Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Yesterday at noon, the two had a minor argument after watching "White Line Flow".

It can't really be called a dispute, because the aunt and niece have never quarreled before, and there are only some minor differences between them now.

Mochizuki Haruka held a still-warm sandwich in her palm and took a bite.

"..." She took out her phone and sent a message.

"The sandwich tastes good."

The aunt on the other side of the screen replied with a smiley face.

"As long as Xiaoyao likes it~"

The girl smiled faintly, put down her phone, and gazed at the gray sky outside the window, focusing on chewing the sandwich in her mouth.

Yesterday at noon, in the bedroom of the Wangyue family manor, Wangyue Hua looked at her niece beside her with a slightly surprised expression.

"...Haruka can't hold on anymore?"

Mochizuki nodded silently.

"Are you angry with Songzhi?" The woman on the sofa shifted her position and pressed her arm against Songzhi's.

The girl lowered her head and remained silent.

She was certainly very angry before. But as time went by and she grew distant from Songzhi, the flames of anger in her heart lost their fuel.

"You don't want to have a cold war with Songzhi anymore?"

“…This is a bit tiring.” Mochizuki Haruka nodded.

"I want to go back to Songzhi."

Especially after watching "White Line Flow," and seeing myself as someone who couldn't even get a glance from my lover.

"What about your future?" the woman asked with a hint of worry.

"Is Haruka really going to give in like this? What if Matsueda Jun wants to find other women later?"

The girl fell silent.

“You’re the eldest daughter of the Wangyue family.” Wangyue Hua gently nudged her. “What kind of talk is it to share a boyfriend with someone else?”

“But whether Matsue likes me or not has nothing to do with whether I’m a young lady or not…” Mochizuki Haruka couldn’t help but say.

“Besides, if I don’t go to Matsue, other women will go to him—that Yamami Maki recently met with him again.”

The aunt frowned; she was unaware that the youngest daughter of the Yami family had run away from home.

She gritted her teeth. "That Jun Matsueda guy... he's infuriating!"

Is he still waiting for you to come back?

The girl nodded.

"Then why are you in such a hurry?" The woman hugged her shoulders. "Anyway, he still likes you."

"If you let him control you like this, what kind of status will you have in the family in the future?" The aunt gently pinched her niece's nose.

"Even if it's just to make yourself a little more important in his heart, you have to hold on a little longer."

"Otherwise, if we really do what Songzhi wants, once he has you in his grasp, he'll start focusing on seducing other people."

“Matsue isn’t that kind of person…” Mochizuki Haruka weakly retorted.

"Anyway, don't rush." ​​Wang Yuehua hugged her.

"Matsue certainly won't refuse something that's offered to her, so why is Haruka in such a hurry?"

"Even if we really have to go along with his ideas, we have to be prepared."

"For example, whether Songzhi changes his surname, and whether there's any real guarantee of affection between him and our family in the future..."

Auntie went on and on, and Wang Yueyao finally nodded.

"I see……"

After swallowing the fish and avocado in her mouth, the gray sky before her eyes cleared again. The girl by the window blinked, watching a few yellow leaves fall from the cherry trees along the school's main road.

Despite the closed glass, Mochizuki Haruka didn't feel much of a chill.

But autumn has truly arrived.

She recalled the boy's pleading words from before.

"Please don't make me wait until winter, okay?"

The girl looked at the lunchbox in front of her, inside which lay two sandwiches.

"We've made so much, we can't eat anymore."

It's all pine branches' fault; before, we could just feed him the leftovers...

After wiping her mouth with a tissue, Mochizuki Haruka closed the lunchbox, put it back in the drawer, and got up to leave the classroom.

When the girl returned to the deserted fourth-floor corridor with a carton of milk, a somewhat abrupt figure appeared outside the back door of Class 6, Grade 3.

"..." She frowned and walked towards the girl who was peeking out from the back door.

"You're here to find pine branches?"

Suddenly a cold voice came from behind her, and Imokawa Natsumi, who was peering into the classroom through the small window, turned around abruptly.

Upon realizing that the person in front of her was Mochizuki Haruka with a cold expression, the girl's shoulders trembled again.

"Hello, Mochizuki-san..." Her voice was timid, but she didn't forget her purpose.

"Um, hasn't Songzhi returned yet?"

"..." Mochizuki Haruka's delicate eyebrows furrowed a little more, but her expression remained unchanged.

She had a fairly good impression of Natsumi Imokawa and even gave "White Line Flow" a donation on YouTube, leaving a simple comment: "The film is good."

However, Imokawa's overly alluring body always made her somewhat uncomfortable.

The girl glanced at the bulging chest beneath her uniform jacket and nodded.

"He went off to be all lovey-dovey with Tomatsu, and we don't know when he'll be back."

The obvious sarcasm in her words made Natsumi Imokawa take a half step back. Leaning against the door behind her, she nodded, clutching the paper bag in her hand.

"Oh..." She was a little disappointed, then remembered something.

"Um, I saw that Mochizuki gave a reward to 'White Line Flow'. That's your account, right? Thank you so much!"

