Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Fried chicken is more satisfying, perfect for when you're starving!" The girl patted her stomach through her coat.

"Besides, isn't today Christmas?"

“...That’s true.” The boy smiled.

—If he had to pick one girl from among his acquaintances who would definitely enjoy eating fried chicken on Christmas, he believes the answer would have to be Yoshiki.

There's nothing wrong with that, or rather, this makes Kurusu even cuter... Matsueda Jun thought to himself as he opened his phone.

"Let me see if there are any dedicated fried chicken shops..."

Yosuke Kurusu grabbed her boyfriend's shoulder and leaned against him while they looked at their phones together.

"KFC is definitely out of the question, and other fried chicken shops are a bit of a stretch..." The boy turned his head away and quickly shut his mouth.

Miss Idol's eyes sparkled, clearly indicating that she had her own ideas.

"Matsue! Let's go to an izakaya!" the girl exclaimed excitedly.

"An izakaya?" Jun Matsueda looked up.

There are quite a few izakayas nearby, and they're bound to have fried chicken...

"Hmm! I want to drink!" Kurusu Yosei blinked and grabbed his arm, shaking it back and forth.

"My work for this year ended the moment I walked out of the Japanese television building!"

"I want fried chicken, I want to drink—that's what holidays are all about—relaxing with alcohol, fat, and calories!"

"Then let's drink it," the boy replied without hesitation.

"However, I can only have a little drink with Kurusu, otherwise it wouldn't be safe if we both got drunk."

Miss Idol's sparkling eyes shone even brighter, reminiscent of a full, bright moon in a clear night sky.

She hugged it with delight, "I thought Songzhi would say she wouldn't drink it!"

"I'm not allergic to alcohol, I'll just drink less." Jun Matsue gave her a helpless look.

Let me check out the nearby izakayas—

"I'm looking for an izakaya!" Yosei Kurusu pulled out his phone. "I know more about this than Matsueda!"

"Then it's up to you." The boy glanced at the crowd on the shopping street.

"But is it alright for Kurusu to take off his hat like this?"

"It's okay!" The girl, looking at her phone, puffed out her chest.

"The company has already told me that it's okay to have dating rumors now!"

"But you still have to hide the pine branches well." She smiled and flicked the brim of the boy's hat.

"After all, your face can't be photographed right now~"

Ten minutes later, I sat down at an izakaya called "Meiji-tsu" and looked at the menu in my hand.

"Half a portion of fried chicken boat, signature beef stew, side dish platter, potato salad, a pitcher of lemon soda..."

She leaned towards the boy next to her, "Is this enough?"

Jun Matsueda glanced at the smiling shop assistant who was taking notes at the table, and then took the menu.

"It doesn't feel like we ordered that much."

Miss Idol's eyes widened slightly, as if she had suddenly discovered that her boyfriend was an alien.

"Pine branch, even a half portion of fried chicken boat costs ten or twenty yuan..."

"Could you please add an extra serving of rice?" the boy naturally changed his mind, "Would you like a main dish, Kurusu?"

The girl shook her head. "I ordered potato salad, and the portion was quite large."

The shop assistant, holding the notepad, bowed and turned back into the izakaya's hustle and bustle—only after watching her walk away did Jun Matsueda turn his head.

Yosei Kurusu had taken off the baseball cap that had been put back on her head and removed her jacket, revealing her graceful curves accentuated by a white tank top.

"The heating in the izakaya is so good!" The girl fanned him with her hat, laughing carefree.

"Isn't Songzhi hot wearing a jacket?"

Jun Matsue took off his coat and glanced at the partition next to his seat that blocked most of his view.

"Thank goodness there are partitioned seats here, otherwise Kurusu wouldn't be able to eat so freely."

Although the idol is no longer afraid of her relationship being discovered, the noisy izakaya is full of customers, and it would be unpleasant if she were recognized and caused a commotion.

So the girl put her baseball cap back on before entering and even found a corner with a partition.

Wooden partitions surrounded their booths from front to back, leaving a little space on the sides—somewhat like a screen. Sitting on the outside, Jun Matsue listened to the commotion coming from the center of the hall, but could only see a woman's legs crossed under half a table outside his field of vision.

The lemon soda was quickly served along with the cold dish platter. After nodding and thanking him, the boy pushed the large glass, still dripping with water droplets, toward him.

Yosei Kurusu rushed over and kissed him on the cheek before raising his glass.

"mua, thank you, pine branch~"

Matsueda Jun wiped the moisture from his cheeks, watching as the girl first broke off a piece of cold tofu sprinkled with bonito flakes and put it in her mouth, then picked up her wine glass and gulped down a large mouthful.

"Ha—" Miss Idol let out a sigh that was not elegant but very satisfying.

"That feels great! I haven't had a drink for almost half a month to ensure the quality of the performance!"

The boy smiled and said, "That's why it's so satisfying to eat this."

“That makes sense!” Kurusu Yosei licked his glistening lips, which were still wet with wine.

"However, I'm not the type to abstain from sex just for that kind of pleasure—if I had a choice, I'd definitely prefer a life where I can drink whenever I want!"

Jun Matsue laughed again and reached out his chopsticks to the small dish containing grated radish, myoga leaves, and salad greens.

"Even so, Kurusu is actually a very self-disciplined and strong-willed type."

"Of course!" The girl puffed out her full breasts beneath her pure white tank top. "After all, I have a goal to achieve~"

“But now is the time to enjoy it—” she said, pressing her beer mug against the boy.

"Try a pine branch too! This lemon soda is pretty good, it's so refreshingly cool!"

The idol's rosy face, so close to his, radiated an intoxicating heat. Jun Matsue held up his glass and took a sip.

