Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Upon hearing Jun Matsueda's words, the girl was stunned for a moment before revealing an even more cheerful smile.

“I see…” she said, watching the seagulls fly past them. “It’s surprisingly understandable.”

That's why she stole Tsunkun's first time...

"But I don't want to be the next ex-girlfriend, what should I do?"

Her honest words carried a hint of mockery, and Matsueda Jun could only close his eyes, yet the sunlight, oblivious to human nature, pierced through the blind darkness before him.

"Don't ask me that kind of question right now..."

At 6:20 p.m., the black sedan stopped in front of the dock. Mochizuki opened the car door and looked at the boy's back as he stood in front of the pier.

"Have they finished filming yet?"

“This is the last shot.” ​​Jun Matsueda turned around, revealing the figures of the girls that he had previously blocked.

Tomatsu Yuka was still wearing the same sailor uniform she wore that afternoon, sitting alone at the end of the pier. Beside her was Imokawa Natsumi, who was kneeling on the ground with a camera in hand. The evening glow painted their bodies with a deep, dark red hue.

"When will Tomatsu wrap up filming?" Mochizuki Haruka complained – the girl had slept for half the afternoon and was now refreshed.

"You didn't do anything weird with her while I was asleep, did you?" she asked warily.

The boy glanced at her and said, "I'm not that crazy."

The girls who had been frozen on the pier finally came to life. Natsumi Imokawa, who had stood up, put down her camera, turned around, and waved to the two of them.

"Filming is done! Let's wrap up!"

Mochizuki Haruka did not respond. She turned around and got into the car, leaving Matsueda Jun alone waving to the girls.

Tomatsu Yuka stared at the boy guarding the pier for a while before walking towards him.

The sea, bathed in the setting sun, receded into the distance behind them.

Summer has officially arrived.

Chapter 590 Solution

Temperatures rose rapidly in early June, and even with cloudy skies and showers, the forecast stubbornly hovered around 27 or 28 degrees Celsius.

"This weather is unbearably hot..." Ken Sakamuro stood next to the ice cream vending machine, constantly waving his hand to fan himself.

"It's not even 30 degrees yet." Jun Matsue put coins into the vending machine, bent down, and put his hand into the dispensing slot.

"Someone like you who plays ball and sweats every day, would you be afraid of the heat?"

"I'm not playing ball right now, so I can't enjoy myself at all!" the boy complained, until Jun Matsueda handed him an ice cream.

The two entered the stairwell, and the younger students quickly passed by them. Ken Sakamuro scratched his cheek, feeling gazes piercing through his head and looking at the boy walking beside him.

He nudged the boy's arm with his elbow. "Songzhi, you haven't been in the limelight much lately, so why are so many people still paying attention to you?"

"Just out of curiosity, I guess." Jun Matsueda said calmly, carrying a plastic bag containing ice cream.

"Being good-looking really makes a difference," Ken Sakamuro remarked. The two walked into the fourth floor, where the noise subsided considerably.

"Are you still getting love letters from people?"

The boy shook his head. "Not many left. I'll occasionally find one or two in the shoe cabinet."

"Is it because everyone knows you're dating Tomatsu now?" Sakamuro guessed. "Only someone like Tomatsu can keep other girls in check."

But even Tomatsu doesn't seem to be able to control everyone... He thought of the rich girl in his class who sat by the window—besides chatting with other girls, she seemed to only talk to Matsueda Jun.

"Hey, Matsue, what do you think about Mochizuki dating you?" the boy suddenly asked boldly.

"...What do you mean, what are you thinking?"

"She's interested in you too, isn't she? Doesn't she react to your relationship with Tomatsu?"

Although Ken Sakamuro is a guy whose only focus is basketball, he still knows a little bit about the situation in the class.

Jun Matsueda glanced at him. "I don't know. Why don't you go ask her yourself?"

The boy chuckled awkwardly, pushed open the back door of the classroom, and gestured for students to come in.

As Jun Matsue entered the classroom, the cool air dispelled the slight restlessness in his heart. The girl sitting by the window looked up, as if recognizing the familiar footsteps.

Ignoring the winks and jeers from those around him, the boy sat down in his seat, placed the plastic bag on the table, and looked at the girl sitting to his left.

"We're out of hazelnut chocolate. What do you want: mint chocolate or original vanilla?"

Mochizuki Haruka wrinkled her nose, her black hair gleaming in the sunlight. "I don't like mint, it tastes like toothpaste."

"Here's the vanilla flavor," the boy said, handing over an ice cream cone.

The girl reached out and took it, elegantly lifting the ice cream cone lid with the tip of her fingernail, and licking the remaining ice cream on the thin paper lid with the tip of her tongue.

This wasn't originally a habit of the eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family; she simply learned it after seeing Matsue do it a few times.

Jun Matsue turned to look at the other side, where Yuka Tomatsu was writing and drawing on her notebook, seemingly oblivious to the interaction between the two people next to her.

"Yuka, would you like some ice cream?"

