Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"What do you mean!" The idol was so angry that she was completely sober and strode towards the dining table.

"I'm done eating." Mochizuki Haruka stood up calmly.

She picked up a tissue, wiped her mouth, and turned gracefully toward the entrance.

"I'm going back to get my schoolbag and feed Jinzhi while I'm at it. Songzhi, wake me up when we leave."

"it is good."

The boy nodded, watching Kurusu Yosei stop across the table and stare at the girl's retreating figure.

"Kurasu got up early today."

"Hmph!" The idol's nasal tone carried the anger that hadn't yet dissipated.

She turned around, picked up the boy's milk, and drank the last sip.

"Phew—" The girl, having calmed down, put down the glass.

"The new song will be released at the end of the month, so I need to hurry up and prepare."

"I'm really looking forward to it," Jun Matsueda smiled. "Kurusu is going to be trending again."

"Hmph~" Kurusu Yosei raised her chin, her confident eyes revealing a lively girlishness.

"Of course! This is the culmination of my and Songzhi's efforts, it's bound to succeed!"

"Don't use such strange language..." The boy stood up, carrying a plate and a glass into the kitchen.

"Hurry up and wash up, so you don't have to reheat the sandwich later."

"Oh~" Miss Idol turned around to walk towards the restroom, but then stopped.

"Remember to keep an eye on Mochizuki Haruka!" she shouted to the boy through the glass wall of the kitchen.

"Look how arrogant she's become!"

"Also, don't let her connect the balcony—I share an apartment with Songzhi, 507 doesn't belong to her, Wangyue Yao!"

“I’ll think of something…” Jun Matsuoka’s answer was not clear as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Is there anything you want to eat in Kurusu? I'll buy it after school."

"...No, I don't think so." The girl thought for a moment, then turned and went to wash up.

"But I want to eat sweet persimmons! Songzhi, see if the supermarket has any good persimmons for sale!"

"no problem."

The boy returned to his bedroom, made his bed, picked up his uniform bag, and went back to the living room.

"Then I'll head out first."

"Oh!" Yosei Kurusu poked her head out of the bathroom, her mouth still stuffed with a toothbrush.

Be careful on the pine-covered road!

"Okay~" Matsueda Jun replied in her tone, walked out of the apartment, and closed the door behind him.

He walked to the door of room 506 next door, knocked twice, called out "Wangyue," and stood aside to wait.

Outside the corridor are tall trees below the apartment building, evergreen all year round. Only in the bleak autumn season do their canopies appear to have shrunk considerably.

However, Mochizuki had clearly changed, the boy thought, listening to the footsteps behind the door.

If it were the old Mochizuki, she would have been even more "arrogant" than she is now—when Kurusu stormed over, she would definitely have stood up and confronted him without hesitation, instead of calmly walking away.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you"—Mochizuki's attitude seems to have transformed into a different kind of arrogance.

Mochizuki opened the door, and Kinchi, who had followed her to her feet, meowed twice before being bent down and carried back inside by the girl.

She turned around and tugged at the boy's sleeve.

"Let's go."

Jun Matsue took her hand and led her to the stairwell, the wind in the corridor considerately passing by them.

So the current Mochizuki is no longer the domineering young lady who claimed she didn't care about anything, just to force the issue.

Instead, it was Mochizuki Haruka who kept her word and was willing to turn a blind eye to him.

The boy on the stairs gripped the delicate hand he was holding tightly, while the girl beside him shook it off in disgust.

"It's so hot."

Jun Matsue laughed, "I'll give you some extra heat so you won't get cold while riding your bike later."

The two walked out of the apartment building and pushed their bicycles out of the bike shed.

Upon reaching the roadside and mounting his bicycle, the boy pulled out two pairs of gloves from the small bags hanging on either side of his bike frame—first handing the slightly smaller white gloves to the girl, then putting on his own pure black gloves.

"and many more."

Mochizuki Haruka took his hand and took out a delicate little bottle from her uniform bag.

"Don't forget to apply moisturizer."

"...We're already wearing gloves, do we still need to apply the cream?"

Jun Matsue was somewhat helpless; he didn't really like the slippery feeling on his hands.

"It's on your face!" The girl rolled her eyes at him.

“You ride your bike every day, exposing your face and neck to the cold wind. If you don’t protect them, you’ll soon have the face of a weathered old man.”

She added another sentence.

"Although he'll definitely be a handsome, weathered middle-aged man."

As Mochizuki Haruka spoke, she opened the bottle cap, squeezed the skin cream onto her hand, and looked at the boy in front of her.

Matsueda Jun lowered his head consciously, and the girl reached out her hands and smeared white cream on his face.

At first, it felt cool and slippery, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of her small hands. Wangyue simply spread the skin cream on his cheeks, and then spread it to his cheekbones and forehead.

When the pink, soft hands covered his eyes, the boy subconsciously closed them, then quickly opened them again.

Rather than closing his eyes, he preferred to admire the focused expression on Mochizuki's face as she applied skin cream to him.

The girl in front of me tilted her head back, her upper body swaying gently with the movement of her hands. She pursed her lips slightly, her expression like a sculptor polishing his masterpiece.

After applying the skin cream, Mochizuki Haruka blinked, her thick, long eyelashes trembling with the boy's breath.

"Apply it to your neck too!"

