Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"As long as you spend more than 5,000 yen and show your student ID, you can enjoy the delivery service to school. Just leave it with Ms. Kominato first."

She didn't want to take advantage of Mochizuki Haruka.

"That's good." Jun Matsue held up the wallpaper in his hand and then put it back into the shelf.

"Go look at the other things you want to buy, and then you can take this with you when you pay."

The three-person team quickly finalized the wallpaper, tablecloths, coasters, and decorative items for the coffee bar, with the staff uniforms remaining to be determined.

Tomatsu Yuka turned around and looked at the boy behind her carrying large and small bags.

"For boys, all they need is a uniform black vest, and a white shirt underneath is fine, like a school uniform."

"As for the girls... Miya and the others said they wanted to try on maid outfits."

"Maid outfits?" Jun Matsueda blinked. "As long as they're willing to wear them."

"It's not one of those light, airy maid outfits with very little fabric~" The girl's eyes held a hint of ambiguity, "It's one of those long, thick, traditional maid outfits, you know?"

"……I know."

Mochizuki Haruka, who was sending messages nearby, looked up alertly.

What are you talking about, maid outfits?

She sensed a hint of intimacy in their tone—the kind of scent she remembered from when she and Songzhi were lying together on the big bed in the bedroom back when she lived in 506.

"It's nothing." The boy lifted the bag in his hand. "Can I buy uniforms or anything like that here?"

Tomatsu Yuka pointed to the smooth ceramic tiles under her feet.

"Downstairs they sell all kinds of clothes and fabrics, and there are also semi-finished sets that you can DIY."

"Why don't you go downstairs and buy uniforms first?" Jun Matsue looked at the petite girl beside him. "I'll go back to get the wallpaper and pay at the counter while I'm at it."

To the boy's surprise, Mochizuki Haruka did not follow his plan, but nodded obediently.

"Don't wander off by yourself after you pay the bill, remember to come find me."

The girl's words were a complete departure from her previous willful attitude. Tomatsu Yuka, who had been ignored, blinked and spoke with a smile.

"Then, Mochizuki-san, come with me."

"With you here, it's perfect timing to try on another size of clothing!"

Mochizuki Haruka glared at her, then raised her little hand and waved to the boy.

"Remember to come quickly!"

The girls walked away, keeping a respectful distance, their backs to each other, each distinct yet equally beautiful. Jun Matsue smiled, then turned and walked towards the other cashier.

The line at the checkout wasn't long, but the boy's tall figure stood out among the girls around him. After politely and coldly declining the advances of the schoolgirl behind him, Jun Matsueda walked out of the store empty-handed.

The materials and props that the three of them had just chosen had been neatly placed into the delivery box by the shop assistant. The boy took out his phone, thought for a moment, and sent messages to Mochizuki and Tomatsu asking for their addresses.

Based on their compatibility, they might not necessarily stay in the same place if I'm not there.

Fortunately, Jun Matsue received the same reply.

A few minutes later, the girl standing in front of a row of maid outfits, butler uniforms, and dresses took out her cell phone from her pocket.

Tomatsu Yuka, who was gesturing with a maid outfit next to her, looked up, and her phone vibrated in her pocket as well.

"Was it sent by Jun-kun?"

Mochizuki Haruka didn't answer "yes" or "no," but simply replied to the message and put her phone back in her pocket.

She would never accept this guy's use of the title "Junkoku".

Tomatsu Yuka smiled when she didn't get a reply, and then gestured with the maid outfit in her hand towards the aloof girl next to her.

"Let's go with this one. It comes with a pattern and fabric, so you can alter it or decorate it if you want."

Mochizuki Haruka coldly turned away from the clothes in front of her.

“Songzhi said he wouldn’t come in; he would wait for us on the bench by the door.”

"I see." Tomatsu Yuka nodded. "That's fine too, we've almost finished picking out the clothes here anyway."

As if tired of her smiling composure, the girl couldn't help but speak.

"Do you know that Natsumi Imokawa confessed her feelings to Matsue?"

"..." Tomatsu Yuka blinked, clenching the sample in her hand.

That standard, perfect expression finally disappeared from her face.

When did this happen?

"I don't know." Seeing the girl's mask broken, Mochizuki Haruka's eyes finally showed satisfaction.

"Anyway, I ran into Natsumi Imokawa this Monday, and she told me about it herself."

"She also has a photo to give to Songzhi, a picture of her stealing a kiss from Songzhi while taking a picture—this guy usually seems timid, but he becomes quite flamboyant when he's in love."

Tomatsu Tomoka looked thoughtful.

"Aren't you Matsue's most considerate girlfriend? Why didn't he tell you about this?" Mochizuki Haruka immediately seized the opportunity to make a sarcastic remark.

"...Being a couple doesn't mean you know everything about each other." The girl holding the maid outfit smiled again.

Her smile this time was fainter and more genuine.

“If Jun-kun thinks I need to know something, he will definitely tell me—since he hasn’t told me, it means it’s not very important to me.”

She looked up at the young lady in front of her, "Like how Senior is now going back to Tsun-kun wanting to get back together, he didn't tell you about that, did he?"

“…I know.” Mochizuki Haruka’s delicate brows furrowed slightly again.

