Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Mochizuki Haruka was getting sleepy listening to this. After all, she had a wealth of practical experience, and listening to her aunt, who had never actually been in the field, talk about strategy on paper was of no help whatsoever.

After confirming that Matsueda Jun hadn't engaged in any two women sharing one husband, Mochizuki Hana nodded through gritted teeth, as if to say that she would let him off the hook for the time being.

Of course, what she cared about most was whether her niece was happy.

The girl's answer was—

Not particularly satisfied.

"But if Songzhi is happy, then I am also quite fortunate, so let's just continue like this for now."

Recalling what she had said last night, Mochizuki Haruka hugged the back pressed against hers tightly, feeling its warmth.

As long as she's by Songzhi's side, nothing else matters for the time being.

The bicycle quickly stopped next to the apartment building in Mitakadai. Jun Matsueda stopped the bicycle and patted the girl's hands, which were clasped around his waist under his coat.

"I'm home."

Parking his bicycle in the bike shed, taking the hand of the girl who was waiting patiently for him, the boy opened the door to room 507 and walked straight to his bedroom, looking at Mochizuki.

"I'm going to take a nap first." Mochizuki Haruka said as she opened the door and took off the scarf around her neck. "Call me when Matsue has dinner."

She needed to conserve her energy for the battle that night.

"it is good."

Jun Matsue calmly changed his shoes and turned on the light. He first went into the bedroom and glanced at the girl who had quickly slipped into bed before returning to the living room and opening the refrigerator.

"We still have ingredients, so we don't need to buy groceries for now..."

The boy took out his phone, confirmed with Miss Idol that she had left work normally today, then went back to the chat list and clicked on the parrot avatar that had sent a new message.

"I feel like my fever has completely subsided."

Yamami Maki sent me a selfie taken in the bathroom—she was wearing thick down jackets in the mirror, her cheeks were still rosy, and she looked even more lively and cute.

"But my nose has started to run... and I have a bit of a cough."

So that's why the senior didn't send a voice message? Jun Matsue brought the ingredients into the kitchen first, then sat on the sofa and sent a message.

"Remember to take your medicine on time and drink plenty of water to detoxify."

"Okay~" the girl replied quickly, "Thank you so much, Matsue-kun. I'll have to thank you properly later!"

Is it troublesome...? The boy recalled the senior's weak, helpless, and tearful appearance last night.

"It's nothing, senior, don't push yourself too hard. If you have anything to say, just talk to me and Xinjiang."

"As for your family, you don't need to force yourself to contact them if you want to. You don't need to cut off contact with them if you want to be independent."

"Hmm~" Yamami Maki sent a smiling chick.

“I just had a video call with my mom at noon, and she found out I have a cold—she said she’ll come see me tomorrow.”

Matsueda Jun thought for a moment, "Is she alone?"

"My sister will probably come too. As for Dad... he probably still doesn't want to see me."

"It's alright, don't bother with stubborn old men." The boy's tone was rather impolite.

"Wait until he truly starts considering your happiness before you decide whether to forgive him."

"Okay~" The girl sent a voice message at the end, and Matsueda Jun seemed to be able to hear her giggling.

After exiting the chat window, the boy glanced at the time on the screen, then stretched and walked towards the kitchen.

"Let's prepare dinner first..."

At 6:30 p.m., the lingering aroma of Japanese soup filled the living room of 507. Jun Matsue carried bowls and plates into the kitchen, where Yosuke Kurusu, who was standing by the sink, was already putting on his apron.

After finishing dinner, Mochizuki Haruka immediately returned to the apartment next door. The girl said she was going to feed the cat and take a bath, and the boy already had a premonition of a fight.

After placing the bowl and plate with the remaining soup on the table next to the idol, Jun Matsueda did not turn around and leave. Instead, he watched as she turned on the tap and stretched out her slender fingers to test the water temperature.

"Remember to wear gloves," he reminded him.

When the boy lived alone, there were no gloves in the kitchen of 507, but after he came to live there, a pair of pink house gloves were added to the kitchen.

Yosuke Kurusu turned his head, looked at the gloves hanging on the wall, and then at the boy next to him.

"Let me wear the pine branch~" she said with a grin.

Jun Matsue glanced at her, took the gloves off the wall, and placed them on the girl's outstretched hands.

"This is boring!"

Miss Idol puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, put on her gloves, and picked up the dish soap that was placed to the side.

"Is Songzhi standing here to help me?"

"I would like to help, but there's not enough room for two people by the sink."

"It's okay~" The girl raised her arm, her gloves covered in fluffy white foam.

"We can be like those loving couples in TV dramas, with Songzhi hugging my waist from behind, giving me spiritual encouragement!"

"..." The boy looked at her helplessly, "Imokawa told me today about you asking her to film a music video."

Yosuke Kurusu pursed his lips, turned around and continued washing the dishes.

"Oh, what happened?"

"She said she was worried that there would be problems when she communicated with you and the team, so she wanted to invite me as well."

“Sure!” Miss Idol turned around. “That’s a great idea!”

She didn't care about potentially helping Imokawa out—who would help whom was still uncertain!

Besides, if Matsue doesn't join, we'll have to go find Tomatsu or Mochizuki anyway, so it's better to spend our time with her!

The girl blinked, her hands continuing to wash the dishes.

"But does Songzhi have that much time?"

"It should be fine, right?" Jun Matsue thought for a moment. "I quit my part-time job, didn't I?"

"You were going to check the arrangements made by Imokawa anyway, so the timing should be right."

Lai Qiyang waved his hand with great gusto, and a few drops of spray landed on the tiles on the wall.

"Then let's go!"

