Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"What corner size do you need?"

Jun Matsueda glanced at the girl beside him. "Just ask her."

"Uh." Natsumi Imokawa looked a little flustered. She scrolled up and down the screen but couldn't find the specific requirements.

"What size envelope is usually used for registration?"

“That’s number two.” The woman bent down, pulled a letter from the counter, and pushed it across the counter to the two of them.

"Just fill in the basic information on the side, and then hand it to me."

"Thank you!" The girl breathed a sigh of relief, took the envelope, and walked away with the boy.

"What's next?" Jun Matsue asked, leaning against the counter.

"Hmm..." Natsumi Imokawa glanced at her phone again, "Let's fill in the shipping address first!"

The boy nodded, watching her pick up the pen on the table.

"Imokawa, please try to do it yourself. I'm just your insurance."

"I know!" The girl nodded and uncapped the pen.

"That's what my mother told me too—when you encounter a problem, try to solve it yourself first, and only ask Songzhi if you can't."

So her parents knew that she had accompanied Imokawa to register? Matsueda Jun blinked. He just wanted the girl to develop her self-reliance.

"Ah." Natsumi Imokawa scribbled a couple of lines on the white paper with her pen, then looked up in surprise.

"Out of ink."

The boy smiled, walked to the counter not far away, and placed a brand new pen in the girl's hand.

"I'll take care of this little thing."

A minute later, Natsumi Imokawa, who was sitting upright, picked up the envelope in front of her and leaned her upper body towards the boy next to her.

"12-8 Ueno Park, Taito Ward, Tokyo..."

"The zip code, address, and recipient are all written!" She looked up. "Is everything alright?"

Matsueda Jun looked at the rounded handwriting on the envelope. Although the girl had tried her best to write neatly, her cute girlish charm was still undeniable.

"Please double-check the files on your phone."

"Oh, okay." Natsumi Imokawa looked down at herself. "Where's my phone?"

The boy reached his left hand towards her breasts, which were pressed against the table, and steadily placed it on the exposed half of the screen on the side of her chest, pulling the phone out from underneath.

"So this is where it is." Ignoring her swaying chest, the girl casually picked up her phone, turned on the screen, and compared it with the contents of the envelope.

"No problem, we just need one more stamp!"

She got up and walked towards the staff member in the distance, but soon returned to the boy's side.

"The clerk said that we could just hand it over to her and the post office would help us with the stickers."

Jun Matsue nodded. "Then we should put something in the envelope."

"Yes, I brought all the documents!" The girl put her backpack on her lap and pulled out a folder.

"Application form, notification of book review results, and portfolio—"

She took out the CD with the spinning colored light strip and placed it on a pile of forms on the table.

"They're all here~"

Jun Matsue glanced at the envelope placed to the side—the corner envelope was just a little larger than an A4 sheet of paper, and the registration documents could be put in without folding them.

"Arrange them in order..." The girl started working on her own, neatly stacking the scattered forms together, and finally placing the CD with its protective case on top.

"Please have Songzhi check it again!" She pushed the document in front of the boy.

Jun Matsue picked up the CD and looked at the table at the bottom.

The first page is the basic information confirmation form.

"I understand the student requirements for the comprehensive selection process, so I have applied to Tokyo University of the Arts as my first choice."

Below is her newly written signature and date, the rounded characters "Imokawa Natsumi" carrying the confidence and spirit that the girl had accumulated over a long period of time.

Below that is the specific registration information—the "Supervisor" section in the "Choose Major" column, along with the name, gender, and contact number.

Turning the page reveals a series of question boxes.

Please tell me why you chose to study film and video at Tokyo University of the Arts.

"Please write down your aspirations for the future."

"Please write down your favorite work."

"Please write down your favorite directors, crew members, actors, theorists, etc. in the film and video field."

……

"Please feel free to express yourself (present your self)."

The registration information was only one page long, but the question boxes spanned three whole pages. The once empty, pristine white forms were now completely filled out—even those unfamiliar with film studies could sense the girl's attitude and accumulated knowledge from the fluent and neat text and entries.

Jun Matsue raised his head and looked at the girl beside him who was staring at him with her face tilted up.

"Is there a problem?" Natsumi Imokawa asked, her eyes wide open.

Her clear, pure black and white eyes were like blank film, eager to reflect this infinitely charming and captivating world.

"I just think Imokawa is indeed a very capable person." The boy smiled and pushed the form in front of him back.

His finger touched the empty "Photo Album Section" on the first page.

"Next time you finish filling out the form, remember to attach your photo."

"Ah!" The surprised girl opened her mouth, "I didn't take a photo when I filled out the form, I forgot..."

She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small paper bag, from which she took out a passport photo. The boy asked the clerk for glue and watched as she carefully pasted the photo onto the form.

Jun Matsue looked at the little girl on the registration form—her expression was somewhat blank and cute.

"Hoo—" Imokawa Natsumi straightened up, turned her head, and looked at the boy's bangs so close to her eyes.

"Is this alright?"

“No problem.” Jun Matsue nodded. “Everything that needs to be filled out has been filled out.”

"Then send it out right away!"

The girl stood up, carefully stuffed the documents into the envelope, and walked toward the mailing window, with the boy following behind her.

The clerk checked the envelope. "It's a university application letter. You chose the simplified form, right?"

“Yes!” the girl nodded emphatically, “and express delivery.”

