Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady
Chapter 62 - 54. I’ve said it long ago, things are far from simple.

Chapter 62: 54. I’ve said it long ago, things are far from simple.

He hadn’t received a reply all night.

If it had been Hanaoka Chaozi and Mayi Asuka, Dubian Che would have chosen to give up, but now he was dealing with Yuzao Haomei—a relationship that money could buy—so he decided to persist a bit longer.

As far as Yuzao Haomei was concerned, the system’s activity didn’t limit the means he could use. If money could solve the problem smoothly, then all the better; if not, he would find another way.

However, no matter what, Dubian Che had no intention of lying to her or deceiving the feelings of Jiutiao Meijie or anyone else—that was another question, whether he could deceive Jiutiao Meijie.

Besides, reconciling with Yuzao Haomei came with a "giant life risk" as warned by the system. Recklessly persisting would only destroy himself.

There was another point, the most important one, "Tokyo hotties" shouldn’t play with women’s emotions.

Although as ’Suffering Jiutiao for a long time,’ he wished to take his revenge sooner, since there was no immediate life-threatening danger, a delay was fine.

If he truly couldn’t take his revenge, he would just have to resign himself to actually marrying into her family.

By that time, Jiutiao Meijie would bear him four children, and during this period, he could try to usurp the family fortune.

...

"I still haven’t shaken off the habit of wildly speculating first thing in the morning."

Dubian Che shook his head, began to wash up, but still couldn’t free himself from his encumbering thoughts.

He decided not to lift dumbbells today but to go running instead, preparing to clear his muddled brain with the wind.

He put on his headphones, where classic Spanish sentences of his own choosing played.

Covering 2 kilometers from "Shibuya Station" to "Shinjuku Imperial Garden," Dubian Che jogged along Shinjuku Avenue while practicing pronunciation.

"No he estado nunca en España, pero tengo muchas ganas de ir."

I’ve never been to Spain, but I really want to go.

"Cómo se dice esto en inglés?"

How do you say this in English?

"Podría hablar más despacio?"

Could you speak a little slower?

...

On the last day of May, at six o’clock, it was already broad daylight, and the air was so fresh it almost rivaled his rural hometown.

The sky was like the blue water of a swimming pool, while the clouds resembled the bubbles of bath foam, their simple combination making everything seem vivid and innocent.

If Kiyono Lin were to describe it, it would be "like Dick Bruna’s paintings"—Dubian Che only knew that Bruna was a famous Dutch artist, but he wasn’t sure about the specific paintings.

"Huff, huff." He breathed heavily, feeling an inexplicable exhilaration all over his body.

This was his body sending messages of joy: "Dubian, you are definitely becoming something impressive, step by step," making him feel like he had become Forrest Gump, running through his own life.

His brain began to clear, his thoughts gradually becoming coherent.

’That’s right, not only do I need to keep striving for my dreams like Gatsby and become a remarkable man, but also, like Forrest Gump, no matter when, where, or with whom I am, I must remain unchanged, upholding the integrity of a "Tokyo hottie" and do what I ought to do.’

Dubian Che, who had abandoned the despicable idea of marrying into and usurping a family fortune and felt as if his soul had been elevated, believed he could run non-stop from Tokyo Shinjuku all the way back to his home in Iwate Prefecture.

[You have one new mail]

[Stamina: 4→5]

Ten minutes later, Dubian Che arrived at Akiba Shrine in front of Shinjuku Imperial Garden, considering that his plan to run from Tokyo Shinjuku back to his Iwate Prefecture hometown might need further deliberation.

Having bought a sandwich and milk from a breakfast cart near the Shrine, Dubian Che sat on the Shrine steps, took a sip of milk, bit into his ham sandwich,

and after eating half, relieving his hunger, he placed the milk carton on the step and took out his phone.

He didn’t send another message to Yuzao Haomei.

If she replied to him, he would discuss the monetary transaction with her, if not, then this matter would be concluded.

