My love simulation with them.

"Then, that... May I ask Senior Nanxiang to ask me for something?"

"Teach me how to play."

Nan Xiangshi, who had already said it for the second time, pointed to the guitar and spoke directly.

"Hey... hey? Nan, Nanxiang, are you also interested in guitars?"

"Yeah, so can Goto-san guide me to practice?"

The guitar was just an excuse to shorten the distance between Goto and Ichiri, but Nango in the simulator lied and didn't write drafts, and his face didn't turn red, deceiving the girl who was as easy to coax as a baby in front of him.

Evil... devil...

The sense of angel just now disappeared.

Goto Ichiri seems to be able to see the black air behind Nangoshi's hearty smile and the wings of a little devil.

"Practice...practice...is fine, but senior Nanxiang...your guitar..."

Ichisato Goto spoke cautiously.

Nan Xiangshi's hearty words came oncoming:

"Sorry, Goto-san, I don't have the money to buy a guitar for now. Can you lend me yours?"

"That, that... guitar score..."

"Let me think about it... If Goto-san has a ready-made guitar score, it would be better to lend it to me to practice."

"I have yes..."

"Then it's decided. Just take three or four hours a day to practice with me."

Nanxiang happily made a decision.

Three or four hours? !

Evil, devil...

Goto Ichiri shrank his head, lowered his fair and slender face timidly, not daring to raise his head.

Borrowing guitars, sheet music...it's not a big problem, but three or four hours a day...it's too self-talking, right?

"Is there a problem, Goto-san?"

Nan Xiang pretended to be caring for the patient at the end of his life, and his body pressed over.

Ask, the question is big...

After all, I, I have no obligation to teach you...

"Actually, I have a friend who is terminally ill. Before he died, he wanted to hear me play the guitar for him."

As if sensing Goto Ichisato's thoughts, Nango Toki spoke with a sad expression.

"Hey...hey? But...but..."

Although Senior Nanxiang is indeed handsome and sounds real, but it is absolutely nonsense...and three or four hours a day... I, I also have my own things to do...

"Then it's settled, please."

I haven't promised anything yet!

Looking at Nango with a happy expression, he decided for her, and Kazuto Goto wanted to muster up his courage.

But in the end, he was defeated by the reality of social terror, lowered his head, and faltered:

"No, no problem."

【Obviously, Goto Ichisato doesn't know the word evil. After being praised by you, the number one in the second grade, with a sincere expression, she can no longer refuse any request from you who already admires you. 】

【You are secretly annoyed, Goto Ichiri's weakness is beyond your expectation, maybe you can ask for more】

【You and Ichisato Goto became friends. 】

Volume 5: Chapter [-]. I am CPU you

"Phew—it took so much effort to just become friends?"

Temporarily breaking away from the simulation, Nango Toki let out a heavy breath, his eyes full of disbelief towards the creature Goto Ichiri.

Don't girls just leave it alone, and they will take the initiative to line up to send him love letters and chocolates?

Why is it so difficult to get here at Goto Ichiri?

Sure enough, it's because it's a two-dimensional heroine, right?

He glanced sideways at the time.

Lunch break is almost over.

Giving up on the idea of ​​going to the third shift of the year to take a look at Ichisato Goto during the lunch break, Nango refocused on the simulation.

[You became friends with Ichisato Goto, and you told her that the so-called teaching for three or four hours a day is actually just a joke, and it is enough for her to spare some time to instruct herself. 】

[Goto Ichisato was finally relieved after hearing these words, but behind this relief, there seemed to be some regrets unique to little girls. 】

[It's another new day, you wake up according to your usual schedule, and go to class as usual. 】

[Yesterday, the fact that you took the initiative to go to the third class of the first year to find Goto Ichisato seems to have spread among the student groups. Get along with marginal people and strike up a conversation. 】

[But you don't care. For you who have a high degree of self-discipline, other people's evaluations have nothing to do with you. 】

[The lunch break is coming as scheduled, you decide——]

[[-]. Go to an appointment and learn guitar]

[[-]. Learning guitar is just an excuse, Goto-san, please be my girlfriend!Let's get it right! 】

[[-]. Two-dimensional heroine is really hard to deal with, let's find other girls to play with]

[[-]. Personal simulation]

Nanxiang glanced roughly, and after confirming that it was a sub-question, he chose the first option.

After the previous contact with Goto Ichisato, he knew what kind of social terror this woman was.

There is no need to consider the sending proposition of the second option at all.

As for the third option...why does he keep thinking about playing with other girls?Sure enough, it's just a simulator, and it can't imitate my pure heart.

