a large glass of water. Seeing Akutagawa Ryunosuke standing in a daze, with a look of shock and disbelief, she smiled self-deprecatingly.

"You are unlucky to meet me."

But I definitely don't regret it. Even if you kill me now to vent your anger, I have lived for several more years, and my work for the game is not in vain.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stood up angrily and walked away with big strides.

It would be better if you all just left. Why are you hanging on this crooked tree of mine?

Xuejian opened a bottle of whiskey for herself, planning to recall her short but remarkable life tonight.

*

After that, Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Yukimura Seiichi were nowhere to be seen for several days.

Xuejian felt that she had returned to being single and started working overtime again.

It is impossible not to work overtime. If you don't work overtime, how can your boss know that he spent money to hire you? You have to make your boss feel that you are getting value for money.

——The above are the boss’s original words.

If you don’t want to work anymore, go back and inherit the family business/Forget it, just treat it as an experience of life. Xuejian was jumping back and forth between these two moods and worked overtime with gritted teeth.

I feel a little pain in my neck and shoulders recently. I wonder if I’m being entangled by “flies and bugs”? Xuejian rubbed her shoulders.

No, this is not a curse back to the world, there is no curse spirit. So she made an appointment at a massage parlor and planned to relax.

It was a rare occasion that she got off work on time, and Xue Jian left without looking back, facing the murderous gaze of her boss.

The streets of Shibuya were crowded with people. People handing out flyers stood at the intersection and kept "Private Marseille". Girls with their uniform skirts rolled up to their knees were carrying shopping bags with their friends, discussing going to a newly opened tea shop.

In order to avoid the scout who was chasing her, Xuejian lowered her head and jogged, but bumped into the arms of a passerby.

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay." The passerby in black haori slightly moved aside, supported her steadily, and quickly let go of her hand, very gentlemanly.

Seeing that the appointment time was approaching, Xuejian said thank you again and left in a hurry.

After walking a few steps forward, Zenin Naoya suddenly turned around to look for the figure just now.

But the reckless girl had disappeared in the crowd.

I must have seen it wrong. Tokyo is so big, how could we meet everyone at once?

Besides, it is unknown what the guy called "System" will say.

Zenin Naoya smiled self-deprecatingly and wandered aimlessly on the street.

I have met thousands of people along the way, but none of them was you.