Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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The girl smiled and pinched her fingertips together, tying a pretty knot in the scarf in front of her.

"Then I'll knit you a new one when you go to university~"

Pushing open the heavy door and stepping into the embrace of the dry, cold air, Tomatsu Yuka blinked nervously—she was still only wearing a thin nightgown.

"You don't need to see Youhua off." The boy pushed her back inside the door. "I'll text you when I get home."

"Okay~" The girl peeked out from behind the door and waved cutely.

"Take care on your journey, Chunjun~~"

Turning back to say goodbye to his lover, he stepped into the elevator and went downstairs. As he walked out of the automatic door of the apartment building lobby, the cold wind that hit him made Jun Matsuoka involuntarily gasp.

Just minutes ago he was engrossed in Tomatsu's tender embrace, but now he had to brave the heavy autumn winds to go home—a torment even for someone as determined as him.

He tucked his neck into a thick scarf, lowered his head, and walked quickly. Fifteen minutes later, he sat on the Inokashira Line train and felt the warm air from under the seat blowing on his trouser legs. Only then did the boy's tense expression relax.

He took out his phone from his pocket and sent a message to Tomatsu telling him to get on the bus. Then he started looking through unread notifications—the wind was too strong on the road, making him not even want to take out his phone to look at it.

"Pine Branch! All the footage for the music video has been shot!"

This message was sent by Natsumi Imokawa at 3 o'clock. Jun Matsueda was still doing what he was supposed to do at that time, so of course he didn't have time to check it.

He scrolled up and found another photo of Imokawa being pulled along by Kurusu—the sun was shining brightly then, and the girl's face was flushed, as if she was a little shy in front of the camera.

"The group photo looks great," the boy complimented first. "I didn't expect you guys to take it so quickly."

“After all, we filmed non-stop for a week,” Natsumi Imokawa replied quickly.

"The next task will be handed over to the production team, and I'm really looking forward to it!"

Jun Matsue imagined the excited expression on the girl's face behind the screen, "I'm looking forward to it too."

The train arrived, and he put his phone away for a moment, looking at the crowd waiting at the doors.

Several junior high school girls standing near the carriage had their eyes fixed on him—they had been excitedly whispering among themselves ever since he boarded the train at Hamadayama Station.

However, until the doors of Kugayama Station opened and Jun Matsueda got up and got off the train, the eager girls watched his back disappear into the platform with reluctance, but did not take a step.

—Because the big, beautiful bow on the boy's pure white scarf is definitely a masterpiece made with love by his girlfriend.

As Jun Matsue rode his bicycle, which he had left at the station, through the last few hundred meters home, he was greeted by a warm, inviting glow from the cold security door of his apartment building.

The idol, shuffling in her slippers, walked into the entryway. "Matsue's back?"

The indoor heating followed her to the boy's side, and he took off the scarf around his neck and bent down to change his shoes.

"You're back..." His voice became lazy. "Are you hungry? Should I start cooking now?"

"No rush!"

Yosei Kurusu stared at the boy's movements, her gaze seemingly able to see through his clothes the lingering traces of intimacy on his body.

"Same as always, go take a shower first! We can talk about everything else after you've showered!"

"Yes, yes..." Jun Matsue put his schoolbag on the chair next to the dining table, took off his coat and walked towards the bathroom.

It's not unusual for Songzhi to take a shower as soon as she gets home on Sundays—just like Mochizuki Haruka always brings her cat back to the manor on Sundays.

A few minutes later, the boy opened the bathroom door, changed into the loungewear that his idol had placed by the door as usual, and stretched as he returned to the living room.

What should we eat tonight?

“I’ve prepared all the ingredients for Songzhi—” The girl on the sofa turned to look at him.

"Chicken, beef, fish, shrimp, radish, pumpkin, baby bok choy, bean sprouts, tofu, eggs..."

"It's up to you how you do it!"

“Okay.” Jun Matsueda rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the refrigerator with great enthusiasm.