[You decided to learn guitar from Goto Ichisato, although the guitar is just an excuse for you to get in touch with Goto Ichisato, but you still feel that you have to go all out in everything rather than perfunctory.After all, if you get along with each other for a long time in the future, this is the performance of being responsible for your relationship with Ichisato Goto. 】

【You have been studying guitar hard for a week.And while studying, you don't forget to chat with Ichisato Goto. 】

[In the borrowed music room, you and Ichisato Goto chatted about everything. With your witty words, Ichisato Goto gradually forgot his nervousness, and he didn't strike up a conversation. 】

Memories begin to appear.

already

Ichisato Goto, who had already relaxed a bit after teaching Nango about the basic chord knowledge of the guitar for a week, said cautiously:

"That...Senior Nanxiang."

"what's up?"

In the eyes of Ichisato Goto, today's Nango Toki is still as dazzling as ever.

Against the afterglow of the sun, he held the guitar obliquely with his white palms, and there was an indescribable sense of concentration on his handsome face.

It seems that compared to the sun,

Let Goto Ichiri, who has always been used to hiding in dark and damp corners, feel ashamed.

She looked at her toes uneasily, and her fingers twitched unconsciously:

"Why, why did you ask me to learn guitar? Senior Nanxiang just clap your hands, there should be many girls who can play guitar willing to teach you in school, right?"

Yes.

Although I have been teaching Nango Toki for a week, Goto Ichisato still doesn't understand.

As Nanxiangshi is such a popular campus central figure, as long as he speaks, there should be many girls who have learned guitar willing to join him to teach him-not to mention two or three hours, even if it is more than ten hours, or even two hours. People studying one-on-one all night...not a problem, right?

Instead of being with someone like her who doesn't fit in and even has difficulty communicating...

Aren't there many, many suitable candidates?

She doesn't understand, so she wants to ask.

But just asking this question seems to have used all the courage and strength of the girl.

After she opened her mouth, she only dared to shrink her neck and lower her head, and she didn't even have the courage to look directly at Nanxiang.

"With people like Goto-san..."

It seems to have seen her thoughts.

Nanxiang put down his guitar and fell into deep thought.

Senior Nanxiang was thinking.Sure enough, you think I can't do it at all?

No... maybe it's better this way... instead of hanging out with buffoons like me... this week is enough fun.

Nango's silence at the time made Goto Ichiri, who was born with low self-esteem, plunged into deeper self-doubt.

There was an unspeakable sour feeling in my heart.

Social fear is a creature that is extremely good at self-harm.

They get carried away with joy at the approval of others.

It also hurts because of the hurt of others.

At this moment, Nanxiang spoke with a calm and sincere expression: "If I say, I just want to learn guitar with Goto-san?"

There is no falsehood in these words.

"Hey...?"

The cowardly Goto Ichiri shrank his head, obviously he did not expect to get such an answer.

"What's so surprising?"

Nan Xiangshi pressed his fingers on the guitar strings again: "Gold always shines. Goto-san plays the guitar so well, not to mention the fact that he is cute. In the future, there will always be people who are willing to know the outstanding performance of Goto-san. place."

"I, what's so good about me...?"

Goto Ichisato muttered this word in a low voice, and looked timidly at the boy in front of him from behind his bangs.

Nan Xiangshi's words of sincerity and without the slightest lie deeply moved her, who has been in a dark situation all year round and her life is colorless.

Social phobia, if you watch it in animation, it may really be a very interesting setting.

But no one has put themselves in the shoes of a person who truly has social phobia.

A great desire to communicate with others.

But deep in my heart, I was afraid of this kind of communication.

Afraid of causing discomfort to others, so I can only close my heart.

Tangled, contradictory, autistic.

Over time, it becomes taciturn, unable to communicate with others, and even makes others feel uncomfortable.

This long-standing sense of loneliness hovers in my heart all the year round, and the sky is also gloomy. I can only hide in the online world, practice guitar hard, and temporarily escape from reality, so as to obtain a little satisfaction of inner vanity.

She knows that many things in the online world are virtual, but that is her only social spiritual sustenance.

Self-abased and self-pity, but self-pity.

After communicating with her for a week, Nanxiang knew that this was Goto Ichisato, the main tone of her life of extreme panic.

Difficult woman!

"So, how about letting me be the first person to know Goto-san?"

So, in the sunlight, he stretched out his hand to the timid Goto Ichiri who was curled up in the shadows.

hesitate.

Lengthy hesitation and silence.

Just as Nan Xiangshi sighed inwardly, wondering whether he had acted too hastily.