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At a ramen stall.

Neelam sat quietly in his seat, waiting for the boss to serve him steaming ramen.

Samarth asked softly, standing next to Neelam with his hands folded on his belly.

"Lord Neelam, why have you been letting things go with Yusuke Aomura?"

Neelam didn't even look back, watching the boss' cooking method of ramen attentively, and replied quietly.

"It's none of your business."

Samas frowned, his expression a little serious.

"Lord Neelam, if you continue to let him go, he will become a game administrator and will know more information about the Desire Grand Prix."

"Why not veto his and Hidetoshi Ukiyo's wishes?"

The boss cooked a bowl of ramen and served it to Neelam.

"Guest, your noodles are ready."

Neelam clasped his hands and said politely: "I'm starting."

Neelam took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick barrel and took a handful of noodles.

“It’s my decision who becomes the game warden.”

Samas took a step forward and asked in confusion.

"If you let Aomura Yusuke be free, you should at least veto Ukiyo Hidetoshi's wish. What if he becomes the God of Desire in the end?"

Neelam swallowed the noodles in his mouth, with a satisfied smile on his face, picked up a piece of barbecued pork and said lightly.

"Him? Play the long game and catch big fish. He also has secrets, doesn't he?"

"Why did he say his mother was Mitsume?"

Samas said thoughtfully and doubtfully.

"Yes, normally this is impossible."

Neelam turned to look at Samarth and said expressionlessly.

"It would be okay if it was a lie by the fox, but if it were true, he would become a being who shakes the rules of the world."

Samas nodded and asked.

"If it were Lord Yusek, would he know something?"

"Do you want to ask Mr. Yusek?"

Neelam's hands paused, and his eyes flashed, as if he was thinking about something.

A shout pulled him out of his thinking state.

"Uncle! Same old thing! Let's have a bowl of the best ramen!"

Yusuke Aomura opened the curtain and sat at the booth.

Matsuura Bunta raised his head and saw Aomura Yusuke, with a big smile on his face and said enthusiastically.

"Brother, you're here again, but you haven't been to my stall for a long time."

Yusuke Aomura smiled slightly and chatted familiarly.

"I've been a little busy lately. Why don't I come see you when I have some free time? I miss your specialty ramen very much."

Matsuura Bunta laughed heartily a few times, tightened the headscarf on his head, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Don't worry, come to your uncle's place, I guarantee you will be satisfied with the meal."

After saying that, he started cooking ramen.

Samarth on the side saw Yusuke Aomura appear and his expression changed. Seeing that Nilam didn't respond, he had to stand aside silently.

After Nilam tasted the delicious barbecued pork, he turned to look at Yusuke Aomura.

Feeling Neelam's gaze, Aomura Yusuke just glanced at it and ignored it.

Thanks to Ukiyo Hidetoshi, Aomura Yusuke is also well known to ordinary citizens, and it is common for him to be recognized on the street.

However, it seemed like it was the first time to be recognized by a man, especially an urban elite wearing a suit.

Neelam looked at Aomura Yusuke for a while and said softly: "Do you come to this store often?"

What's going on with this rather familiar tone?

Aomura Yusuke was puzzled in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.

"Well, uncle's craftsmanship is very good. You can try it more if you have the chance."

Matsuura Bunta laughed, raised his head and said.

"Brother, based on your words, I will give you some extra ingredients."

Yusuke Aomura smiled and said, "Uncle, you don't need me to promote this store."

Matsuura Bunta smiled confidently, "That's right, I think back then..."

Bunta Matsuura began to talk about what happened to him back then. Nilam looked at Yusuke Aomura with a smile on his face, lowered his head and took a bite of noodles.

"It's delicious indeed."

After eating ramen, Aomura Yusuke got up and walked towards home.

After walking not far, Yusuke Aomura turned around and said calmly.

"What are you following me for?"

Neelam took his hands out of his pockets and placed his fingers on his chest.

"Introduction, my name is Neelam, the operations manager of the Desire Grand Prix."

Aomura Yusuke looked at Neelam, with an imperceptible thought flashing in his eyes.

"What does this have to do with you following me?"

Neelam took two steps forward and spoke eloquently.

"I just happened to meet him and came to say hello."

"After all, you are the hottest star in the Desire Grand Prix."

Yusuke Aomura sneered, "It turns out that the managers of the Desire Grand Prix will also come out to eat at roadside stalls."

Neelam said with a smile: "Of course, this is to pursue authenticity."

This was something that Yusuke Aomura couldn't handle, so he repeated in confusion.

"Pursuing truth?"

Neelam nodded and said excitedly.

"For example, it feels like sitting at a roadside stall and eating a bowl of hot ramen in cold weather!"

Neelam closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked a little intoxicated.

Yusuke Aomura felt that this man named Neelam was a little mentally disturbed. No normal person would call this feeling real.

“Reality should be what you experience, not what you experience.”

"What you experience is just a temporary state."

Neelam's expression darkened and he stared into Aomura Yusuke's eyes.

"So, is everything you're going through now real?"

Yusuke Aomura nodded calmly, "Of course."

Neelam asked with a serious expression: "Are you real?"

Yusuke Aomura still remained calm, "I am who I am."

Neelam's expression changed and he smiled again.

"Looking forward to your performance in the Desire Grand Prix, please continue to work hard."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Samarth followed Neelam and looked back at Yusuke Aomura. He didn't understand why Neelam came over to say this to Yusuke Aomura.

Aomura Yusuke didn't take this matter to heart, he just thought he had met a weirdo, thinking about the conversation in the Hall of Desire after the game.

"I wonder if Namao asked anything."

……

Sakurai Keikazu complained as he rubbed his shoulders.

"Why does the thruster buckle hit me every time?"

Kurama Neon heard Sakurai Keikazu's complaint and rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Maybe it's because Jinghe is very lucky and keeps drawing it. It's showing that it likes it."