"Also, I want to drink alcohol for dinner! Cook some snacks to go with it!" Yosei Kurusu shouted at his retreating figure.

"No problem." The boy took out the ingredients one by one and held them in his arms. "How about the chilled tofu and fried chicken meatballs?"

"Okay~" The girl nodded in satisfaction, then leaned on the sofa and watched him walk into the kitchen.

"Does Songzhi need my help?"

"No need." After arranging the ingredients on the stove, Jun Matsue raised his right hand and waved it.

"Today is an important day for Miss Kurusu, so I won't trouble you with your help."

Today is November 30th. Once midnight strikes on this last Sunday, Yosuke Kuryu's new single "Happy End" will be released.

"No need to be so polite~" Miss Idol rested her head on the back of the sofa and watched him tie on his apron with a smile.

Although Songzhi was wearing other women's scarves, at least he was wearing his apron just for himself!

"Then I'll just wait for dinner?"

"Hmm." Jun Matsue closed the kitchen door and took out a gleaming kitchen knife from the knife rack.

"Dinner will be served in one hour!"

Mince the chicken, add seasonings and chopped perilla leaves, knead until smooth, and shape into meatballs, setting aside for later use. The boy then mixed the tofu, sliced ​​and diced the various vegetables and meats on the stove, blanching or pan-frying them until half-cooked—the kitchen began to heat up, and he wiped the fine sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, turning to look out of the kitchen.

Yosei Kurusu remained seated on the sofa, nodding her head in sync with the television screen—as if sensing her gaze, she turned her head and blinked.

"Do you need help?" The girl cupped her right hand to her lips, as if she were shouting from a mountaintop.

Jun Matsue shook his head and turned back to stare at the dazzling array of ingredients in front of him.

Besides the two appetizers he promised to Laixi, he planned to make a spicy hot pot—a big pot stew is always the easiest way to handle a lot of ingredients, and it's also a good accompaniment to drinks.

After removing the half-cooked broccoli and draining the water, Jun Matsuzaka added the flat fried tofu to the pot and continued his preparations.

While preparing the ingredients, the boy clicked on the black cat avatar in his chat list and dialed the video call invitation.

Holding the phone up against the wall, Mochizuki Haruka's cool yet sweet features quickly appeared on the screen—

"Good evening." Jun Matsue waved to her.

"……Good evening."

Wangyue appeared to be sitting by the window in the corridor, and half of her aunt's trench coat could be seen behind her.

"Shouldn't you be enjoying dinner with Kurusu right now? How come you have time to call me?"

Although she said this, her tone was not cold; instead, it carried a hint of soft joy.

"I haven't had dinner yet." Jun Matsue showed her the raw chicken meatballs placed to the side, which earned him a disgusted look from the girl.

"It's slippery and soft, so disgusting!"

"It'll taste good once it's cooked through," the boy said with a smile.

"Is Xiaoyao calling Songzhi?"

Wang Yuehua's voice came closer to the sitting girl, half of her charming face peeking out before quickly disappearing.

"What does this guy want by calling? Don't think I don't know he's with another woman right now!"

Aunt's voice was fierce, but Jun Matsue remained unfazed—his body basically blocked the phone camera, ensuring that the idol in the living room would not be seen.

"You went to the hospital for a physical exam today, right? I thought it should be almost over, so I wanted to ask how it went."

"Wangyue and Auntie should be fine, right?"

"...I'm perfectly fine! What could possibly be wrong with me!" The woman off-camera was no longer so aggressive; she gently patted her niece's shoulder.

"Xiaoyao's checkup just finished—"

The girl in the camera interrupted her.

"I am pregnant."

"..." The phone went silent on both sides, with only the bubbling sound of water boiling in the pot remaining.

On the screen, Mochizuki Haruka maintained a nonchalant expression. She watched as the boy's face suddenly froze, his eyes darting back and forth in a few seconds, before he took a deep breath—

"……real?"

