Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Now she knows the answer, but she's still a little unwilling to accept it.

Isn't this just like saying that guy was born to be a scumbag?

“Tsun-kun is indeed very confident in this area.” Tomatsu Tomoka’s eyes also showed a hint of helplessness.

The two remained silent for a while, seemingly helpless in the face of the man's desires.

"Songzhi! Stop watching from the sidelines, come up and spike it!"

A loud commotion suddenly erupted outside the tennis court. Hearing a familiar name, the girls turned their heads in unison—

The boys on the basketball court seemed to have just finished a game. The tall Ken Sakamuro stood in the center, waving a basketball toward the sidelines.

Jun Matsue slowly walked onto the stage, saying, "Everyone says I'm a bit tired today..."

"Where are you tired?" Ken Sakamuro asked as he took the basketball from Ken's hands. "You ran faster than me during warm-up!"

"I'm conserving my energy, don't you understand...?"

The boy's words did not reach the tennis court, nor did the distant bench attract his attention—Matsueda Jun casually dribbled the ball toward the basket, taking the last two long strides and gathering his strength.

The girls on the sidelines of the tennis court kept their heads turned, watching their favorite boy leap high into the air, stretch his arms, and slam the ball into the basket.

A powerful "bang" rang out, and the girls' bodies trembled. They watched as Matsueda Jun hung on the basket with one hand and swayed for a moment before landing lightly.

The boy's powerful movements made them fall silent for a while.

Mochizuki Haruka blinked.

The girl recalled the night before last, when she had crawled onto the bed like a little pony—

Matsueda Jun gripped her high ponytail with one hand as if it were a rein, thrusting wildly while slapping her delicate buttocks loudly with the other hand...

Tomatsu Yuka also blinked.

The girl recalled how, yesterday afternoon, Tsunku had recklessly pressed himself against her—

Her legs were pinned in mid-air, swaying pitifully, while the boy gently gripped her neck with both hands, violently pounding into her like a machine...

The two looked away. One shifted slightly in her chair, while the other reached out and stroked her beautifully shaped neck, swallowing silently.

"This guy has been working hard for two days, how come he's still like an ox..."

Mochizuki Haruka turned her head to the side and complained to the person next to her. Tomatsu Yuka nodded slightly, agreeing with her words.

The sounds of tennis balls hitting the court continued, and the distance between the girls seemed to have unexpectedly shortened a little.

During his lunch break, Jun Matsue ate his lunch on the rooftop as usual, and then walked into the stairwell with Yuka Tomatsu.

"By the way, was Yuka chatting with Mochizuki during PE class?"

"..." The girl holding his arm smiled. "Did Jun-kun see that?"

The boy nodded. "What are you guys talking about?"

Tomatsu Tomoka tilted her head slightly. "I'm passing on my experience in playing the erhu to Mochizuki. Do you believe me, Tsunkun?"

Jun Matsueda shifted his gaze from the stairs in front of him to the face of the girl who had been teasing him.

"If that's the case, then I can rest assured..."

The girl's soft laughter echoed in the stairwell, carrying a hint of mischievous pleasure.

In fact, she didn't talk much with Mochizuki Haruka at all—after exchanging provocative words to probe each other's information, the two quickly left the bench and went to find their respective companions.

After all, it's better to have a few words when you don't see eye to eye. Perhaps Tsun-kun can help them get along in the future, but certainly not now.

"It'll probably be possible only after I graduate from university, right?" Tomatsu Yuka thought to herself.

However, what is more likely to happen then is a scene of disintegration.

Regardless of her own thoughts, Mochizuki's spoiled nature would inevitably surface sooner or later, not to mention that Tsunku was planning to take action against Kuriki Yosei...

The girl believed that she would be the most patient and have the best chance of winning at that time.

"Youhua?"

A boy's soft voice called from beside her, and Tomatsu Yuka came back to her senses, revealing a gentle, nonchalant smile.

"uh-huh?"

"I plan to submit my resignation to the Literature Museum this weekend, so I'm letting you know in advance."

The girl blinked in surprise, suppressing the scheming thoughts and ideas in her mind.

"Why are you planning to resign?" She quickly thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that Mochizuki Haruka requested this?"

Although they reached a temporary agreement on the rooftop during the cultural festival, if Mochizuki Haruka encourages Tsunku to resign, then he will spend more time at home and less time with her!

"Looking at the moon?" The boy shook his head and stepped into the fourth-floor corridor first.

"I was thinking that time was running out—"

"The joint exam is in mid-January. If I can leave smoothly by the end of this week, it will only take about two months at most."

"It's time to get into sprint mode and prepare for the exam with all our might."

"I see~" Tomatsu Yuka breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in understanding.

“Then I’ll apply for resignation together with Jun-kun—it’s pointless for me to work at the Literature Museum alone without you.”

Jun Matsue smiled and said, "I'll have to study with you a lot more then."

The two walked toward the classroom. Just before they entered, a girl with a cool and aloof demeanor walked out from the back door and came face to face with them.

"You're back?" Mochizuki Haruka stopped and frowned as she looked at the two people in front of her.

Although they had already agreed on it, the girl still felt unhappy seeing them openly having lunch together and then coming back.

"I was just about to go find Songzhi." She took a step closer to the boy.

