Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"That's still pretty impressive." The boy raised his arms, encompassing the audience seats in front of him.

"Look at all the audience members at the screening, and the enthusiastic response online. Mr. Imokawa must be quite happy to know this, right?"

The atmosphere at the three-person seating area was brought back to normal, and the girl nodded, making a cheerful nasal sound.

"Yes! Dad said I'm better than he was back then!"

Looking at those bright, natural eyes that had rekindled in her peripheral vision, Tomatsu Yuka felt somewhat helpless.

Good friends are indeed a complicated relationship.

Even if she tries to steer the conversation and subtly dampen the girl's enthusiasm, the boys around her end up paying more attention to this naturally ditzy, big-breasted girl because they care about Natsumi Imokawa's feelings...

Looking at the boys and girls parting ways on the screen, Tomatsu Yuka smoothed the strands of hair that had fallen over her shoulder.

Ultimately, whether Tsunku likes Imokawa Natsumi or not, his interference is pointless.

Because she wasn't a "judge"—the girl recalled what Yami Maki had said last month.

Even though her own love life is a mess, what she says to others is so accurate... Tomatsu Yuka smiled again.

As the scene on the screen transitioned to the second act, and 'Konno An' made her final exit, Matsueda Jun felt the girl to his right gently squeeze his arm.

"what happened?"

He turned his head, and Natsumi Imokawa, who had been discussing the plot, also looked over.

"I'm leaving now." Tomatsu Yuka lit up her phone screen and waved it at the boy.

"The wind band is also preparing for a performance, and I'd like to go and take a look."

"Should I go with you?"

Jun Matsue spoke these words so softly that only the girl in front of him could hear them.

"No need." Tomatsu Yuka shook her head. "Once the brass band is done, I should go back and prepare my accompaniment. See you in class then."

She stood up and waved to the girl on the other side.

"I'm going now."

Imokawa Natsumi blinked hard, seemingly unaware of the unexpected joy before her.

"Oh……"

Tomatsu Yuka handed the boy a cup of jasmine tea, then crouched down and walked off the court.

"I'll leave the drinks for Tsunuki~"

Jun Matsue opened the jasmine tea and took a sip. When he turned around, Natsumi Imokawa's face was already pressed against his without him saying a word.

"Now it's just the two of us?" The girl's enthusiasm returned.

"What do you mean it's just the two of us?" Jun Matsueda distanced himself from her. "Aren't there still so many people sitting in the audience?"

"That's not what I meant." Turning back to watch Tomatsu Tomohana's departing figure, Imokawa Natsumi felt a sense of freedom returning.

She thought for a moment, "Matsue, have you told Tomatsu-san that I like you?"

"No, not at all." Jun Matsue placed the sweet jasmine tea on his lap.

"However, I wouldn't be surprised if Tomatsu knew something."

"No wonder..." The girl patted her chest. She felt that Tomatsu's gaze at her just now was a little strange.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Natsumi Imokawa picked up the notebook on her lap and flipped through a few pages.

"Songzhi Songzhi, which of the three female protagonists in 'White Line Flow' is your favorite?"

Jun Matsueda's gaze returned to the big screen, which showed the scene of "Kaede Fujii" bumping into "Hikaru Kashiwabara" again at university.

"Fujii Kaede, I guess."

"Why?" the girl asked, her eyes wide.

"Because only Fujii Kaede never gave up on the person she liked—this kind of girl was rejected by Kashiwabara Hikaru from beginning to end, Imokawa is really a bit malicious."

“I see…” Natsumi Imokawa wrote in her notebook in the dim light, and the boy glanced at her curiously.

"what are you doing?"

"Record the pine branch's answer." The girl looked up.

"I asked my mom the other day how to pursue Songzhi, and she said to start by understanding your preferences!"

She held up her notebook, "So I prepared a lot of questions and wanted to ask them all."

"..." Matsueda Jun recalled a certain girl's strategy notes—those two notebooks should be lying in the Mochizuki family's manor right now.

"What season's sky does the pine branch prefer?" Natsumi Imokawa then asked.

"Summer?" The boy thought for a moment. "Summer clouds feel very vibrant, and the sky is especially beautiful."

"I like summer too~" The girl nodded, "Then how do you think the pine branches will cope with rainy days?"

"...It's fine to work, study, or rest, as long as I stay indoors. Going out on rainy days is too much trouble."

"I actually enjoy going out to take photos on rainy days~" Natsumi Imokawa stared at the boy's face, "Would Matsueda be willing to go out with me?"

Jun Matsue did not answer. He glanced at the girl's thirst for knowledge and silently pushed the question away.

The boy quickly realized that the list of questions from Imokawa wasn't the kind of generic "couple compatibility" survey he'd seen before.

What's your favorite song played in convenience stores?

Which basketball stance do you think looks the coolest?

What's the most memorable thing about cycling?

The girl's whimsical questions were like soft tentacles of curiosity, and Jun Matsue found himself seemingly unbothered by being overwhelmed by them.

In the quiet auditorium, the dialogue on the screen flowed slowly, while the "Imokawa-style investigation" in the corner of the audience continued quietly.

"And one last question—" Natsumi Imokawa turned another page, "Which fairy tale character does Matsueda like the most?"

"The Little Prince." The boy didn't hesitate much.

"The Little Prince?" The girl's eyelashes trembled in the light and shadow. "What about the female characters?"

“Female characters…” Jun Matsueda thought for a moment, “Little Red Riding Hood?”

