Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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He originally wanted to write a song about love that was neither sad nor sweet, to reflect the unusual persistence of a young girl.

However, as he listened to the melancholic melody in his headphones, Jun Matsueda's thoughts changed.

He wanted to write a song that was more profound and emotionally expressive.

What would Kurusu be like if she weren't with him?

The girl's stubborn yet sorrowful expression came into view, and as the emotions within flowed, the pen tip moved naturally across the page.

Hold me tight right now~

"They said as long as I'm here, nothing else is needed~"

"Then kiss my lips~"

"Whether it's sadness or anger—"

This should be a song that will satisfy Kurusu, Jun Matsue thought.

This is a song for a young girl, and it is also a song for him.

Chapter 717 The Iron Curtain Gazing at the Moon

The next morning, Jun Matsue pushed open the door to 507, and in front of him was the sky outside the corridor.

The gray clouds grew lower and heavier, and the wind picked up. The boy took a step out of the door, holding the doorknob, and looked down at the roadside trees swaying in the wind.

"Why didn't you close the door?" Kurusu Yosei, who was in the living room, walked up behind him, the milk stains on his lips still wet.

Jun Matsue turned to look at her and tugged at his thin white shirt.

"I feel like I should grab my coat."

"I'll get it for you!" the girl exclaimed excitedly, raising her hand. "It's in your closet, right?"

As she spoke, she turned around, shuffling her slippers towards the boy's bedroom, and soon returned to the entrance with her Western-style uniform jacket in her arms.

"Here you go~" The idol girl held out her hand, "Doesn't it feel like having a wife?"

Jun Matsue smiled, took the coat, and closed the door.

"I'm off."

After putting on his coat and walking into the stairwell, the boy checked his phone while going downstairs. Several weather reports and warning messages quickly popped up on the screen.

"So it's just a typhoon coming..."

Autumn is considered typhoon season in Japan, with September being the most active month for typhoons.

After reviewing his knowledge of typhoon activities in his mind, Jun Matsueda pushed open the heavy unit door, fastened his coat, and walked towards the parking shed.

Before pushing his secondhand bicycle away, he looked at the bicycle parked to the side.

The exquisite and compact bicycle gleamed with the same cool luster as its owner. After thinking for a moment, the boy picked it up and put it deep inside the bike shed.

If a typhoon is coming, it's safer to stay inside.

He hopped on his bicycle and left the side road beside the residential compound. The wind whistled in his face, carrying a distinct chill. Jun Matsueda leaned forward, staring at the road ahead, as he passed the sign of a café at the intersection.

"My breathing is a little fast today..." the boy felt the rhythm of his pedaling.

Is it because of nervousness?

He didn't sleep very well last night, but he didn't have any nightmares.

But when I close my eyes, I always think of Mochizuki Haruka's silent, sorrowful expression and my aunt's angry face, which makes it take me much longer to fall asleep than usual.

So the boy was indeed a little nervous—he was afraid that when he got to school, he would be told that Mochizuki was absent.

He stepped into the rising wind on the street, and fifteen minutes later, with his hair slightly disheveled, he pushed open the back door of Class 3-6.

Tomatsu Yuka, who was sitting upright as always, turned her head and gave a gentle smile to the boy who walked into the classroom.

"Tsun-kun's hairstyle looks really cool today~"

“…It was blown by the wind.” Jun Matsueda scratched his hair, picked up his bag, and sat down in his seat.

The seat on the left was obviously empty; Mochizuki Haruka couldn't have arrived this early.

Even with these thoughts in mind, the boy still glanced at the drawer of the empty chair—he wondered if she had eaten yesterday's lunch.

"I heard there's a holiday the day after tomorrow." The girl sitting on the right leaned closer. "This typhoon is different from last week's. Although the name is cute, it has a big impact on Tokyo."

"I saw the warning." Jun Matsueda took out a book from his bag. "I hope it won't be like the torrential rain in July, with sirens sounding all over Tokyo."

Tomatsu Yuka clasped her hands together, winked cutely, and said, "I hope the Zenpukuji River won't flood again~"

"Things should be alright on your end..."

The boy thought of the senior who still diligently reported her daily life to him, while the situation on her side, Kandagawa, was somewhat worrying...

The classroom door was suddenly opened, and Jun Matsue instinctively looked over.

It wasn't the aloof face he wanted to see. The boy looked away, only to meet the smiling gaze of the girl in front of him.

"Is Jun-kun worried that Mochizuki Haruka won't come to school today?"

He nodded.

"Don't worry," Tomatsu Yuka said considerately. "The school is organizing registration for the common exam today, she'll definitely come."

Jun Matsue took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. "...That's hard to say."

Mochizuki originally planned to apply to a private university—even without taking the common entrance exam, her family should be able to get her into Keio University.

The girl paused for a moment, then smiled calmly.

"I still think she'll definitely come. Jun-kun, do you want to make a bet with me?"

The boy thought for a moment, "What should we bet on?"

"If I win, Tsunku will cook on Sunday. I want to order!"

She was referring to their usual Sunday date, and Matsueda Jun, of course, had no objections, nodding in agreement. The girl playfully licked her lips, perhaps anticipating Sunday lunch.

However, even when the bell rang for the morning meeting, the seats by the back window remained empty.

As the homeroom teacher, Kominato Shoko, entered the classroom, Matsueda Jun, who had been distracted by the front and back doors, sighed inwardly. He put down his textbook and looked at Tomatsu Yuka on the other side.

What if the girl loses? They haven't even said that yet.

