Vili: ?
“Originally, any one of these three people could have been the key to solving the Asami family’s problems.”
"But the original owner... also had his own ulterior motives at his father's request."
In short, he has some...unrealistic self-perceptions.
The world has a highly developed cultural level, with all kinds of works flourishing, among which melodramatic novels occupy a large market share.
For example, stories about real and fake young masters or adopted sons and daughters getting their comeuppance and achieving a dramatic reversal of fortune...
By the way, this is the type of movie that Miri Asami likes to watch the most.
"But Asami Haruki should be his younger brother, who shares the same parents."
He doesn't believe it.
As if it knew the host would ask this question, the system answered quickly.
"..."
Willie took a deep breath, turned into a glass of water, took a sip, and finally calmed down.
"Okay, go on."
"So he also had similar fantasies..."
"For example, all three young masters fall in love with him, and they embark on a torturous love story, complete with the jealousy and scheming of a wicked younger brother, and the parents' sudden realization of their mistakes..."
Vili began to feel fortunate that he had never liked receiving the original owner's memories, so that such thoughts wouldn't harm his eyes.
"Furthermore, he had never heard of a novel-like profession like the 'Evening Master' while he was abroad. Upon returning to China, he learned that it was his family's heritage, and that he himself had the talent for it. Doesn't this sound like the script of a chosen protagonist?"
"Okay, okay..."
Looking at the darkening sky outside, Willie stretched and listened to this as a bedtime story.
"Then why is he in such a hurry? When I first came into this world, I heard Asami Shinichi say that the transfer procedures were completed, which should refer to the Strange Tales Academy."
"In two more days, won't he be able to develop a relationship with his 'male leads' face-to-face?"
"Confessing now feels like throwing caution to the wind."
"Because Haruki Asami will also be enrolling in school after the start of the semester."
"Although it was partly my own request and partly Shinichi Asami's doing—the original owner was in the same grade as these three manga protagonists, while Haruki Asami was only a first-year student—the original owner still had a very deep sense of crisis..."
“He’s completely immersed in his own script,” Vili concluded. “It couldn’t be more perfect to have him as the host for your system.”
"But our script is already prepared; we can't just make it up ourselves."
The system spoke blankly.
That's why I said yes.
Vili laughed.
Before drifting off to sleep, he suddenly wondered if he had forgotten something again...?
But before he could even think of it, his consciousness was already dragged into darkness.
The next day.
Willy was awakened by a scream.
He had praised the soundproofing of the house yesterday, but today the sound seemed to penetrate the walls and go straight into his ears, making his head buzz.
Unhappy, he pushed the door open and looked down at the living room below the stairs.
The meal was laid out on the table, and Shinichi Asami was sitting properly with chopsticks in his hand, but his movements were frozen in place.
At the dining table, Chiyoko Asami, wearing an apron, stood blankly, while beside him...
"Is this still my adopted younger brother?"
Willy leaned forward, gripping the handrail, and strained to look down, marveling at the view.
The "Asami Haruki" of this moment was completely different from yesterday. Her flamboyant hairstyle had been replaced by smooth, ordinary black hair. She was wearing a normal T-shirt and trousers, and even her face had been cleaned of makeup, revealing a rather delicate face.
Asami's parents were just as shocked as Willie; the scream they had just heard was from Chiyoko.
"Chunshu, you, you..."
"Mother."
Another scream rang out, and Willie covered his ears.
"You actually called me 'Mom'..."
Since Haruki Asami entered his rebellious phase, he has only ever addressed his parents as "Hey," completely violating the Asami family's upbringing.
"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry."
From Willy's perspective, all he could see was his lowered head; his expression was obscured.
"I suddenly realized how foolish I had been... I messed everything up, but now that I know I was wrong, do I still have a chance to make amends?"
Chiyoko's eyes filled with tears as she hugged her son tightly. Shinichi Asami also stood up and stood beside the two of them, his expression one of relief.
"It's good that you know you were wrong."
His tone was as authoritative as ever, but he couldn't hide the joy in his words.
After nestled in Chiyoko's arms for a while, Asami Haruki turned to look at his father.
"What I told my dad before was that I didn't want to go to the academy, but wanted to drop out of school and start a band..."
Asami Shinichi frowned.
"I was out of my mind to say those things. Now I understand that only by becoming a Yumi-shi can I properly repay you..."
"It's good that you understand."
Shinichi Asami raised his hand and gently patted his youngest son's shoulder, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
What a wonderful family drama, full of loving fathers and filial sons, and harmonious family life.
Vili clapped as he slowly walked down the steps.
The applause attracted the attention of the three men, who all looked over at the same time.
"That's great! My brother and I can go to the same school and look after each other."
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