Matsueda Jun smiled and stretched his neck, the cool touch spreading around his neck. When the girl finished applying the cream, she even pinched his Adam's apple.

"Alright." Mochizuki Haruka nodded in satisfaction, rubbing the remaining cream from her palm onto the back of her hand.

"Is it OK?" The boy naturally picked up the small bottle she had placed aside.

"Then I'll apply the paint to Mochizuki."

"...Why didn't you say so earlier!" The girl glared at him. "I had already applied it before I left the house."

Jun Matsue shrugged regretfully. "Then let's leave it for next time."

"No!" Mochizuki Haruka closed her eyes again and tilted her face up.

"It's a bit windy today, and I didn't put enough on my face. Pine branch, please put some more on for me."

"Follow your orders~"

The boy squeezed out some hand cream and, mimicking the girl's earlier action, gently rubbed it onto her cheeks with his palms.

Cheeks, nose tip, eyebrows, earlobes... he personally traced the parts of his face that his gaze had just lingered on.

Mochizuki, of course, did not have an Adam's apple, so when Matsueda Jun finished speaking, he gently pecked her lips.

"..." Mochizuki Haruka opened her eyes, her face seemingly flushed with a warm blush from the boy's caresses.

You ate my lip balm!

“I’m not going to eat it.” Jun Matsue smiled and pursed his lips. “I’m just going to share a little with you.”

The girl glanced at the few people on the road and poked him with a look of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Ride your bike!"

As he mounted his bicycle, Jun Matsueda didn't immediately start pedaling. Instead, he glanced back at the girl on another bicycle.

"Don't walk next to me, I'll block the wind for you."

Mochizuki lowered her head, her delicate white functional gloves gripping the handlebars tightly.

"I remember."

"Shall we set off then?"

"Set off."

Two bicycles rode out of the intersection one after the other. Jun Matsueda looked back again. The girl's black hair was flowing, and she looked particularly dashing.

"Focus on the road!" Mochizuki Haruka reminded him impatiently. "You can look around whenever you want once we get to school."

Yes, yes~

Two bicycles rode along the street, waiting side by side at each intersection, like mice carrying their companion by the tail as they scurried through the woods, or like two inseparable crows.

Once again, she and Jun Matsueda embarked on their journey to school. Upon arriving at the school gate, the girl's feelings were remarkably simple—

"Songzhi! You've applied too much moisturizer!"

Chapter 768 The Impulse to Trick

The next day, Thursday at noon, Jun Matsueda walked away alone from the cafeteria window, carrying a bowl of curry udon with noodles.

Upon entering the dining area, the tables, which are usually quite crowded, appeared rather empty today.

The boy casually found a table to sit down and looked at the brown-skinned sports students who were still choosing from the windows not far away.

Yes, he didn't come to the cafeteria alone at noon today, but his companion was neither Tomatsu nor Mochizuki, but the starving Sakamuro Ken.

As for why—

Scooping up a spoonful of hot curry soup and putting it in his mouth, Jun Matsueda turned his head to look at the gloomy sky howling outside the cafeteria window.

Today's weather in Mitaka City: a high of 13 degrees Celsius and a low of 7 degrees Celsius, both reaching the lowest values ​​since November in Tokyo.

Yesterday, when Mochizuki and I rode our bikes to school, the wind was already quite strong. Today, the wind on the Haneoka High School campus continued to intensify, blowing fallen leaves like a tide along the school's main road.

In this kind of weather, there are naturally not many people willing to brave the cold and wind to eat in the cafeteria—Matsueda Jun and Sakamuro Ken are exceptions; they are the type who would rather endure the cold than not enjoy a good meal.

He swallowed two mouthfuls of soup curry, the hot soup quickly dispelling the chill from his body. The boy looked up and saw his companion still standing at the window.

"Sakamuro—" he called out, craning his neck.

Sakamuro Ken, standing in front of the bright window, waved to him with his back turned.

"I'm waiting for the freshly made hamburger patties. Pine, don't worry about me, just eat!"

So the boy lowered his head, took out his phone, and slowed down his eating pace—in this kind of weather, it wouldn't feel right to finish eating early and leave his companions behind.

Picking up a few udon noodles and putting them in his mouth, Jun Matsue chewed them slowly while looking at the messages on his phone.

Tomatsu sent me a photo of the girls' desks pushed together, with various breads and drinks on them—a fruit sandwich and a bottle of matcha were circled in the photo, which were probably Tomatsu's lunch.

"Why don't you buy a bottle of hot milk and some bread?" the boy replied, picking up a slice of pumpkin.

The girl sent him another picture of an unwrapped sandwich, revealing large strawberries and thick cream inside the bread.

"The fruit sandwich was too sweet; the bitter matcha would have been perfect!"

“That makes sense.” Jun Matsuoka nodded and continued scrolling down the chat box.

Mochizuki didn't send him a picture of her lunch—she was still waiting for Matsue to bring her rice balls.

The girl simply sent a message, changing her pre-ordered oat milk to hot chocolate milk.

"Isn't this a bit odd to serve with rice balls?"

Mochizuki Haruka sent a haughty black cat emoji: "Chocolate milk feels warmer, makes it easier to sleep."

"Alright." The boy swallowed the pumpkin, then scooped up a piece of pork and ate it with the thick soup.

Finally, there was Yamami Maki's message—it came in the morning, but Matsueda Jun was in class and didn't see it, so it naturally sank to the bottom.