The girl bent down and Wang Yueyao waved her hand.

"I just thought it was nice, so I gave it a tip." She glanced at the girl's hand.

"Do you have something to give to Songzhi? I can pass it on to him."

"Ah, no thanks." Natsumi Imokawa straightened up.

She pressed the paper bag containing the photos to her chest, her smile somewhat shy.

"I still want to hand it to him personally."

Looking at the faint blush on the girl's cheeks and then at the paper bag in her hand, Mochizuki Haruka suddenly had a bad feeling.

Could it be a love letter inside?

"...Would it be convenient for me to take a look?" Her tone became a bit forceful.

Natsumi Imokawa's expression immediately became conflicted. She subconsciously lowered her head and put her hands behind her back.

But after a short while, the hesitant girl seemed to remember something, took a deep breath, and straightened her chest.

"Sure, sure... Could you stand a little further back, Mochizuki-san?"

Mochizuki Haruka frowned and took a step back, watching as she carefully lifted the paper bag and pulled out a thin photograph.

It was the evening before yesterday, when the sky was ablaze with sunset colors. Natsumi Imokawa suddenly kissed Jun Matsueda on the cheek by the Arakawa River—the girl's shyness and the boy's surprise were captured in the photo, full of youthful naiveté and romance.

Seeing the person in front of her suddenly darken, Imokawa Natsumi hurriedly put the photo away and hid it behind her back.

"You like Jun Matsue?" Haruka Mochizuki's voice was even colder than when the two had first met.

Natsumi Imokawa's breathing was a little erratic, but that didn't stop her from nodding slowly and firmly.

"Yes, I like pine branches!"

As if to defend her right to what she likes, she added another sentence.

"I've already confessed my feelings to him!"

The small corridor outside the back door fell silent. The girl, who had mustered her courage, shrank her neck and nervously observed the expression of the person in front of her.

Natsumi Imokawa had already decided that if Haruka Mochizuki suddenly rushed over, she would immediately turn around and run away.

Anyway, she likes Matsue, and it has nothing to do with Mochizuki.

Mochizuki Haruka clenched the milk in her hand, squeezing the neatly arranged cardboard box out of shape.

"..."

She wanted to throw a tantrum, but looking at the timid and soft-spoken girl in front of her, and remembering that Jun Matsue and Yuka Tomatsu were not present, she felt it was pointless.

"Get out of the way."

Natsumi Imokawa hurriedly walked to the side, watching the girl walk straight past her without even closing the door.

Leaving the big-breasted, brainless girl behind, Mochizuki Haruka returned to her seat with a sullen face.

She tossed the milk into the drawer, opened the window, and let the cold wind from outside blow across her face.

The cherry trees along the avenue in the distance swayed in the wind, but the girl's gaze remained fixed.

The vibrancy of summer has faded, and the lush green treetops are gradually turning into a desolate yellow.

Wang Yueyao recalled the advice her aunt had given her yesterday.

The girl knew that her aunt was also thinking about her happiness, which was why she advised her to persevere, to be ruthless, and to consider the more distant future.

But her current unhappiness is becoming unbearable.

Chapter 743 Softening

During Wednesday's lunch break, Class 6 of Grade 3 was discussing the final division of labor for the cultural festival.

"...So it's settled then?"

Standing on the podium, Jun Matsueda turned to look at the blackboard, with the gentle-looking Tomoka Tomatsu beside him.

"During the cultural festival, the class is arranged with two baristas, one assistant, and three waiters, with two shifts rotating, each shift lasting half a day."

"The specific personnel arrangements have been written on the blackboard."

"For the accompaniment group, those who are interested can sign up with Youhua. The rest of you who don't have any tasks that day will be the main force in setting up the class. We will make arrangements after the mock exam."

"Yuhua and I will be in charge of the logistics, such as the coffee machine and tableware. Does anyone have any questions?"

"No—" came the loud and unanimous reply from below.

“OK.” Jun Matsueda held up the class project application form in his hand and paused on the podium.

"Then please have a peaceful and uneventful time during the mock exams at the beginning of the month, and then happily welcome the upcoming cultural festival."

"Oh..." The voices below drooped.

Tomatsu Yuka smiled, and the boy handed her the documents in his hand. The two walked down from the classroom together.

As they passed the middle section of the seating area, Jun Matsueda was suddenly grabbed by Ken Sakamuro, and the girl behind him also stopped in her tracks.

"Songzhi! The movie you guys acted in has already been viewed over 300,000 times!"

The boy winked at him, "Have any directors or agents contacted you?"

“First of all, that’s not a movie.” Jun Matsueda blew on his bangs.

"Secondly, ever since I learned to walk on the street, uncles and aunts wearing sunglasses have been asking me if I want to be a big star."

The people in the surrounding seats immediately laughed, and Tomatsu Yuka followed behind the boy with a smile.

"But to be honest, I'm really envious of Yuka..." The girl sitting next to her looked up with envy, "She can act and make movies with her boyfriend, and so many people watch them."

“But my character in the script is really miserable~” The girl blinked. “After appearing briefly at the beginning, I only live in Tsunkun’s memories.”