"Easy Mail" allows for tracking emails at any time, while "Express Delivery" is for urgent matters—if possible, she would like to send her application form directly to Tokyo University of the Arts.

The woman picked up the stamps she had prepared beforehand, affixed them to the envelope, and then wrote the character "缔" (di) on the seal to indicate its importance.

"Email processed, thank you for your payment of 834 yen~"

Natsumi Imokawa turned to the boy next to her, took out her wallet from his backpack, and handed him a 1,000 yen bill.

The clerk gave her change with a friendly smile, saying, "I hope you pass your volunteer application!"

The girl relaxed her shoulders and smiled as she took the backpack strap from the boy's hand.

"Thank you so much!"

The boy reached out and pushed open the door. Natsumi Imokawa walked out of the post office first. As if responding to her previous nervous silence, she stood at the door and looked up at the sky where the sea of ​​clouds was rolling.

"It feels like I've entered a whole new world..."

"Is that exaggerated?" Jun Matsue walked up to her. "She just signed up."

"Because my efforts have been completely culminated." The girl made a circle with her hands, which represented the CD she had put in the envelope.

"It feels like gambling—the future is completely different after the dice are rolled!"

She closed her eyes, savoring the wonderful feeling in her heart with joy and excitement.

"Have you ever gambled before?" The boy smiled.

"No, but I have read 'Gambling Apocalypse'!"

"So after that, it's just a matter of waiting for the registration results?" Jun Matsueda checked the time. "Want me to take you home?"

He walked forward, but his steps quickly came to a halt—the girl behind him opened her eyes and grabbed his schoolbag.

"I don't want to go back now," Natsumi Imokawa said, looking at the boy with lingering interest.

"Pine Branch, accompany me for another stroll!"

Chapter 700 Love Like Rain Stopping

After leaving the post office, Jun followed the girl, who didn't want to go home, in the opposite direction from the station. He watched as she opened her schoolbag as she walked, fumbling for her beloved camera and hanging it around her neck.

"Let me take your bag."

Natsumi Imokawa turned her head; her round eyes reminded one of a fawn that had bumped into a human in the forest, looking somewhat adorably startled.

"It's okay!" she waved her hand. "I can carry it myself."

“But isn’t Imokawa trying to take pictures right now?” The boy pointed to the camera hanging around her neck. “Isn’t it inconvenient to carry a bag around your neck?”

He glanced at the girl's slightly flushed face. "And you look pretty hot with your backpack and camera hanging on you."

"...Indeed, a little."

Natsumi Imokawa handed the backpack that had slipped off her shoulder to the boy, and fanned herself in the process.

"I get hot easily, so I don't like summer, and this summer is so long..."

"At least it's starting to cool down now, so it's a little more comfortable," Jun Matsue said with a smile.

He watched as the girl raised her camera, the street in front of her like a thin, smooth rope held by the wind blowing across the ground.

A cool breeze first brushed past the girl's wisps of hair, then lifted the boy's bangs—the faint hint of autumn in the air was completely dissipated, leaving it powerless against the afternoon sun.

Natsumi Imokawa pressed the shutter, and Jun Matsueda remained silent, watching her as she took the picture.

"Ugh—" The girl suddenly let out a frustrated groan, turned around and handed over the camera in her hand.

"I forgot to adjust the settings, and it's overexposed!"

"It's okay." The boy smiled reassuringly. "There's plenty of time. We can just reshoot."

So the two of them started walking along the street.

The road in front of the station wasn't wide; after the first traffic light, it could only accommodate two vans side by side. Fortunately, Nishi-Ogikubo wasn't a bustling, crowded area, so the young men and women walking side by side on the stone-paved sidewalks didn't feel crowded at all.

Jun Matsue watched as the girl, who was half a step ahead of him, stopped and knelt on the ground.

The boy looked at the camera in her hand. At the bottom were dark gray stone bricks stretching into the distance, on the left was a white van passing through an asphalt road, and on the right were the artistic storefronts along the street.

There are no roadside trees or landscaped areas on this street, but many shops display their own cultivated green plants in front of them. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight falls on the mini maple tree in front of the camera lens, and the leaves shimmer with a bright green.

"It's a beautiful sight." Jun Matsue walked behind the girl and covered the hem of her skirt that was sticking out from her hips.

“I think these floor tiles are quite interesting.” Natsumi Imokawa pressed the shutter, stood up, moved closer to the boy, and tapped the camera screen with her index finger.

"Don't you think the rectangular floor tiles with their wavy edges look a lot like soda crackers?"

"They do look somewhat alike." The boy blinked.

Besides the dark gray floor tiles, what he saw most was the creamy, delicate flesh color of the girl's sailor uniform collar.

“But I don’t really like soda crackers.” Jun Matsueda pushed the camera back.

"It's dry and crisp, a bit dry."

Natsumi Imokawa glanced at the camera and nodded in satisfaction. "It goes quite well with milk!"

The boy accompanied the girl as they walked and took pictures, passing several cafes and restaurants with different styles, before turning into an alley at the next intersection.

“I feel that Nishi-Ogikubo is indeed a suitable place for you.” Jun Matsueda looked at the pretty figure walking in front of him.

"What do you mean?" The girl turned around and pointed the camera lens at him.

"Well..." The boy waved his hand, encompassing the street in front of him and the shops hidden within it.