The aunt's small hand on the girl's shoulder trembled as she tried to suppress her laughter, giving away the truth first.

Just kidding~

Mochizuki Haruka stuck out her pink tongue, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"I feel like Songzhi has been living too comfortably lately, so I just decided to give you a surprise."

"..." Matsueda Jun let out a breath and reached into the pot to scoop out the fried tofu.

"I really didn't know whether to be happy or panicked just now."

"What's the panic?" Auntie waved her fist on the screen.

"If you can get Xiaoyao pregnant, I'll make you the head of the Wangyue family right now!"

"I don't want to get pregnant so early..." the girl whispered.

"So the physical exam was fine?" The relieved boy got back to the main topic.

"No problem." Mochizuki Haruka waved her little hand. "You said you'd arrange a medical check-up for Matsue, why didn't you come?"

Jun Matsue, with his sleeves rolled up, bent his arm, revealing his muscles.

"What's the point of him getting a physical exam? He's got boundless energy, as strong as an ox!"

His aunt answered the question for him—but how did she know?

"It's good that the medical examination results are all normal." Jun Matsue turned off the heat after the water in the pot had been left to boil dry.

"I need to cook, so I'll hang up now?"

Mochizuki Haruka nodded. "What are you having for dinner tonight?"

"Spicy hot pot".

"Make it for me and Xiaoyao next time!" Wang Yuehua ordered in an unyielding tone.

The boy smiled and said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Jun Matsueda tidied up the table, first stir-frying a plate of lettuce, then bringing it into the living room along with some cold tofu salad.

As soon as the kitchen door opened, Kurusu Yosei looked over immediately. She straightened up from kneeling on the sofa, her face full of anticipation.

"Is dinner ready?"

"Dinner will be served shortly."

Jun Matsue then brought out the prepared ingredients and raw chicken meatballs from the kitchen, and finally placed the induction cooker and the matching frying pan in the center of the dining table.

"Why are they all half-finished products?" Miss Idol asked, somewhat disappointed as she ran to the table.

The boy took the base seasoning packet out of the refrigerator. "Don't rush."

Turn on the induction cooker, wait for the oil to heat up, and then Jun Matsue picks up the chicken meatballs from the side and puts them into the pan to fry.

The aroma of chicken and fat quickly filled the air, and Yosuke Kurusu returned to the table with a bottle of sake, looking eager to get started.

The golden chicken meatballs, with their caramelized brown color, were fresh out of the pot, and the girl immediately picked one up and put it in her mouth.

"It's so hot!" she exclaimed, but her expression was one of enjoyment as she blew on the meatball and chewed it up whole.

The boy next to him had already put the sauce into the pot and stirred it. Soon after, he added scallions, ginger, and garlic, followed by pan-fried beef slices and shrimp—the rich and complex aroma gradually permeated the table.

Yosei Kurusu pulled out a chair and sat down, watching the chef cook like a kindergarten student.

Once the bean products and vegetables were added, Jun Matsuzakatsu used a spatula in one hand and chopsticks in the other to stir-fry for a while, then sprinkled white sesame seeds on top, straightened up and gently exhaled.

"We can eat now!"

Miss Idol happily raised her hands, "Yay!"

The cold tofu, sprinkled with bonito flakes, seaweed flakes, and soy sauce, is pure white and tender. The freshly cooked chicken meatballs are a perfect golden color, and they are placed together with crisp, green stir-fried lettuce—three light and unified pure colors that together protect the rich and colorful spicy hot pot.

Smelling the rich and vibrant aroma, Lai Qiyang excitedly opened the lemon soda in his hand.

The can made a crisp sound as the girl first took a big gulp, tilting her head back before looking at the boy in front of her.

"Would you like to drink the pine branch tea together?"

"..." Jun Matsue looked at her bright eyes.

"Then I'll just have a tiny bit."

The night celebrating the release of Idol Girl's new song began with bursting lemon-flavored bubbles.