Are you, as meal replacement users, ready for the consequences?

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Yes, this is a gift from the lamp.

I'm sorry for causing her trouble these past few days, but to ruin someone's feelings like this... It's terrible, I absolutely can't do that.

Ningzi chose to write in her notebook:

I'm going out! I'll be back soon! If I come back early, I'll put the notebook away and won't let you see this message!

Ningzi spread the key out on the table, found the spare key in her pocket from that day, skillfully turned the lock three times, and went out.

boom--

Inside the room, a soap opera was playing on the television, and a teddy bear was tossed on the sofa.

It's as if it's watching TV.

Ch36. Ring, Ningzi and the Sleeping Bassist

"The weather is so nice, I can't believe it rained so hard yesterday."

Wearing her sister's wooden clogs, Ningzi jumped from one puddle to another.

She was helping Yunduo destroy the evidence of her crying.

While I'm very grateful for Mu's contributions to the family, it's definitely too boring to be home alone.

Mutual harmony! Mutual harmony! Mutual harmony! What is Mutual harmony doing now?

Ningzi pondered Mu's matter as she walked towards Ring.

She wanted to go find Lixi.

I apologize for my rudeness the day before yesterday.

And thank you for her all-out rescue efforts. Without Lixi... I might never have seen my sister again.

She is truly a kind-hearted and good girl.

However, thanks to taking the medicine and Zisha pottery, I'm much more normal now!

In Ningzi's amber eyes, a barely perceptible deep blue trembled.

……

Having rushed over without having lunch, Wakaba Mutsu stood at the entrance of the Toyokawa residence and knocked uncertainly on the door.

She was carrying a bag of bento boxes, with a fruit platter on top of them.

She has knocked on the door countless times since ten minutes ago, but has received no response.

But she could clearly hear the television in her house.

"Are you asleep?"

Xiangzi asked Ningzi to take care of him for a while, and they would go to take care of some things after Xiangzi got off work.

But Ningzi isn't opening the door for her now, refusing to let her in.

It's okay, as long as Ningzi is home.

After a moment's thought, Mu chose to lean against the wooden door and close his eyes to rest.

It's quite nice to just quietly wait for Ningzi like this.

Wakaba Mutsumi stood in the corridor gazing at the distant scenery, a bag of food tossed aside.

Is it just my imagination? It looks like there's a little blue cat splashing in puddles in the distance.

so cute.

……

"I never thought that after dying halfway here, I wouldn't be stopped again."

Ningzi slipped into Ring hiding behind two female high school students, but she didn't see the landlady who had witnessed the incident that day.

That's fine, it saves me the trouble of explaining to her.

"Go find Lixi, but will she come to work today, Saturday?"

Ningzi lingered in the coffee shop for a long time; the waitress was a girl she didn't recognize.

I wasn't too disappointed when I didn't find it, after all...

Seeing other people's Zisha pottery and such makes it normal to not feel like working.

"A cup of Earl Grey tea, please."

Xiangzi had given himself pocket money, though it wasn't much, or even pitifully little, but it was enough to afford a cup of tea.

I feel a bit embarrassed if I come to someone's shop and don't order anything.

Ningzi found the seat she had been sitting in on the day of the incident. There was a very obvious hole in the armrest of the chair that Deng had been sitting in, as if it had been knocked off.

"What were they thinking when they lit the lamp?"

Ningzi carefully touched the gap.

We met because of a false memory, and it's only been a week. Why do you have such strong feelings for me?

Even when saving me, he disregarded his own health.

"Is she using me as a substitute for Xiangzi?"

This idea sent a shiver down Ningzi's spine.

I feel a little disappointed.

Ningzi sat in the chair that Deng had once sat in, reminiscing about the week she had spent with Deng.

In the classroom, in the music room, in the astronomy club, are those heartfelt confessions between two pathetic guys who are just venting to each other?

Hmm, I feel a little uncomfortable.

There's only a tiny bit.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

With her right hand supporting her head, Ningzi waited impatiently for the waiter to bring her that damned Earl Grey tea.

