Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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It was a voice message from Yosuke Kurusu, along with a set of cute chibi-style emoticons just for girls.

"Songzhi! Your song has passed the production department's review without any problems!"

The girl's voice was so lively that the boy had to hold the phone's earpiece close to his ear to avoid being overheard.

"We're currently working on the instrumental arrangement. I'll send it to you when it's finished!"

"No problem," he replied in a voice message as well. "Feeling like we'll be hearing a new song soon?"

“Then I’m not in a hurry~” Idol sent a chibi version of Kurusu’s smiling emoji.

"I feel this song is perfect for winter."

"It would be best to postpone the release date further, at least until the leaves fall in Tokyo."

Winter... Jun Matsueda looked up at the swaying shadows of trees outside the stairwell window.

The crisp, dry air, the hazy white sky, and the wind blowing the scarves of passersby on the street—it truly is the season for listening to sad love songs and indulging in sentimental moments.

But he was still hoping to release his new song as soon as possible.

I hope that when winter comes, there will be more people walking around me...

Back on the fourth-floor corridor, the boy was about to continue down when a girl walking towards him made him stop.

"Has Chun-kun finished his vision test?"

Tomatsu Yuka waved the green medical examination form in her hand and walked towards him with cheerful little steps.

Jun Matsue nodded. "The vision and hearing tests on the fifth floor are all done."

Are there many people now?

"Not many, I suppose." He glanced down before going downstairs, and the girl who had been crouching at the end of the corridor had disappeared.

"Then I'll go up now~" The girl looked towards the stairwell, then suddenly remembered something.

She pulled the boy aside to a corner and mysteriously opened the medical examination form in her hand.

"Let me show you my stats for this year!"

Jun Matsue took the green paper and looked at it. There was a sticky note on the medical examination form, which covered the part that showed his height, weight, and measurements.

"Were these handed out by the staff during the physical examination?"

"That's right, the older sisters are super thoughtful!"

The boy lifted the sticky note, glanced at the numbers on it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"It's one centimeter taller."

"But your weight doesn't seem to have changed much?"

"I wanted to lose some weight," the girl pouted. "It must be because I ate too much with Jun-kun."

“Anyway, I haven’t gained weight.” Jun Matsueda continued looking down, and Yuka Tomatsu leaned her head closer.

"Can Chun-kun understand measurements?"

He shook his head. "It's okay, I measured it myself anyway."

The girl glanced at him, her expression both reproachful and alluring.

"Anyway, there's not much change from last year—I thought my breasts might have gotten bigger, but the nurse couldn't detect it..."

The boy pinched the soft flesh on her arm.

"Want to be thin and have big breasts at the same time? Are you a monster or some deity?"

Tomatsu Yuka stuck out her tongue. "Girls are all greedy at times like this~"

After showing her medical examination report, the girl waved playfully and turned to walk upstairs.

Jun Matsueda continued downstairs. He had gone to the infirmary earlier, but his height and weight had not been measured.

As they entered the first floor, a familiar figure flashed by. The boy waved and stood in front of the girl who was carrying books.

Do I need to bring a book to the Imokawa physical exam?

Natsumi Imokawa, who was looking down, bumped into his arm before stopping.

"So it was a pine branch..." The girl breathed a sigh of relief, then puffed out her chest with a sense of self-righteousness.

"The waiting time is much longer than the actual medical examination time, so it's perfectly normal to bring a book."

Jun Matsue bent down and examined her face closely, but couldn't find any trace of dark circles under her eyes.

"Have you finished your physical exam? Yu Chuan is looking down at books 24/7 now, is there anything wrong with his health?"

“There’s no such thing as 24 hours…” Natsumi Imokawa turned her face away, avoiding the boy’s gaze with some embarrassment.

"There's also vision and hearing testing, and blood tests. I just had my measurements taken, and the doctor said I have a slight hunchback, but I should just pay attention to it."

"Are you hunched over?" The boy frowned slightly. "Is it related to the fact that you've been looking down at your book all the time?"

"No..." The girl squeezed the thin medical examination form in her hand.

"My weight hasn't changed much, but my breasts seem to have gotten bigger..."

Hearing her extremely quiet reply, Jun Matsue blinked in surprise.

He had just criticized Tomomichi Tomoka's greedy ideas, but unexpectedly, a living example appeared before his eyes.

"..." The boy didn't know what to say, "Remember to buy new underwear regularly."

"Of course I know!" Natsumi Imokawa blushed and glared at him without any threat. "Matsueda doesn't need to tell me this!"

"...Just so you know."

"That's strange," Matsueda Jun thought.

Every time he stood next to Imokawa, his sense of wariness and distance seemed to subconsciously decrease.

Jun Matsue took a step back and glanced at the book in the girl's hand.

The previous book, "A Collection of Film Theories," is no longer available; it has been replaced by "110 Years of Japanese Cinema."

