Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"And we'll also include Yang Shih-chieh's autograph!"

The girl waved her hand boldly, "No problem!"

Yamami Maki didn't react much, but just smiled and pretended to be an audience member, watching her beloved eat ice cream.

"When does Yuqiu High School have its holidays this year?" she asked.

"Same as always, before Christmas." Jun Matsueda put down his spoon and licked his lips.

"By the way, with Cai-chan working so hard, have your grades not suffered?"

“If you don’t do well on the final exam, your grandma will definitely scold you when you go back to the orphanage.”

"No way!" Aya Miyamura waved her hand. "My grades have always been the same; I've managed to get into Haneoka High School, after all!"

"It's because you don't want to work harder." The boy glared at her. "You always say that enough is enough."

"That's true!" the girl mumbled, her mouth full of ice cream.

"Since I can't get any scholarships or go to the University of Tokyo anyway, I might as well use my study time to play in a band or work to earn money."

Yamami Maki laughed, "Did Aya-chan learn this bad habit from Matsueda-kun?"

"..." Jun Matsueda blinked. "I'm not like that."

"Isn't that right?" The senior student looked at him with a smile.

"How come Matsueda-kun never gets first place in his grade, yet he's always recommended by the school to participate in various competitions?"

"And the competition too—back in the biology competition, even though Matsueda-kun taught me biology, how come you still scored two points lower than me?"

"Is it because you think training abroad is too much trouble?"

Faced with the girl's teasing gaze, Jun Matsueda lowered his head and continued eating his ice cream.

"It was only a two-point difference; it's probably because my senior was in better form on the day."

"It must be Chun-ge who let us win!" Miyamura Aya said with certainty.

"Sister Moji is right, I was influenced by Brother Chun's bad habits!"

"Do you even have the skill to handle this?" The boy rolled his eyes at her.

"...I'll just study hard and I'll get it!"

The atmosphere at the table became noisy, but the most lively idol girl pouted and remained silent, looking somewhat depressed.

How can she join in the conversation about school and exams?

Yosei Kurusu reached out and tugged at the sleeve of the boy next to her, abruptly changing the subject.

"Will Songzhi still be spending New Year's at the orphanage this year?"

"Probably." Jun Matsue looked at his younger sister sitting diagonally across from him.

"It's always more lively with more people, and it feels more like the New Year."

"Hmm..." Miss Idol held a small plastic spoon in her mouth and flicked it with her tongue, making it bounce around.

"I felt a bit bored spending time with my mom last year, so I thought I'd come visit you guys."

"Come on, come on~" Miyamura Aya waved enthusiastically, "Jun-nii is like an old man during the New Year now, it's not very interesting."

"..." The boy glanced at Yamami Maki sitting opposite him.

Caijiang was referring to him last year, when he hadn't yet gotten over his senior's relationship, so naturally he didn't have much energy.

Perhaps noticing his gaze, Miyamura Aya looked at the girl beside her.

"Sister Moji is welcome to come visit anytime!"

“…Thank you.” Yamami Maki’s smile lacked some of its usual composure.

The girl lowered her eyes, looking at the vanilla ice cream melting in the paper cup.

She had no idea how to spend the New Year, or whether to go home...

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. The boys and girls threw the neatly folded dirty paper cups and plastic spoons into the trash bag, walked out the door, and looked back as Miyamura Aya deftly locked the door.

"Okay—" Caijiang turned around and stylishly put the keys into her pocket.

"Go home after get off work!"

The three people watching her clapped their hands, while Jun Matsue, standing in the middle, turned his head to the side.

"How do you get back, senior?"

"Ah." Yamami Maki met his gaze, and stretched out her fair index finger from her sleeve, pointing to the intersection in the distance.

"I take the train from Asagaya Station, and it only takes about 20 minutes to get home."

"Be careful on the road." The boy patted his phone in his pocket. "Remember to send a message when you get home."

"Okay~" The girl smiled sweetly, took a few steps back, and waved to the three of them.

"I'll be going now—"

As Yamami Maki turned and walked away into the distance, Matsueda Jun heard a "click" in his ear.

Yosuke Kurusu hopped to his side like a kangaroo—the idol girl had put on a hat and mask, revealing only her bright eyes.

"We should head back now."

"Okay." The boy turned around and walked with the girls toward the Minami-Asagaya Station, a few hundred meters away.

"Is Cai-chan going home for dinner today? Would you like to eat with us?"

"No need, I have some discounted beef in my fridge that I bought yesterday, I'm planning to make beef rice~"

"Mochizuki Haruka is still waiting for you at home. Including Aya-chan, that's dinner for five people!"

"The task of cooking is indeed a bit difficult..."

As he stepped into the station entrance under the lights, Jun Matsueda looked back one last time.

The streetlights came on, and the night turned into a transparent decorative fabric. The senior's figure seemed to still be in the distance, becoming a tiny figure under the streetlights.

"..."

Walking alongside the girls, he felt that the senior student's figure, going in the opposite direction, was rather lonely.

The three-person team left Kugayama Station twenty minutes later—Aya Miyamura was quickly dropped off at her apartment door, while only Jun Matsueda and Yosei Kurusu were still on their way.