The familiar, refreshing lemon flavor, along with the tingling sensation of alcohol, went down his throat, and his body seemed to warm up.

"Fried chicken boats and potato salad~"

The busy shop assistant slipped into the semi-enclosed, ambiguous space, put down a large tray, and immediately walked away with two more trays in her hands.

"They're here!" Yosei Kurusu's excited voice was drowned out by the noisy, murky air of the izakaya.

She put down her wine glass, picked up a piece of fried chicken, and then, as if pricked by a needle, threw it back into the boat-shaped wooden tray.

"It's so hot!"

"It's fresh out of the pot, still steaming hot." The boy pinched her finger and blew on it.

"I'll get it for you."

"Okay~" Miss Idol watched her boyfriend pick up the fried chicken nuggets.

She tilted her head back and bit off a large piece of chicken from the boy's hand.

"Mmm!!" The girl chewed quickly, opened her small mouth to breathe in the cool air, and said indistinctly.

"Although it's piping hot, the freshly fried chicken is crispy and tender, it's really delicious!"

Matsueda Jun didn't say anything, but just smiled as he watched her cheerful appearance. Kurusu Yosei quickly noticed his gaze and blinked in confusion.

"What kind of look is that from Songzhi?"

"It just reminded me of the first time we drank together," the boy said with a smile.

"Back then, Kurusu was drinking lemon shochu like this, and he hasn't changed much since then."

"Of course!" Miss Idol's rosy lips were slightly glossy.

"After all, my favorite is lemon sour, and that has never changed!"

She lunged at Matsueda Jun's cheek and gave him another fierce kiss—

"My feelings for you are the same!"

Chapter 831 Christmas Ends, of course, with Ambiguous and Romantic Moments.

The izakaya's main hall was filled with the rich aroma of meat, and the noise from the tables was like ripples on the surface of water after a sudden rain—the sounds collided but did not disappear; instead, they passed through each other and echoed layer upon layer in the space.

"cheers!"

"cheers."

A soft clinking of glasses echoed from the corner table. Jun Matsue picked up a piece of fried chicken and took a bite, chewing as he picked up a lemon soda.

Biting through the crispy fried coating reveals tender meat inside, making it irresistible—the slight greasiness is quickly washed away by the refreshing sweet and sour lemon liqueur.

Fried chicken and lemon shochu is indeed a wonderful combination... He nodded and looked at the girl beside him.

With chopsticks in one hand, Yosuke Kurusu weaved between fried chicken boats, mashed potatoes, and a side dish platter; with the other hand, he gripped a mug of draft beer filled with lemon shochu, taking a sip between chews and relaxing his brow contentedly.

Compared to the huge beer mug, the ordinary-sized glass in the boy's hand looked extremely small—the idol's eating manner was rather unrestrained...

"Why are you looking at me, Pine Branch?" The girl turned her head and blinked. She put down her wine glass and made a "V" sign with her chubby cheeks.

"I know I'm good-looking, but looking at me isn't enough to satisfy my cravings, is it?"

"Fried chicken tastes best when it's hot, and there's still beef stew coming up later!"

Jun Matsuoka smiled, picked up his glass and took another sip, while the idol girl rolled her eyes at him.

"I see! Songzhi wants me to add some wine for you, right?"

"No need for this." The boy moved his wine glass away and took a bite of the cold lotus root slices.

They had been eating for a while, and half of the fried chicken boats in front of them were gone. Jun Matsue's bowl of rice was almost empty—he didn't plan to add any more, because the pile of mashed potatoes in front of Kurusu was only missing the top, and it looked like it would be difficult for one person to finish.

"The beef stew is ready!"

The shop assistant's voice approached from the noisy and chaotic sound field. This time, she only had a tray in her hand, and her expression was not as tense, so she seemed to be less busy.

"This is our signature Zhipu beef stew, made with white beef cheek, tripe, and tendons..."

Halfway through the introduction, the saleswoman stopped talking, and Jun Matsueda looked up—she was staring blankly at the girl next to her.

"...What can I do for you?" the boy asked, pinching the hat he had placed under the table.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" The young shop assistant bowed her head—staring directly at a customer like that is very impolite.

The woman looked up and smiled apologetically, "Your lover is very handsome, he looks a bit like one of my favorite celebrities, which surprised me a little, I'm sorry..."

As he watched her turn and leave, Jun Matsue turned his head to the side—the idol, who was focused on eating, peeked out from behind her wine glass and met his gaze.

"You were recognized already?"

"Hmm..." Yosei Kurusu swallowed the fried chicken in his mouth. "I wouldn't say that, would I? She wasn't sure, was she?"

"Once you look up and give her a second look, you'll be sure."

The girl laughed, "Then I'll put my hat on when I go out later."

"Luckily, all the dishes were served." The boy pushed the newly served beef stew between the two of them. "It looks pretty good."

The braised beef at "Meiweijin" looks a little different – ​​different cuts of meat are skewered separately and soaked in the broth in the plate. The braised beef is crystal clear and tender, and its deep red color is particularly tempting.

Yosei Kurusu squeezed next to him, their thighs touching and their arms touching.

"Try it quickly! I want a pine branch for my first bite!"

Matsue Jun obediently picked up a skewer of stewed beef.

The base of the wooden skewer he was holding was naturally stained with the glistening soup, but the boy didn't care. He took a tissue, held it underneath, and brought it to the girl's lips.

Miss Idol stretched her neck, leaned forward, and carefully took a bite, then closed her eyes to chew and savor it.

"The texture is as soft and tender as it looks... but the flavor isn't as strong as it appears; it's surprisingly refreshing and delicious!"

Yosei Kurusu opened her eyes, unhesitatingly reached out and took the shiny wooden skewer, then handed the stewed beef back to the boy.

"Try the pine branch too!"