Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Can you be my idol, just one person?"

"So many people are drawn to your presence, captivated by your figure and voice—why should your brilliance enter their hearts? Can't I have it all to myself?"

"..." Miss Idol blinked, her aura weakening slightly.

"How can I do that?"

"I am the sun, my light will surely illuminate the whole world!"

“Then how can you expect me to keep my eyes on you?” Jun Matsue said without hesitation.

"If a person only sees sunlight, he is more likely to be blind."

The girl was a little embarrassed and annoyed, "Don't talk to me like I have cataracts!"

"Then come and convince me, Kurusu." The boy's expression was frank. "Put yourself in my shoes, think about it from my perspective, isn't that just how it is?"

Yosei Kurusu closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

"I can't argue with you, Songzhi is bullying me because I didn't finish high school!"

Jun Matsueda couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I'm not saying I'm denying you, I'm just correcting your perception."

“I told you, Kurusu has long been the sun in my heart—it’s just that there’s still the moon and other stars in my heart.”

"Stop talking!" Kurusu Yosei raised her hand to block the boy's view. "Where are you in the songwriting section?"

She would never give in to Songzhi like that!

“Well…” Jun Matsueda looked at the fair palm in front of him, “I already have some ideas for the lyrics.”

"As for the melody, adjust it based on demo24 and change the chorus."

The girl withdrew her hand and glared at him, "You make it sound so easy..."

"You'd better write it carefully, okay? If I'm not satisfied, no amount of sweet talk will work!"

"Let me double-check the requirements—" the boy smiled.

"A song with the theme of love, expressing your own feelings..."

"Are there any requirements regarding the mood of the song? Sadness and longing? Or a feeling of firmness and sweetness?"

"Think about it yourself!" Kurusu Yosei waved his hand in the air again. "Isn't this where the pine branches are truly tested?"

"What is Yosuke Kurusu thinking when she's in love? What does love mean to her...?"

The girl stood up, walked to the boy's side, squatted down, and looked him straight in the eyes.

"What exactly is my love story, our story?"

"You answer me!"

Half an hour later, Jun Matsue lay on his bed in his bedroom, looking at the faint moonlight on the ceiling.

There was no sound from the next room; Kurusu must have gone to bed. The boy took a deep breath quietly, recalling their conversation at the roadside stall.

Kurusu is showing signs of wavering, and even if he just can't find a reason to convince him, that's a good thing.

but……

Matsueda Jun frowned slightly, feeling helpless, as he recalled the idol's capricious demands regarding the song.

It was indeed a true test, he thought, pondering the girl's words.

If you can't even write a song that can move Kurusu, then winning her over is a distant dream.

As expected, some external stimulus was needed to break the deadlock. Matsueda Jun let his thoughts wander before bed—

Although Kurusu was somewhat angry about what happened between him and Tomatsu, it was precisely because of this that their daily interactions of testing each other were able to take a turn for the better.

How should he find an opportunity over there, Wangyue...? The boy pondered with the last bit of consciousness before drifting off to sleep.

Jun Matsue didn't find the answer tonight.

but it does not matter.

Because he will soon find that he no longer needs to think about this problem.

Chapter 713 Thawing and Kiss Marks

At 12:10 a.m. on Monday, the gymnasium of Haneoka High School was filled with the noise of students.

A dense series of "thump-thump" sounds were mixed in, some soft and some hard, some muffled and some loud, reflecting the difference between the dodgeball hitting the floor and the human body.

With four months left until the common exams, the third-year physical education classes have significantly reduced physical training content and adopted various competitive and fun sports to help students relieve stress.

The boys and girls stood mixed together on the field, with a great distance between them—the five dodgeballs in their hands were not observant, and if they got too close, they could easily trigger a chain reaction and be eliminated from the field.

Wearing sportswear, Mochizuki Haruka walked down from the edge of the court. She straightened her high ponytail and was quickly surrounded by the girls who had already left the court.

"Mochizuki-chan got eliminated already? I thought you were so athletic, you'd be the last one standing~"

The girl pursed her lips. "I was hit by a rebound ball that hit someone next to me."

"Ah! That's how I got eliminated too!" a girl immediately chimed in.

"I was hit right from the start—everyone was standing so close together, I couldn't even see where the ball was..." the short girl complained.

"You guys are lucky, I was shot down by Miya!"

"Isn't Miya-chan your teammate?"

"Yes, but she's on the volleyball team—"

"As soon as the dodgeball flew over, she instinctively tried to catch it, and after she caught it, the ball bounced off and hit me..."

The girls gathered together made a series of laughs that sounded like hen clucking, kettle boiling, and wiping glass. Helpless, Mochizuki Haruka pushed through the crowd and found a slightly quieter corner to sit down.

The stadium was still as noisy as a market. The girl crossed her legs, pinched her smooth calves with both hands, and looked at the many figures on the field.

With each muffled thud of the dodgeball, the crowd moved erratically—sometimes as if pierced by bullets, creating a large blank space, and sometimes as if surrounded by three arrows, squeezing out a sharp point like Mount Fuji.

Despite the poor and chaotic visibility, Mochizuki Haruka's gaze quickly locked onto a striking figure, guided by some kind of intuition.

Jun Matsue weaved through the crowd with the agility of a fish. His movements were quick and skillful, always managing to dodge the dodgeballs that bounced around him at just the right moment, and then unexpectedly grabbing them to launch a swift counterattack.

The girl blinked, looking at the excited expression on his face.