The boy put away his vibrating phone and looked at the girl's profile, which was hidden by the hoodie of her sweatshirt.

Miss Idol walked briskly, humming the melody of her new single.

Who sent the message?

"My senior has arrived home safely. Let me know she got home safely."

"Hmph..." The melody that Yosei Kurusu was humming turned into a meaningful nasal sound.

"She definitely still likes you, right? Like, she likes you a lot, a lot!"

“Hmm.” Jun Matsue looked at the streetlights swaying in the distance with his footsteps. “Of course I know.”

"..." The girl punched his shoulder hard. "Why are pine branches so popular!"

"You're so tempting, yet you have no self-respect, making everyone want to take a bite—what if you end up crumbling into pieces?"

"If you crush it into pieces, you can use it to make Dan Dan noodles." The boy calmly shook the shopping bag in his hand.

"Or it would be great for making braised pork rice—haven't we made braised pork rice at home before? It's especially delicious in winter."

Pretending to be angry, Yosei hugged the boy's shoulders and fiercely bit his earlobe.

"Who told you that? Songzhi's skin is getting thicker and thicker!"

"...I can't walk anymore."

Jun Matsue struggled to break free from the girl's grasp with one hand—Kurusu's supple and warm body was hidden under a loose sweatshirt, its outline inadvertently revealed by her touch.

The two shadows struggled for a while at the intersection before continuing forward under the dim streetlights.

The boy rubbed his wet earlobe, finding no teeth marks—it seems Miss Idol held back after all.

"Is it possible that you guys were too difficult to deal with, which is why I ended up like this?"

Lai Qiyang raised his finger and poked his face from a distance.

"They're the ones who corrupted you!"

"...Doesn't Kurusu have done something wrong?"

“Of course you’re right!” The girl reached out and helped him lift the shopping bag.

The two walked the last short stretch of road leading to the Mitakadai housing complex in peaceful silence—when the outline of the apartment building came into view, Yosuke Kurusu finally spoke.

"Pine branches."

"Ok?"

"If my songs are playing all over Tokyo this winter, will you obediently crawl under my skirt?"

"...Aren't you trying to have it both ways?" The boy turned to look at her.

"So... if all of Tokyo is listening to my songs this winter, I'll crawl under your skirt?"

"..." Jun Matsue looked helplessly into her eyes in the night wind.

"I'd be willing to wear a skirt just because of what you said."

Yosei Kurusu laughed, "What are you trying to do wearing a skirt, Matsugi?"

"Running through the streets and alleys of Tokyo, singing your songs."

Chapter 792 The Night Before the Single Release

The last three or four days of November passed by in the blink of an eye, like the warm sunshine of a late autumn afternoon—before I knew it, it was already the last Sunday.

In a luxury apartment by the Zenpukuji River, Jun Matsueda sat on the heated sofa in the living room, sharing a long, tender kiss with the girl in his arms.

The sun had just set, and the sky outside the wide French windows still showed the lingering twilight—until the last rays of the sunset completely disappeared, and the two elongated shadows pressed together on the living room floor slowly separated.

"Are you really not staying for dinner tonight, Jun-kun?" Tomatsu Yuka's brown eyes were overflowing with affection.

"Mom won't be back until eight o'clock..."

"We can't stay up this late today." The boy gently rubbed his girlfriend's cheek. "Didn't I tell you already?"

"Of course I remember." The girl pursed her lips, her right hand moving downwards with the dexterity of a snake.

"But didn't Jun-kun react again?"

"..." Matsueda Jun wrapped his arms around her waist somewhat forcefully—Tomatsu's body was limp, carrying the feeling of powerlessness that comes with the act.

"Can you still do it?"

"Can I use my mouth?" Tomatsu Yuka licked his cheek.

"And maybe I'll have energy after eating?"

"Forget it." Jun Matsueda used both hands to lift the girl who was sitting on his lap onto the sofa next to him.

"Last time, you worked from morning till afternoon, and Yuka ran out of energy after lunch, didn't she?"

"I know you just want to drag things out and make Mochizuki and the others unhappy."

Tomatsu Yuka watched the boy adjust her nightgown, a sly smile playing at the corners of her eyes.

When Tsun-kun grabbed her from behind today, his favorability rating was two points higher than usual—he didn't know if it was because of the posture or the clothes.

This affection system is basically useless now, but it's good for exploring Tsunkun's "hobbies".

A few minutes later, the young man and woman, after whispering sweet nothings to each other, finally walked to the entrance.

Tomatsu Yuka straightened the boy's collar, picked up the scarf hanging on the coat rack, and gently wrapped it around his neck.

"Isn't this scarf a bit old?" She pressed the soft fabric between her fingertips. "How about we knit another one for Tsunku before Christmas?"

This pure white scarf was a Christmas gift that the girl prepared for Tsunku when she was a first-year student—but since she never gave it to him, it remained a source of melancholy in Tomatsu Tomohana's heart.

But things are different now—the boy has already accepted the scarf, and it will accompany him through this winter.

"Isn't it necessary?" Jun Matsue wrapped the scarf tighter. "I think it's still very new, and it's both beautiful and warm."