Chapter 253.


    <strong>Chapter 253. Enlisting Ang’s Aid. (2/6)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Correct~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She removed her hands from over my eyes and plopped herself down beside me on the couch.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s been a while.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Two weeks, you jerk. Making a busy celebrity like me wait for you to show up, aren’t you a bit too full of yourself?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Technically it’s only been six days.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmph! Only six days, he says. You’re acting as if it’s not the greatest sin in the world. But anyway, I didn’t see you in the flesh so that visit didn’t count.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you delete that picture like I asked?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Delete it? No way. I’m using it as the wallpaper on my phone.” She took out her phone and turned it toward me to prove her words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you crazy! What will happen if someone sees that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, that’s too bad for you. I can’t see my boyfriend often despite freeing up my schedule and making so much time to do so.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You make it sound like you seriously consider me your boyfriend. It’s been bugging me for a while, but after what yourst boyfriend did to you, why would you be so open to getting another boyfriend so quickly? Even if you have ulterior purposes in doing so, shouldn’t you be more hesitant to?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because there’s a big difference between the two of you. You’re not a big shot celebrity the way my ex was. You’repletely unknown, the exact opposite of him, someone who doesn’t want to draw any attention at all. As I’m sure you know, my ex was by no means a unique case or anything. Among celebrities, there are many that turn out like him. The fame gets to our heads, with our inted egos we begin to think we’re above everyone else. I can’t say I’m much different. Since I view you as his exact opposite, I can’t see you ever doing the same thing he did. That’s why I’m not hesitant to make you my boyfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Still, to seriously be treating me as your boyfriend, going so far as to get me choctes for Valentine’s Day and waiting for me here all day, don’t you think it’s strange? Our rtionship was formed on the foundation of you keeping me in check and me going along with it to avoid trouble.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, the thing is, I only realized this after the fact, but being apletely normal guy''s girlfriend has a super big plus that made me reconsider things.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? A big plus?” I was of course perplexed when I heard that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, when both parties in a rtionship are celebrities, because of conflicting busy schedules, there’s basically never a chance to spend time together or meet. Even if one of us decides to take some extended time off from work, the other might not want to do the same due to priormitments we’ve made to our fans. With apletely normal guy, I can see him much easier. It’s not nearly asplicated. I don’t need to make ns a year in advance, just a few days is enough. Before, I might have been able to see my boyfriend in person a handful of times in a year. But with you, it’s much simpler.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fair enough. I can ept that reasoning, but as a celebrity, why would you be fine with seriously treating a gloomy-looking guy like me as your boyfriend? You could do a lot better.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Are you self-conscious about your appearance?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. I just can’t imagine how a celebrity who puts so much attention into their exterior appearance would be fine being around someone who puts zero effort into their image. It makes little to no sense to me. In the world of celebrities, attractive people stick to attractive people, that’s how things work. I can’t understand your logic, which is why I’m asking.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe I got conned, or maybe you just won the lottery. I don’t find you unattractive. When I met you, I didn’t even see your face because of the mask you wore, but somewhere in me I still felt strangely attracted and drawn to you. Not because of your appearance, but because of how you carried yourself and acted. You were a dangerous and mysterious unknown existence without morals that appeared in front of me when I was about to kill myself. I grew attracted to that side of you after our first meeting. Even now, I feel like you’re dangerous because you know the side of me that nobody else knows.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then by your logic, if you no longer feel I’m dangerous or mysterious, you’ll lose that attraction toward me and leave me alone, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe, maybe not. That depends on you. If by that point I’ve somehow seriously fallen in love with you, then it won’t make a difference whether you’re dangerous or mysterious anymore.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Love? Is that something celebrities even care for? Aren’t romantic rtionships just viewed as convenient tools to further your careers in your industry?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It is true that there are such rtionships of convenience. But, even celebrities can feel isted and want someone they can just return to being a normal person around. You’re the one who brought it up before. Having that someone is… a lifesaver. Being able to asionally return to normalcy is quite nice.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Hey, by any chance would you be interested in going to watch a show at the city’sarium?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Are you about to ask me on a date?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. Absolutely not. Are you crazy? I’d be asking for a death sentence if I was spotted together with you anywhere. I just received a ticket from a peer who’d bought a ticket for two weeks from now on Friday. They realized after the fact that they have anothermitment that day and can’t go as a result. They weren’t able to cancel or get a refund as it was purchased during a sale where all ticket purchases were final. Personally, I don’t have much interest in going though. Would it be something you’re interested in going to?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you’re not going, why would I care to go?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sure you don’t have the chance to go out and do normal things like this on your own, right? I imagine going out in public without being noticed and swarmed by fans is pretty hard. You’d need to wear a stuffy disguise to fully hide your face and you’d have a hard time enjoying yourself there as a result.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now that you mention it, that is true.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly, so aren’t you tired of having to do that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So wouldn’t being able to go to a public ce where you don’t need to constantly have a stuffy ufortable disguise be a breath of fresh air?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, it would… be quite nice.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Great, then thearium downtown is the perfect public ce for you to visit. It’s not nearly as busy as the movie theatre and in a ce as dark as thearium, you can enjoy the show without having to hide your face the entire time. You won’t need to constantly be on edge of being spotted without your disguise covering your face. You can be another normal person and enjoy the show there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, when you put it that way it doesn’t sound like a bad idea. That being the case… there’s just one thing that doesn’t add up in your story.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The part about a peer of yours giving you that ticket. Such a thing implies you have someone close enough who’d give you that ticket. That’s something I can’t see.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why’d she suddenly have to be sharp and catch onto the biggest w in my story?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, you got me. It was a ticket I purchased for myself, but because of some things that came up, I can’t go. Do you want the ticket, or not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, if it was for yourself I could believe it. Thearium seems like somewhere you’d go. It’s also inside a museum after all. Why not give it to one of your other girlfriends though?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They’re also busy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. What if I’m also busy? I’m a celebrity, you know. I also have lectures to attend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If that’s the case, I’ll just give the ticket to some random person I pass by on the street. But, if you were going to use lectures as the reason for why you can’t make it, that Friday is during reading week.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Reading week? What’s that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s basically spring break, this university just doesn’t call it that for whatever reason. There aren’t any lectures or exams scheduled, so I’m sure you should be free if you didn’t even know about reading week. It’s not surprising you aren’t aware of it though, it is your first year and you only just enrolled this semester.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! I see. I should be free if I don’t have any lectures. Alright, I’ll go then.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Really? Great. I didn’t bring the ticket with me today though. Will you being here tomorrow as well?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you are, I will.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then I’ll bring it with me tomorrow.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”