Why is this damn black tea taking so long? Was it air-freighted from England?

"Calm down, calm down, what's there to be angry about, Ningzi? You need to relax."

You are a normal person now, so don't dwell on what happened when you were abnormal in the past.

You can't expect someone who doesn't know you to develop a deep bond with you in a short period of time.

Her feelings for you are genuine, and that's enough. She's truly a good friend to you, isn't that enough? Don't worry about why she's acting this way towards you...

[You wanted to kill her, didn't you? Because her love for you wasn't pure enough, because she lied to you, she used you as a substitute for food, and she actually liked Xiangzi more than you.]

"Who is it! Who is there!"

Ningzi looked around in surprise and doubt. She was a normal person now, and normal people couldn't hear hallucinations.

Someone was talking to her.

The only living person in sight was the black-haired girl sitting at the opposite table, wearing an ugly black punk vest and a gaudy outfit.

Yes, is that girl? It's her!

You damned villain! How could you say that about my light?!

The memories… even though they're fake, what about my feelings for her…?

Meal replacements and such are not real; they won't be like that.

No...

We were so happy together, and she cared about me so much, how could she just treat me like a meal replacement...?

Ningzi walked towards the girl who was sleeping on the table. The ends of the girl's hair were slightly curled up. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, Ningzi could already smell the scheming in her.

and many more…

what am i doing?

He sat down opposite the girl, and the moment Toyokawa Ningko's back touched the back of the chair, an icy chill crept up her spine and into her brainstem.

What was I thinking just now...?

I'm a normal person, a normal person... What I just heard was an auditory hallucination... no... I was just talking to myself.

Yes, it was me speaking, that wasn't... that couldn't be a hallucination.

Ningzi shook her head a few times, trying to get rid of all the strange thoughts that had just crossed her mind.

"So, should I go back now and sit across from them? It's so weird."

Won't people think I'm mentally ill?

No, I'm a normal person. I won't let my sister worry anymore. I'm human. I'm Toyokawa Ningko, who has always wanted to be human...

breathe--

breathe--

"It seems there are still some problems, but at least it's much better than before."

Ningzi, take it slow. Don't let your thoughts become extreme. Don't speculate maliciously. Don't overthink. Look at something else to distract yourself.

Ningzi looked around stiffly, but finally her gaze settled on the girl sitting not far in front of her.

She lay there quietly, resting.

She lay on the table, unclaimed.

Several minutes have passed since I came in.

Several minutes have passed, and no one has come to claim it.

No one has come to claim it.

Ningzi swallowed hard; she felt that the sound she made was extremely loud.

this moment…

This sleeping girl seems to belong to me.

"Hey, are you the keyboardist? I've been waiting for an hour."

The girl with long black hair suddenly raised her head, and a hint of helplessness could be discerned in her tone.

"Wow, oh, a keyboardist?"

"Huh? Didn't you make plans with me a week in advance? You said your band's bassist ran away."

"what…"

Toyokawa Ningko blinked; before her mind could process what had happened, her mouth had already started talking:

"it's me."

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Chapter 37. I'm starting!

"Is this the band you were talking about?"

Yawata Kairin adjusted her five-string bass, staring helplessly at Ningzi.

They promised to ask me for help, but not only was there no appointment for the rehearsal room, but not all the band members showed up... no, only this slightly awkward little blue-haired guy showed up.

In the end, I had to find the venue myself, but the boss looked at me strangely.

It's like watching a middle-aged man saving a wayward girl.

"Yes, yes, I..."

Ningzi nervously tugged at the hem of her skirt.

What band? What keyboardist? I'm not, and I don't have any! Why did I subconsciously respond to this guy?

Was it because I suddenly sat down that I felt guilty?

Wiping the sweat from his cheeks with the back of his hand, Ningzi grinned, racking his brains for a solution.

A famous speaker with a mustache once said that if you want to convince someone of your words during a speech, you need to stare at them until they give in!