This guy seems to be having a lot of fun...

The opposing team also quickly noticed this oddball. Several boys, with mischievous grins, teamed up and began to deliberately target Matsueda Jun, using tricky dodgeballs to restrict his movements.

Mochizuki Haruka kept her lips closed without expression, her gaze fixed on the boy who was moving around.

Although she hoped that the despicable Matsueda would suffer a miserable end, the girl still felt somewhat annoyed to see him being targeted like this.

Only I can make things difficult for Songzhi. What are they anyway?

Three dodgeballs relentlessly pursued Jun Matsueda, and the boy's movements gradually reached their limits, as he began to jump, bend over, and twist his waist.

Looking at his exaggeratedly handsome posture, Mochizuki was reminded of the classic scene of dodging bullets in "The Matrix" that she had seen before.

With a target to focus fire on, the others only needed to face the remaining two dodgeballs, and half of the field suddenly became much easier—after clearing a large open space in the middle, the crowd could move slowly while having the leisure to watch their "protagonist's" performance.

"Matsueda-kun is amazing..." Mochizuki Haruka heard the exclamations of other girls nearby.

"Matsueda's always been pretty good, hasn't he?" That was Ken Sakamuro's voice. "This guy might be an all-rounder in sports, right?"

He was quite large and popular in class, so naturally he left early to watch the show in this kind of situation.

"No way," the girl retorted inwardly. Songzhi was just physically gifted; he wasn't very good at sports like archery and tennis, which require practice and training.

"Four goals!" someone exclaimed from the sidelines. "Can Matsueda-kun hold on?"

Mochizuki Haruka turned her attention back to what was in front of her. The crowd and Matsueda Jun were quite a distance apart, and the boy's movements became noticeably labored and awkward.

However, his eyes remained enthusiastic and dashing. The girl watched him wipe the sweat that had trickled down his chin—although it was just a brief moment, a sigh of infatuation still rippled through the crowd of girls in the audience.

"Where's Yuuka-chan?" someone suddenly thought. "She's Matsueda-kun's girlfriend, shouldn't she come out and cheer him on?"

The aloof girl sitting in the corner secretly glanced at the opposite side of the court; Tomatsu Yuka wasn't there.

"I just saw Yuka go out. She probably went to buy water for Matsue, right?"

"That's great~" the girls exclaimed, their voices a mix of sweet and sour.

Mochizuki Haruka blinked, her gaze returning to the boys on the field.

After expending his energy, Jun Matsueda's movements became even more agile, drawing all eyes to him like an invisible vortex.

"..."

Hearing the whispers around her, the girl watching bit her lower lip slightly.

Her displeasure became even more pronounced.

To Songzhi at this moment, as well as to those watching him, he himself seemed no different from everyone else.

It's clear that she and Songzhi are not just ordinary classmates.

Mingming Songzhi couldn't imagine life without her.

They've done it countless times already...

Suddenly, a chorus of exclamations arose around him. Mochizuki Haruka stopped the turmoil in his heart and focused his gaze on the field.

The boy in the center of the field stopped moving. He turned around and looked helplessly at the ball that had hit him from behind and was now falling to the ground, bouncing weakly.

"How did you manage to hit it?"

"Sorry..." The boy standing not far behind him smiled awkwardly, "I didn't expect Songzhi to suddenly run in front of me."

"I was hit before I could even run, and then the ball bounced off and hit you."

A burst of cheers erupted from the opposite side. The boys serving the ball wiped their sweat and tacitly put their hands together.

"victory!!"

So it was the same way she died... Mochizuki Haruka raised the corners of her lips, her eyes filled with a gloating smile.

As if by telepathy, Jun Matsue, standing in the crowd, suddenly looked in their direction.

Their eyes met directly. The girl hurriedly concealed her smile, straightened her face, and revealed a cold expression that kept everyone at arm's length.

The crowd resumed their chaotic and disorderly movements. The eliminated boys quickly walked to the edge of the field and found a girl sitting cross-legged in a corner.

Mochizuki Haruka seemed to ignore him, staring motionlessly at the field in front of her.

However, when Jun Matsue sat down next to her, the girl spoke up on her own initiative.

"The elimination zone is so big, why are you sitting next to me?"

The boy breathed calmly, smiling as he looked at her expressionless profile.

"Of course, it's to chat with you."

The girl's thick, long eyelashes trembled, and he continued.

"I also want to find a quiet place to rest."

Mochizuki Haruka gave a reserved hum.

"Go find Tomatsu, go enjoy your girlfriend's tender care."

“Okay.” Jun Matsue nodded. “If you help me find her, I’ll come over.”

The girl turned her head and looked around, but she couldn't find her rival.

She didn't know that the two had just had a home date yesterday. Tomatsu Yuka felt listless and lacked energy today, and had already taken a break to rest somewhere far away.

Unable to find a reason to drive the pine branch away, Mochizuki Haruka had no choice but to let him sit down beside her.

The boy had just finished exercising, his body still radiating heat. The girl blinked, a familiar scent of sweat wafting past her nose, carrying the aroma of male hormones, making her slightly uneasy.

"Is Wangyue in a good mood today?" she heard someone ask.

"What's so good about it?" Mochizuki Haruka glanced at the boy. "Don't lie through your teeth."

Jun Matsue smiled dismissively. "I saw you laughing quite happily in the audience just now."

He was definitely looking at her... The girl pursed her lips, suppressing her smile.

"You're mistaken."

"Really?" The boy leaned closer.