The same went for Hanaoka Chaozi and Mayi Asuka—if it came down to only deceiving others’ feelings, he would have no choice but to give up.

But before giving up, he would try his best to find other methods to achieve the goal of dating.

If it went well, good; if not, then that was the end of it.

As someone who strived like Gatsby, lived purely like Forrest Gump, and played love games like a "Tokyo hottie," Dubian Che believed that someday, even without deceiving any girl’s feelings, he would find a way to handle Jiutiao Meijie.

"Ayako, where are you at?"

"Can’t make it."

Honma Ayako immediately sent a rabbit emoji with tears as big as fists.

"What the heck? I specifically woke up early and waited at the station," joked Dubian Che, although he felt a sense of regret inside.

To put it in light novel terms, Honma Ayako was his childhood friend. Although they didn’t really play together when they were in the village, after leaving it, they subconsciously treated each other as family and the best of friends.

Even without much interaction, they thought about looking out for each other and also trusted one another.

Dubian Che didn’t quite understand this psychology that went against his subjective will and decided to ask Kiyono Lin about it when he had the chance.

"I told you before, right? I joined the Wind Instrument Club in high school, and the Minister said we need to train to perform at the school’s baseball games."

Honma Ayako sent another screenshot, which showed her chat with someone saved as "Minister Hikawa."

The chat time was 6 AM, and the content was about gathering at 9:30 AM on the school ground and to remember to bring the instruments.

"Next time then," replied Dubian Che.

"My three-day weekend—" The wail that followed was capped off with an emoji strangling a rabbit.

Can you spare the rabbits, please? They’re so cute and delicious.

After finishing his sandwich, Dubian Che headed to the train station, ready to take a train back to his rented apartment.

On the way, he really wanted to send a message to Kiyono Lin to brag a bit and talk about the insights and growth he had experienced during his run.

But since he didn’t have her contact details, he could only wait until school next week.

When he arrived at the bottom of his rented apartment building, it was just time for the broadcast of radio exercises by the Island Country Broadcasting Association, and he joined in with the elementary school kids nearby.

Afterward, he took a shower and seriously started working on the midterm exam papers for the second and third years of high school that he had gotten from Xiaoquan Aonai.

As he was immersed in solving the problems, his phone, set on silent, began to buzz.

"What’s up?" It was Yuzao Haomei.

"Can we talk face to face?"

About a minute later, Yuzao Haomei replied, "At 10 o’clock, in front of the Kekai Jialai store on Shibuya Center Street."

"Kekai Jialai? What place is that?"

The name was so weird.

"Come if you want."

Dubian Che looked at the clock, with enough time to finish the math problems in his hands, so he didn’t rush to get ready.

Once he finished the math problems, corrected them, and sorted out the simple calculus mistakes, Dubian Che then changed into a white shirt and light brown casual pants.

All his clothes were bought in the small town in the countryside, always feeling very much in sync with his name "Dubian Che," as if they breathed a distinctly Showa era vibe from the 1950s.

Thankfully, he was good-looking enough to pull it off.

At the part-time job he had before, girls had asked him if his clothes were from a trendy Harajuku store, which was like his messy yet fashionable hairstyle.

Catching the train to Shibuya Center Street, Dubian Che realized "Kekai Jialai" was a drugstore. A three-story shop, selling medications, cosmetics, face masks, snacks, and baby products.

Waiting at the entrance for five minutes, the arrival of Yuzao Haomei, who had eagerly donned a miniskirt at the beginning of summer, came from the direction of the station.

A white trendy T-shirt tucked into her denim skirt showed off her slender waist, and the loose fit looked exceptionally fashionable.

Her fair face had light makeup, and her lips were glossy and moisturized.

She crossed her arms and asked impatiently, "What’s up?"

"You—"

"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells..." The attention-drawing "Jingle Bells" suddenly started playing, making Dubian Che’s face sour.

Although he wanted to ignore it and continue speaking with Yuzao Haomei, he had to take the call.

"Where are you now?"

On the other end of the phone was the murderous voice of Jiutiao Meijie.