"So why are you telling me about Imokawa-san?" Tomatsu Yuka hung the clothes she was holding back on the shelf.

"Do you mean you want me to give Jun-kun a warning?"

"And why did you suddenly put down that pretty, sour face and insist on coming up next to me and Jun-kun?"

The girl took several maid outfits and a pure black butler vest, put them into the shopping basket she was carrying, and then turned around.

"Have you accepted reality?"

Mochizuki Haruka kept a straight face and didn't answer.

She abandoned the girl in front of her and walked straight towards the door.

As she walked out of the clothing section, Mochizuki Haruka immediately spotted Matsueda Jun sitting on a nearby bench.

The girl immediately turned around and walked quickly, but she soon slowed down and quietly circled around the boy's location.

So when the plaid school uniform skirt appeared in his peripheral vision, Jun Matsueda did not notice it immediately.

"Who is Songzhi chatting with?"

Jun Matsue paused for a moment while staring at the screen, then looked up without changing his expression.

Mochizuki Haruka sat down beside him, naturally smoothing the hem of her skirt below her hips, and turned to press her arm against the boy's.

"Yamami Maki..."

As if what she said would come true, the girl sneered inwardly.

"Okay." Jun Matsueda replied to the message and then put his phone away. There was nothing shameful about his chat history with his senior.

"My senior said she was working at the library today, so she asked me about part-time jobs here."

"Working at the library?" Mochizuki Haruka's clear eyes widened.

This is not something the Yami family should do.

“…She’s moved out and lives alone now.” The boy realized something. “You just need to know this, don’t tell anyone else.”

He added, "You can tell your aunt, but please ask her not to use this to mock the Yamagami family, and not to tell anyone else."

The girl took a few seconds to process the information before nodding.

"I see."

If she had changed her mind any later, would all of them have climbed into Songzhi's bed?

Mochizuki Haruka gripped her little skirt and gritted her teeth.

That's why she's trying to work things out... The girl turned her head and looked at Tomatsu Yuka who was walking not far away.

Let's start with the cultural festival—

If I can accept that there are other people in Songzhi's life, then what's wrong with letting him have his way?

"It's time to go back."

Wang Yueyao stood up, holding the boy's hand. The girl walking towards them from a distance quickened her pace.

However, some things will definitely not change—

"Let me make this clear first, my car won't be taking her home."

Chapter 747 Preparations in Early November

November 6th, 1 PM.

After the lunch break had subsided, the teaching building of Haneoka High School became noisy again, something it hadn't done in a long time.

Jun Matsue walked out of the teachers' office, a long roll of wallpaper slung over his right shoulder, a bag in his left hand containing a tablecloth and cardstock. He carefully turned around as he left to avoid the wallpaper roll hitting the wall and causing damage.

Ken followed him out of the office, the boy carrying several bags filled with various props and costumes.

Kominato Shoko walked to the door and watched the two figures from behind.

"Be careful on the road, don't rush!"

"Yes--"

The soft sound of the door closing echoed behind him. Jun Matsueda adjusted his posture and entered the bustling corridor, moving forward close to the wall.

There were no classes this afternoon; it was time to set up for the cultural festival. Even the third-year students' corridors were unusually lively, with everyone carrying their class's materials and props in and out, and some people already had paint stains on their hands.

As he greeted the third-year students who were hurrying past him, Jun Matsueda couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard them call out "Hikaru Kashiwabara's" name.

"Could you please distinguish between the actor and the role?" he said irritably, waving the wallpaper roll on his shoulder.

Sakamuro Ken, who was walking behind, laughed along, "Matsueda is a big star now."

"Hey, do you think Imokawa will ever make a basketball movie?" The boy asked, bending his arm and showing off his muscular biceps while carrying a bag.

"I think I have the potential to be a leading actor!"

Jun Matsueda turned around and glared at him. "If Imagawa is making a basketball film, why don't you cast me as the lead?"

"..." Sakamuro Ken looked like he suddenly realized something. "So my dream of making a basketball movie is just gone like that?"

"It's okay, you can play the role of the basketball demon king, and in the end I will defeat you with all my might."

"Kawata Masashi?" The boy scratched his cheek. "I want to be Sawakita Eiji..."

Chatting about this and that, the boys went up to the fourth floor—the corridor with only two classes was less crowded, but the noise was still quite noticeable.

A sudden gust of cold wind blew in, and Jun Matsueda shrank his neck. Ken Sakamuro behind him tilted his head to look at the other side of the corridor.

"Who opened the terrace door?"

"Maybe he wanted to blow away the smell of paint?"

"It's freezing in the wind!" the boy complained, his coat unbuttoned.

"Why does it feel so cold all of a sudden, just because it's an exam?"

Jun Matsueda smiled as he looked at the girl who peeked out of the classroom door and waved to him.

"After all, it's already November."

The third mock exam just ended yesterday. The students in Class 6 of Grade 3 listened to classes all morning today before finally putting down their test papers and focusing on welcoming the arrival of November.

Back in the classroom, Tomatsu Yuka took the long wallpaper roll from the boy and carefully held it upright against her chest.

"Tsun-kun, you've worked hard~"

"It's just moving some things." Jun Matsue took off his coat and draped it over his hand.

"Aren't you cold?" The girl pinched his arm through his shirt.