The boy smiled and said, "Is 'Happy End' going to be released soon? I've already seen the pre-release promotions online."

"Hmm!" Miss Idol proudly raised her head, "Released at 24:00 on November 30th!"

"The next day, December 1st, my performance clips will be displayed on the exterior screens of several major shopping districts in Tokyo, along with a small-scale artificial snowfall!"

"Such a large-scale publicity campaign?" Jun Matsueda raised an eyebrow. "It seems the agency is very confident this time."

"Of course!" Yosuke Kurusu said confidently as he washed the dishes.

"The movie 'Tomorrow's Me, Yesterday's You,' which will be released in mid-December, has already bought this song to use as its theme song!"

"The firm has confidence in me, and I have confidence in Matsueda."

"I'm ready—to rule Tokyo in December with this song!"

The boy walked up to her and put the plate that the girl had washed into the cupboard.

"Then I'll wait and see Kurusu rule Tokyo."

After discussing with Miss Idol, Jun Matsueda sent the results to Imokawa. Before Mochizuki Haruka could send a message to remind him, Jun left room 507 and pushed open the door of the apartment next door.

As he closed the security door behind him, a warm, cozy atmosphere greeted him. Jun Matsueda walked into the living room and looked at the golden cat jumping around on the sofa.

Where is your owner?

Wet footsteps came from the unseen corridor. Mochizuki Haruka, who had just finished showering, appeared before him wrapped in a white bath towel and barefoot in slippers.

"The pine branch arrived quite quickly today."

The girl dried her hair with a towel in her hand, and a few drops of water trickled down her arm, flowing over her fair, flawless, smooth, and tender armpit.

The boy took off his jacket and draped it over the sofa. "I guess this is a kind of unspoken understanding between couples?"

He guessed that the rich girl, who was both incompetent and loved to have fun, hadn't given up and wanted to try and take advantage of him tonight.

"But why did you set the air conditioner so high?"

“That way I won’t need to wear extra clothes after I take a shower,” Mochizuki Haruka said matter-of-factly.

"And if they come to the living room like last time... it's better to have the heating on than to be freezing cold."

“That’s true.” Jun Matsue picked up Kinji and brushed the cat hair off the sofa.

Once the boy sat down, the young lady, fresh from her bath, naturally sat in his lap and offered him a towel.

"Pine branch dries my hair."

Pressing her hand against his warm skin, she gently dried the damp black hair in her hands. The girl, sitting on Matsueda Jun's lap, turned her head, hooked her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his.

"Wait," the boy stopped her. "I've eaten but haven't washed up yet, and the food tastes bad."

"..." Mochizuki Haruka pouted in dissatisfaction, with an expression that said, "Why are you only telling me now?"

"Wait for me a moment."

Jun Matsueda placed the girl, whose packaging had automatically unpacked, on the sofa and then walked towards the refrigerator in the living room.

He quickly sat back down, holding an already opened box of ice cream. Mochizuki Haruka blinked curiously.

"Is this the one you mentioned before?"

The boy nodded. "The ice cream you left behind before you left the apartment. I said I'd eat it when you came back."

He lifted the lid, and the melted and then solidified ice cream wasn't pretty; it was still covered in ice crystals.

"Although it doesn't taste good, it's enough to cleanse the mouth."

Mochizuki Haruka remained in a duck-sitting position on the sofa as she watched the boy pick up a spoon and somewhat laboriously scoop up a spoonful of ice cream.

"...Let me have a taste first."

"Would you like some Wangyue?"

The girl took the spoon and put the unmelted ice cream into her mouth.

She quickly frowned, stuck out her tongue, and then wrapped her arms around the neck of the person next to her, transferring the ice cream from the tip of her tongue into his mouth.

Jun Matsuoka began to speak indistinctly, but was immediately silenced.

"It really doesn't taste good..."

Chapter 776 Visit

Two days later, on Monday afternoon, Yamami Maki put the book she was holding back into the bookshelf and turned to look out the window.

The sun is setting earlier and earlier in Tokyo; before five o'clock, the sky above the buildings is already a deep, inky black.

Right next to the window was a baseball field, surrounded by withered trees, and the surrounding lights were just turned on, casting shadows of boys running on the field.

The girl stood by the window, watched the middle school baseball game for a few minutes, then stuffed the remaining books into the bookshelf and dragged the empty cart back to the counter.

She's not in the Ochanomizu University library right now, but in the Kita-Shinjuku Ward Library—it's just across the Kanda River from her rented apartment, only a five-minute walk away.

Of course, Yamami Maki wasn't studying at the moment; her temporary job for the day was almost finished. The girl picked up the hot water she had poured and took a sip to suppress the itching sensation rising in her throat.

She wrote down her work hours and tasks in the logbook, then looked up at the somewhat old computer monitor in front of her, and then looked left and right at the large counter where she was sitting.

Tsun-kun and Tomoka must have worked like this when they were at the Setagaya Literature Museum, right?

Imagining what the boy would look like at work, two vibrations came from under the table. Yamami Maki absentmindedly pulled out her phone and looked at the messages on the screen.

Her eyes widened immediately. "Is Jun-kun coming over?!"

The gasp echoed in the room, and the girl looked up somewhat embarrassedly.

Fortunately, the archives room where she worked was now empty, otherwise she might have been reported for what happened.

Lowering her head again, Yamami Maki stared at her phone screen for a moment, then cautiously typed a reply.

Putting down her phone, the girl shifted uncomfortably. She stared at the counter for a moment before taking a small round mirror out of her bag under the table.

Without making a sound, she opened the mirror on the table, carefully examined her appearance, then ran her fingers through her hair and gently patted her cheeks.