Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Jun Matsue then opened his arms.

"Actually, my chest feels even more comfortable than a girl's soft, fluffy breasts, really."

"I don't care!" Miss Idol puffed out her chest as she faced him. "I don't care now anyway!"

The two looked at each other for a moment, then glanced at the television in unison—the host and the audience on the screen were laughing at something, looking rather silly.

Yosei Kurusu picked up the mandarin orange from the coffee table and bent down to peel off thin strips of its peel.

The citrus fragrance filled the room, making one feel even more awake.

"How many girls is Songzhi dating right now?"

"Two, Tomatsu and Mochizuki."

A segment of orange peel was flicked onto the boy's leg. "Can you manage all that?"

"I think I handled it quite well, and I have to thank them for their understanding."

The girl hummed twice in dissatisfaction and put two segments of orange into her mouth.

"I told you before that you had a very serious attitude towards relationships, and now it seems to be getting even more serious."

"I feel fine." Jun Matsue looked at her cheeks bulging as she chewed vigorously.

“I remember what Kurusu said back then—to enjoy the happiness of the present moment and hope that it can continue.”

"That's exactly what I'm doing now."

"Since some things are readily available, don't hesitate to hold onto them tightly."

"Your happiness is different in its own way, but I am always there for you—"

"So rather than making everyone unhappy, I'd rather take control of that 'greatest common denominator' of happiness. That's my attitude toward the current reality."

The girl, chewing on an orange, raised her chin. "What 'greatest common divisor'? I don't understand!"

"This is elementary school material..."

"I was too busy having fun back then, I've long forgotten about it!" Miss Idol said matter-of-factly.

"...It's okay if you forget." The boy smiled.

"I will date Yosuke Kurusu in the foreseeable future and try my best to make her happy—that's all."

"You're right that I'm taking relationships more seriously."

"Because my love is no longer just my own business. I have to think about Mochizuki, Tomatsu, and you in the future—and everyone who is willing to walk with me."

"Therefore, I cannot step onto your stage simply because I am attracted to Ms. Kurusu."

"So I can only pull you into Jun Matsueda's life."

"...I understand even if you don't say it." Kurusu Yosei swallowed the orange and answered reluctantly.

“No.” Jun Matsueda shook his head.

"It's useless to reason with Kurusu—"

"You're a man of action. You won't be willing to dust yourself off and take my hand to walk down the side road until you hit a wall."

"...You know that's good~" The idol looked at him with a smile and stuffed the rest of the orange into the boy's mouth.

"Anyway, it's already agreed that if all of Tokyo is singing my song, I'll obediently snuggle into your arms."

There's still an hour until her new song is released.

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Not under the skirt?"

Yosei Kurusu glanced at his trousers with disdain.

"Pine branches have hair on their legs, so they don't look good in skirts!"

“I think this future will come true very soon,” Jun Matsue said, looking into her eyes.

"Kurusu should get ready."

"Really?" Miss Idol's eyelashes fluttered. "Actually, I'm not that confident."

“All of Tokyo is singing my songs—even if it’s just a single, it means that I, as a singer who has transitioned to a new career, have reached the top of the industry in less than six months.”

"Kurasu has no confidence, yet he's betting this with me?"

The girl didn't speak, but stared intently at Jun Matsueda.

The boy quickly realized what was going on.

Therefore, Kurusu was prepared to "lose".

"..." He laughed, took the fruit peel from Miss Idol's hand, and threw it into the trash can.

The bright orange peel traced a beautiful arc in the air before landing steadily in the trash can.

"It's alright, I have faith in Kurusu."

"And although saying that might sound like bragging—"

"But outside of romantic relationships, I've never failed at anything I've wanted to do."

Chapter 795 The Imminent Happy End

We sat on the sofa and chatted, and the last hour of November quickly passed.

Happy End has finally been released!

The living room lights were turned off, and the once lazy teenagers sat up straight in front of the TV, their faces illuminated by the white light from the YouTube video.

Jun Matsueda, holding the remote control, looked at the idol next to him. "I'm going to put it on, okay?"

With one hand gripping a wine bottle he'd somehow picked up, and the other pressing on his thigh, Yosuke Kurusu nodded vigorously.

"Ok!"

The boy pressed the small play button on the remote control with his thumb, and the screen in front of them, with white text on a black background that read "Happy End," began to move.

There is no music for the first few seconds, only the sound of an old-fashioned projector starting up—a thin black “Happy End” flashes on the pure white screen, like a power source running out of power, from fast to slow, and finally disappears slowly.

Then came the lyrical piano melody, accompanied by the delicate, soaring sound of violins. The melodious and soothing prelude rose to a high pitch, then quickly fell back down, like a waterbird skimming across a lake, striking a few soft notes.