“Little Red Riding Hood…” This time, Natsumi Imokawa didn’t press the matter, but instead looked thoughtful.

Can I fit into Little Red Riding Hood's costume?

Chapter 751 Turn-to-Turn

In the dimly lit auditorium, Mochizuki Haruka on the big screen had a melancholy light in her eyes as she looked at the boy standing on the same patch of green lawn.

"Kashiwabara, what are you looking at?"

"Can't you even look at me a little longer...?"

Sitting in a corner of the audience, Jun Matsueda lowered his head, not looking at the heartbreaking sadness on the girl's face.

"I remember when we filmed this scene, Mochizuki used a lot of eye drops~"

The boy turned his head to the side, and Imokawa Natsumi stared at the screen with a relaxed and innocent expression—his pity for the screen girl was quickly shattered.

Jun Matsuoka sighed softly, took out his phone, and shielded the screen from the light to check the time.

It's almost eleven o'clock, and this young lady had been waiting for him to come home on time without saying a word.

The boy sent a message to his morning shift group, and after receiving a reply, he clicked on the aloof black cat avatar in the contact list.

"The milk at the bar is almost gone. I'll go to the cafeteria to get another case. I'll be back a little late."

Mochizuki didn't reply; she was probably still playing the violin. Matsueda Jun put away his phone and looked at the girl in the next seat who was secretly moving closer to him.

"Imokawa, I'm getting ready to leave too."

Natsumi Imokawa leaned in suddenly, her bulging shirt pressing flat against the notebook in her arms.

"So fast? The second act isn't even over yet!"

"The class is almost out of milk, I need to go to the cafeteria and get a case," the boy said confidently.

"Then I'll go with you." The girl picked up the coat that was beside her.

"As long as I'm back before the screening ends, it's fine for me to go to the cafeteria with Matsue!"

She even stood up before the boys, leaving Jun Matsueda with no choice but to follow her out of the hall from the edge.

The auditorium entrance wasn't as bustling as the teaching building across the street. The boy turned around and stepped onto the main road, walking away with his back to the noise drifting in.

"I'm here to work as a porter, not to have fun. What is Yuchuan doing following me?"

A cool breeze swept past the two of them. Imokawa Natsumi raised her arm to put on her coat, concealing the curve of her shirt being stretched out in front of her chest.

“At least I can chat with Songzhi for a while!” she said without hesitation. “It’s no fun for me to be alone in the auditorium.”

Watching the wind blow the girl's black hair behind her ears into beautiful arcs, Jun Matsue tacitly agreed to her automatic following.

As long as Imokawa doesn't get into a direct attack mode, it doesn't matter if we walk and chat together.

"Speaking of which, Imokawa must have read his own works many times. When you read them, do you feel the same emotions as the average viewer?"

“No.” Natsumi Imokawa shook her head. “It’s a regret for a creator, I suppose.”

"But I think it's also very interesting!" She took a slightly deviated step forward, naturally closing the distance between herself and the boy.

"Although I don't feel the same profound emotions as the audience, the characters and stories that exist in my heart are more real and vivid than any masterpiece I've ever seen as a viewer before..."

"Before, I could only observe the world through a screen, but now I can interact with the world through the screen and convey my thoughts to everyone—"

"Seeing them laugh and cry because of my story is truly a very fulfilling thing!"

The girl's voice was exceptionally clear and lively in the autumn wind, as happy and content as a fawn after a good meal. Jun Matsue smiled and then looked down at her.

"You can say whatever you want, but please don't tug at my sleeve, okay?"

The girl glared at him, a little aggrieved. "Didn't you always make me hold your sleeve when we were shopping before?"

The boy lowered his arm and said, "That's because you were carrying a camera on the street without looking where you were going."

What's more, Jun Matsue had no idea at the time that the guy holding his sleeve was about to confess his feelings to him.

The two quickly arrived at the cafeteria. Imokawa Natsumi stopped at the door, watching the boy go inside and then come out carrying a box of milk.

"Don't you need help with the pine branch?" The girl stretched out her arm. "Actually, I'm quite strong!"

“No need.” Jun Matsue weighed the box in his arms. “It doesn’t actually weigh much.”

He had arranged to come and move the milk with Ken Sakamuro this morning because it was his first time doing it; actually, one person would have been enough.

Despite the extra weight, the boy's steps remained steady on the way back. As he watched the auditorium gradually approaching in the distance, Imokawa Natsumi pouted her full lips.

"So, is Songzhi free this weekend?"

Jun Matsue paused, recalling the girl's expectant question from last week.

Does Imokawa really intend to ask this every week?

“…I definitely won’t be free.” The boy kept walking. “We have to continue the cultural festival tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday… I told you about it last time.”

"You're busy all day?" Natsumi Imokawa leaned closer and asked.

Her full breasts pressed against the edge of the plastic box, creating a soft deformation at the bottom edge.

"Isn't the cultural festival supposed to end in the afternoon? There's still plenty of time in the evening!"

"...What do you plan to do with all that time in the evening?" Jun Matsue glanced at her.

"We can have dinner and watch a movie together!" Natsumi Imokawa had already planned it out. "We can also go shopping together and buy each other clothes!"

"If we hold hands and walk around like this, and hug each other a few times, we should be able to sleep together—"

"We've arrived at the auditorium." The boy stopped and called out to her, "It's time for Imokawa to go back."

"..." The girl glared at him again.

When she's thirsty, she can't get any sweet milk—that's how adorable her resentment is.

"So Songzhi is still unavailable?"

"I'm busy." Jun Matsueda shook his head.