But before he could speak, the front door that the female teacher had been carrying was opened again—Wang Yueyao stood at the door as the bell rang, her taut little face still expressionless.

The petite girl changed into her autumn uniform, and the Western-style coat made her look even more aloof and noble.

She looked at the teacher on the podium and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm late."

Kominato Shoko glanced at the loudspeaker on the door. "Come in, the bell hasn't finished ringing yet."

"Thank you, teacher." The girl nodded, her voice clear and slightly sweet.

As she walked past him without looking to the side and sat down by the window, Jun Matsue blinked and glanced to his right without making a sound.

Tomatsu Yuka turned to the side, a sly smile on her face like that of a victor. The boy watched as her lips opened and closed, uttering silent words.

"I knew it!"

"She can't bear to part with you."

Jun Matsuoka smiled and turned to look at the homeroom teacher on the podium.

"Everyone should know that classes will be suspended the day after tomorrow." The female teacher tapped the blackboard. "Let me first talk about the registration for the common exam this afternoon."

"Starting this year, the common exam will be registered online, but the specific procedures remain unchanged..."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mochizuki Haruka, sitting by the window, take off her coat and hang it on the back of her chair, then look down and take out her textbook.

The girl behaved as usual, and that alone made him feel exceptionally at ease.

The morning passed quickly, and after a few tentative attempts during the after-class time, Matsueda Jun soon realized that he had been too optimistic.

Although Mochizuki Haruka came to school, the girl continued her cold indifference towards him from yesterday afternoon, not even giving him a glance.

"That's normal, I guess," the boy told himself.

After all, he had just shamelessly told Mochizuki yesterday that he wanted "it all".

"Okay—" Kominato Shoko knocked hard on the door as she entered the classroom, breaking the noise of the lunch break.

"Is everyone here? It's our class's turn to register!"

"Yes—" came the response from everyone in the classroom.

Jun Matsue watched as the girl by the window folded up her pillow, closed the window, and walked straight to the front door of the classroom.

"I'd rather walk a few more steps than leave the classroom with you..."

Another girl's voice rang in his ear, "Looks like she really hates Tsunkun now~"

"There's nothing I can do." The boy stood up from his seat. "After all, I'm a total jerk now."

Amidst Tomatsu Yuka's giggling laughter, the two walked out of the classroom's back door together.

The Class 3-6 team quickly arrived at the computer lab corridor in the teaching building. Kominato Shoko gestured for her team to stop at the door, and went in first to take a look.

She came out again quickly. "Class 5 will need a little more time to finish. Everyone, please wait in the hallway and don't wander around, okay?"

A few small complaints came from the short line, and the female teacher looked at the boy leading the line beside her.

"Songzhi, go check at the back of the line, make sure they don't run off to play."

“Okay.” Jun Matsue turned and walked to the back of the line.

He first passed by Mochizuki Haruka, who was standing at the front of the line. The girl was facing inward, listening to the girls talking, leaving him only with a cold back of her head.

Then came Tomatsu Tomohana, who was standing a few people away from her. The boy shook the girl's outstretched hand and walked to the back of the line.

Jun Matsueda called out to Ken Sakamuro, who was sneaking towards the corridor terrace. They chatted for a few minutes against the wall before they soon heard a commotion of footsteps and chatter coming from the front of the group.

"Looks like Class 5 is done!" The tall and imposing Ken Sakamuro suddenly perked up—he was always the most bored when he was at the back of the line during these kinds of queues.

"Remember to check carefully when you register later, don't rush and make mistakes."

Jun Matsuoka yawned and followed the slow-moving line toward the computer room door.

The students from Class 5, Grade 3, were chatting as they passed by the two. As they approached the door, Jun Matsue saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

Natsumi Imokawa walked hurriedly with her head down. Unlike usual, the girl didn't have a camera hanging around her neck. Instead, she held a book on "Theory of Film Expression" to her chest and seemed to be muttering something to herself.

"Imokawa—" the boy called her softly. Ken Sakamuro glanced at her, then left him and followed the group alone.

The girl, who had her head down, didn't react, so Jun Matsue had to stretch out his arm to block her from passing by.

"Ugh!" Natsumi Imokawa bumped into me with the arm holding the book, only then realizing the obstacle in front of her.

She looked up, and the boy's figure appeared in her blank eyes, adding a touch of joy.

"Pine branch!" the girl exclaimed playfully. "What are you doing here?"

“Registration for the common exam.” Jun Matsueda gestured to the line in front of him, raising his chin.

"How was it? The process wasn't too complicated, was it?"

“Uh…” Natsumi Imokawa shook her head in confusion. “I don’t know.”

"I asked Yumi-chan to sign me up."

The boy raised an eyebrow. "So what are you doing?"

"Preparing for the entrance exam for Tokyo University of the Arts!" The girl immediately took out the books she was holding to her chest.

Freed from the pressure of the books, her proud, full breasts bounced back to their full shape.

"..." Jun Matsueda's gaze went past the taut collar of her shirt and toward the corridor behind her.

"The temperature has dropped so much these past few days, aren't you cold wearing only one layer?"

"Are you cold?" Natsumi Imokawa tilted her head. "I don't feel it."

"Matsue—" Sakamuro Ken waved from not far away; he was about to walk through the doorway.

"You're here," the boy replied, finally looking at the girl in front of him.

"A typhoon is coming in a couple of days. If you live alone in the studio, remember to be careful."

Natsumi Imokawa nodded. "Anyway, I don't need to go out to prepare for the exam, so wind and rain won't affect me."