Kurusu Yosei's voice rang out with a soft inhale—

The words of farewell stuck in my throat—instead, a light cough and a soft "I understand" rang out.

A clean, clear girl's voice accompanies a simple guitar, and emotions subtly surge within the slightly trembling vocals.

Searching his pockets for the next words~

"In the end, I only found the me who liked you..."

Jun Matsueda blinked. The music video on the screen wasn't the usual kind where a singer was performing in front of a camera; instead, it showed several photographs.

A small hand clenched tightly in her pocket, a suitcase placed by the entrance, a lonely, open apartment door in the empty hallway...

These things are projected like a slideshow, which gives listeners a more tangible sense of the song's emotions than the singer's delicate face.

More importantly, apart from that door whose location is unknown, the coat with hands tucked in the photo, the bright pink suitcase... all belong to Yosuke Kurusu.

Jun Matsue turned his head to look at the girl beside him—

Yosuke Kurusu took a small sip of his drink. The light from the television screen shone through the glass bottle and the liquid inside, casting a bright, shimmering reflection on his face in the dim light.

The boy turned around and continued listening to the fleeting, ethereal singing.

"It's okay, it's alright. I thought saying it like that would sound gentler."

"I so hoped, but my true expectation in the end turned into farewell—"

As the girl's suppressed emotions were gradually released in her singing, the coffee table with the overturned wine bottle on the screen and the television that had been muted also disappeared.

This was the night before Kurusu left the apartment; he recognized it without thinking.

The chorus begins at this very moment, the vocals soar like exploding fireworks, the resounding emotions irresistibly assaulting people's eardrums.

"In its prime, it withered and died—"

"Leaving with feelings of liking you~"

"Holding the flower in my hand as if it were myself—crushing even the deepest longing in my heart along with it."

So before turning away, all that remained was a bittersweet, gentle, and feignedly generous smile.

Finally, Yosei Kurusu's figure appeared on the blank screen—she stood alone in the distance, slowly backing away from the camera and singing, as if waiting for someone to ask her to stay.

"It's okay, it's alright..."

Hold me tight right now—

"They said as long as I'm here, nothing else is needed—"

"Then kiss my lips—"

"Whether it's sadness or restraint..."

The girl's figure disappeared into the white screen, but her singing continued.

"I realized you were already beside me~"

"Just be yourself~"

"She clearly wiped away my tears without my permission~"

"I clearly shared what I saw and heard~"

"They've all been stained with your color—"

The scene is still moving—a nighttime alley, the casual footsteps of teenagers on the ground, white shirts and vests basking in the summer sun, swaying under the azure sky where contrails streak across the balcony…

Raindrops hanging from the eaves of the street, two ice creams waiting to be paid for on the convenience store counter, a boy's hand pressing on the menu in the restaurant—all these things not only depict the warm and touching past in the lyrics, but also the nearly three years that Jun Matsueda and Yosei Kurusu spent together.

"It's okay, it's alright..."

Hold me tight right now~

"They said as long as I'm here, nothing else is needed~"

"And then never leave again—"

"Just kidding, I was just kidding~"

Goodbye—

In the trembling, drawn-out final note, the gentle and gorgeous accompaniment still resonates, as if things have changed and people are no longer the same, allowing a melancholy emotion to spread in the listener's heart, difficult to suppress.

Until the image froze and the melody stopped, Jun Matsue turned his head to the side—the idol girl put down the hand holding the wine bottle, and her eyes, illuminated by the television, had a beautiful, moist red ring around them.

"How come I sing so well..."

Yosei Kurusu murmured something softly, which was particularly clear in the quiet, dark living room.

Jun Matsueda smiled. "Isn't it a bit late for you to be lamenting this now?"

Miss Idol rolled her eyes at him, "Exit the playback and see!"

She took the remote control from the boy's hand—their hands briefly met, feeling each other's distinct warmth before separating.

The girl pressed the remote to exit full-screen playback and immediately opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"That's already over 10,000 views!"

Jun Matsueda glanced at the comments section; the numbers above were constantly changing.

"Your fan club had more than 10,000 registered members back then, and there was advance notice, so isn't this normal?"

"It's midnight!" Yosei Kurusu smiled brightly. "Thank you so much to my fans~"

She shifted her position, leaning against the boy's arm as she continued pressing the remote control.

"Check out the comments—"

The light screen on their faces slid down little by little.

"Finally! Yang Shi-chan's new song!!"

Jun Matsue read the text on the screen, followed by a string of emoticons, trying his best to convey the joy of the person involved.

"The intro alone is so good! I haven't finished listening to it yet, but I'll try to listen to it a hundred times before bed." The boy's tone was restrained and suppressed, as if he were portraying some kind of mental disorder.