"Ms. Kominato just came to the classroom and asked you to go to her office when you get back."

"I understand." Jun Matsue turned and walked back the way he came, with Yuka Tomatsu following behind him.

"Wait a minute." Mochizuki Haruka grabbed her arm.

"The teacher didn't call on you."

Tomatsu Yuka turned her head to look, then turned back—the boy was already waving to her from a distance.

"Yuhua, you should rest first. I'll be back in a bit."

"..." She stopped and turned to look at the aloof girl standing at the back door.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"Who told you to keep following him around at school?" Mochizuki Haruka asked, looking completely justified.

"What did we agree on before?" Tomatsu Yuka asked softly.

Mochizuki Haruka didn't really think too much about it. It was just that she had just clashed with Tomatsu Yuka in the morning's PE class, and then saw her and Matsue coming back all lovey-dovey at noon, which made the girl feel like she had lost.

"...Anyway, Kominato-sensei didn't ask you to come over!"

Tomatsu Yuka sighed, shook off the small hand that was holding hers, and walked into the classroom.

Instead of causing trouble for me at school, you should think about how to prevent Yang Shisang from getting into Chunjun's bed.

The girl with a cold expression remained unmoved and followed behind her to close the door.

Pushing open the office door, Jun Matsue first felt a faint chill.

The heating in the teachers' office is synchronized with that in the student classrooms, but there are only two or three teachers sitting in the space, which is about the same size as the classrooms, so the chill is quite noticeable.

The boy found his homeroom teacher's seat. Kominato Shoko, dressed in a suit, had just gotten up from her seat, holding a large folder in her arms.

The female teacher turned around, "Songzhi is here!"

Her face showed a look of relief, and she pointed to a stack of papers on the desk behind her.

"These are all materials and notices related to this week's parent-teacher meeting. The office printer broke down this morning and wasn't fixed until almost noon..."

"I need to attend a grade-level meeting now and don't have time to organize these documents. Can Songzhi help me?"

“No problem.” Jun Matsue walked to her side and sat down in the office chair without hesitation.

"Is it enough to just categorize and count the quantities?"

"Okay!" Ms. Kominato, holding the folder, adjusted her heels. "I'm going to a meeting now."

"If Matsue can't handle it all by himself, he can call Yuka along too—I'll treat you to some snacks later!"

The woman spoke as she walked out of the office and closed the door. The crisp sound of her low-heeled footsteps quickly faded into the distance, and the room fell silent again.

The boy sat at his desk, casually picked up a stack of papers and flipped through them—these were summary tables of several mock exams this semester, which needed to be separated by student ID number.

"The workload is indeed quite large..."

Jun Matsue stretched, not intending to disturb Tomatsu's rest.

Let's start by organizing the files closest to him.

A few minutes later, the two remaining teachers in the office also went out to a meeting, leaving only Jun Matsueda in the room.

The quiet space at midday is quite rare. The boy is focused on organizing documents, enjoying the white noise of pages turning and the clicking of the mouse.

...Wait, the mouse?

He stopped what he was doing and looked up to find the source of the sound.

There was someone else in the corner of the office, the boy blinked.

Behind the furthest desk diagonally opposite sat a girl in a uniform—although her face was obscured by the computer on the desk, Songzhi felt that her full figure against the desk looked somewhat familiar.

“…Imokawa?” he called out tentatively.

"Huh?" The girl leaned to the side and peeked her head out from behind the computer.

"Ah!" Natsumi Imokawa's voice immediately showed obvious surprise as she stood up.

"Why is Songzhi in the office too?!"

"...I've been here for quite a while now." Matsueda Jun said, somewhat speechless. "Didn't you notice?"

"No, I'm busy editing photos." The girl shook her head honestly, her straightforwardness somewhat endearing.

She then noticed the now empty office. "Why is no one in the room?"

"The teachers are all in a meeting," the boy said, continuing to organize his documents. "What kind of image are you editing?"

"The photos from the opening ceremony of the cultural festival were taken by the principal at my request."

"Since I have more free time at school right now, I borrowed my homeroom teacher's computer to edit the photos—it feels like a waste of time to do them when I get home."

“That’s true.” Jun Matsue nodded.

"But aren't you taking away work from the news department?"

“…Huh?” The girl standing there paused for a moment, “It seems so.”

"That's okay," the boy said, turning back to comfort her.

"After all, you're a professional now, so it's normal for the school leaders to want you to handle such a big event."

“Right!” Natsumi Imokawa proudly puffed out her chest.

She sat back down and craned her neck to look around.

"So what are the pine branches for?"

"Organize the files." Jun Matsueda slapped the pile of papers in front of him with a loud thud.

"Another parent-teacher conference is coming up."

"I see..." The girl tilted her head again, peeking at him furtively from behind the computer.

"Songzhi, I saw you dunk in PE class."

"The scene was so cool! It's a pity I didn't bring my camera so I couldn't take a picture..."

"Really?" The boy placed the neatly arranged stack of documents a little further away. "Thank you for the compliment."

The room was quiet for a while, and there was no clicking of the mouse. Jun Matsueda looked up.

Imokawa remained seated behind her computer, her body not resting against the edge of the desk, but leaning back in her office chair, seemingly doing nothing.