"Imokawa is going to Tokyo University of the Arts for auditions this Sunday, right?" He changed the subject to a more serious one.

“Yes.” Natsumi Imokawa hugged the book tightly with both hands.

"2 PM on October 12th, Classroom 2, 3rd Floor, Faculty of Film, Tokyo University of the Arts."

The girl already knew all the exam information by heart.

"Is someone going with you?"

She nodded. "My parents will drive me there."

"That's good." Jun Matsueda was relieved.

Although Natsumi Imokawa wasn't exactly a careless person, the boy was inexplicably a little worried about her.

"Good luck on your exam." He raised his fist and made a light tap in front of the girl's eyes.

"There are only a few days left. We can have a proper celebration after the exam."

“Celebrate…” Natsumi Imokawa shook her head, repeating the boy’s words.

"I don't want to celebrate anything."

She looked up at the boy's surprised eyes.

"Does Songzhi still remember when we went to Meiji Shrine together the autumn before last?"

“Of course I remember,” Jun Matsue recalled. “I was your model back then, and we even went to see the ginkgo avenue together.”

"Hmm!" The girl tilted her head back, took a step closer to him, and her eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Let's go out and have fun together after I finish my exams!"

"...So it's just friends hanging out together?" the boy asked cautiously.

“Yes, we’re friends!” Imokawa Natsumi nodded vigorously.

"Is that settled?"

"No problem, I'll find time when the time comes."

After waving goodbye to Jun Matsueda, the girl walked up the stairs alone with her textbooks in her arms—she temporarily put aside the numerous knowledge points and looked forward to the days after the exams.

Where should we go for fun with Songzhi?

Yoyogi Park? Shinagawa Ekiden Festival?

The cosmos flowers in Showa Memorial Park look beautiful too.

I'll have to choose carefully when the time comes...

At this time, Natsumi Imokawa was still innocent, simple, and easily satisfied.

She didn't realize that her romantic feelings were about to blossom.

Chapter 730 Natsumi Imokawa's Love

October 12th, Sunday, was a sunny day in Tokyo.

At noon, Natsumi Imokawa sat at the dining table at home, absentmindedly chewing on her beef sandwich while looking at the eleven-page handwritten manuscript she had prepared.

This "home" is not the Imokawa studio where the girl usually lives when she goes to school, but rather a house of moderate size in Shinagawa Ward belonging to the Imokawa family.

Akira Imokawa, sitting opposite his daughter, put down his tablet and pushed the milk towards her.

"Why don't you have some milk instead of just eating a sandwich?"

"Mmm." The girl turned a page of the prepared manuscript, casually picked up the milk and took two big gulps.

When she looked down at the manuscript again, Natsumi Imokawa exclaimed in surprise while holding the sandwich.

"What's wrong?" The woman wearing an apron poked her head out of the kitchen and asked in unison with her husband.

"The sauce dripped onto the paper..." The girl licked her sandwich and pointed to her manuscript.

"Let me see." Imokawa Remi walked to her daughter's side and bent down to take a look.

"It's just a tiny drop." She took a tissue from the table and carefully wiped away the stain.

"I told you not to watch while eating." The woman straightened up and poked the girl's cheek next to her.

"Haven't we watched it several times already?"

Natsumi Imokawa shook her head and took another bite of her sandwich.

"The exam is coming up soon, and I want to review it one more time."

Seeing her husband smile at her, the woman sighed helplessly.

Today is the day of her daughter's exam. She originally wanted to cook a more elaborate lunch, but the girl didn't like it—she wanted to eat a simple sandwich to save time for the entrance exam for Tokyo University of the Arts.

“If you still can’t get into Dongyi University of the Arts after preparing like this, then your father and I will go and complain to the school leaders.”

Hearing her mother's words, the girl raised her head, her pure eyes sparkling.

It seems that Matsueda said something similar to her back then...

Natsumi Imokawa chewed on her sandwich, searching for her memories—

"You've worked so hard for so long, if you still can't succeed, I'll go with you to the entrance of the Shanghai Oriental Art Center and complain with a megaphone."

Looking at the elderly couple sitting opposite her, the young girl's cheeks inexplicably flushed.

She picked up the milk again and took a sip, letting the melting ice cool the temperature in her heart.

I haven't even finished reading the draft yet, I don't have time to think about these random things...

At 1 p.m., after packing up the documents, pens, paper, and other miscellaneous items she needed to bring, Natsumi Imokawa got into the car parked in front of her house.

The man in the driver's seat put on sunglasses; the sunlight was a bit too bright today.

"Did you bring everything? You didn't forget anything, did you?"

"Okay!" The girl sat down in the back seat and nodded.

"Don't read in the car, okay?" The woman in the passenger seat turned her head.

"The road is swaying and bumpy. If I get dizzy and feel unwell, it will affect my performance on the exam."