The boy took out the third ice cream cone hidden in the bag; it was honeydew melon flavor, a flavor the girl often ate.

Mochizuki Haruka, licking her ice cream and opening her book, turned her head, a hint of dissatisfaction appearing in her eyes—Matsue had come downstairs because she wanted ice cream, but she ended up bringing one back for Tomatsu too.

Tomatsu Yuka only looked up at this moment, revealing a perfectly timed smile.

"Sure~ Thank you, Jun-kun."

She put down her pen, took the ice cream cone, and gently tore off the wrapper. "I have an idea about the question you asked me in the last class."

"So fast?" The boy raised an eyebrow. "I'm still thinking about how to divide this three-dimensional object."

"It wasn't that fast," the girl smiled. "I was secretly thinking about it during class."

"Does Chun-kun want to hear it now?"

"Yes." Jun Matsue nodded immediately, while the girl sitting by the window behind him silently craned her neck.

"Then can you get me the ice cream?" Tomatsu Yuka smiled and came over, stuffing the ice cream cone into the boy's hand.

She moved her chair to Jun Matsueda's desk, then took her own notebook and sat down next to him, their arms touching.

“Tsun-kun finds it difficult to solve, probably because he spends too much time on spatial imagination.”

The girl lowered her head, the tip of her pen touching her own handwriting, "Actually, we can slice the triangle along dx, and first calculate the area swept by line segment PQ in the yz plane at each x point..."

The boy hesitated for a moment, not paying attention to the soft warmth of her against his forearm—after changing into summer short-sleeved shirts with ear loops and sailor uniforms, their skin could now be pressed together without any obstruction.

Is the volume element simply the area multiplied by dx?

“That’s right~” Tomatsu Yuka nodded with a smile, “Tsun-kun grasped it very quickly.”

Jun Matsue picked up his pen to write the equation. The girl didn't say anything, but just quietly watched him, occasionally taking a bite of the ice cream cone the boy was holding in his left hand.

Her black hair brushed against the boy's arm, making him feel a little itchy.

"Do you know what everyone in the class has been talking about lately?" Jun Matsue asked softly as he wrote.

Tomatsu Yuka looked up and blinked, somewhat puzzled. "These past two days, they've probably been discussing the school trip, right?"

"Whether it's Izu or Niigata, no one knows yet. When we asked Mitani, she just said it was a secret."

The boy nodded, indicating that he understood, and looked at the final formula he had written.

"It can indeed be calculated, but I don't understand why it's interpreted that way; I'm just guessing."

The girl smiled. "Actually, it's easy to understand—"

She was speaking when a shadow fell across the desk between them. Jun Matsue turned around, and Haruka Mochizuki stood up beside his desk. The girl stood with her back to the bright sunlight streaming through the window, holding a pen and paper in her arms.

“I want to hear too.” She pulled up a chair and sat down next to the boy on the other side.

"Pine branch, don't turn your back to me, you can't see the question."

"..."

Looking at the girl's serious expression, Jun Matsue didn't know what to say—the Mochizuki Haruka who used to attend two extra classes every day was long gone. Now, besides listening to lectures and doing homework, she didn't put in any extra effort.

"What's wrong?" Noticing his gaze, Mochizuki Haruka pursed her lips. "Can't I listen?"

“Of course, no problem.” Tomatsu Yuka gave a friendly smile before the boy could speak.

"If Mochizuki-san wants to hear it, then listen to it together."

Chapter 591 Compensation

On Friday, June 6th, during lunch break, Kominato Shoko stood on the podium of Class 3-6, looking down at the students with expectant eyes.

She coughed softly twice.

"The school trip is scheduled for next week, and the theme is 'Ito Coastal Trip.' Everyone can start preparing in advance."

A cheer immediately erupted in the classroom, echoing from the class in the next room, Class 5 of Grade 3.

"I knew it was Izu!" Ken Sakamuro excitedly pumped his fist. "The Niigata fireworks festival isn't until August, what's so fun about that!"

“But Niigata will be cooler—” Rion, the glamorous girl sitting in the front row, chimed in, “The beach in Izu…it must be pretty hot, right?”

"So we should take advantage of June before it gets too hot to go on a school trip~" The female teacher gently tapped the podium.

"Please prepare your own sun protection products. You can refer to the instruction booklet that will be distributed later for details."

She looked at the boys and girls sitting in the back row, "Matsue and Yuka, come to the information room after class and hand out the explanatory materials for me."

Jun Matsuoka nodded, put down his pen, and looked at the air conditioner vent on the ceiling that was blowing air.

The Izu Peninsula...

I think this is where my senior went on her graduation trip.

He turned and looked around. By the window, Mochizuki Haruka was yawning, with tears welling up in her eyes. The girl's afternoon nap had been woken up by the homeroom teacher's announcement, and she looked somewhat unhappy.

Tomatsu Yuka, on the other side, also put down her pen and chatted with Mizushima Miya at the table in front of her, presumably discussing the scenery of the eastern part of the Izu Peninsula.

The bell rang quickly, and the girl, who was the vice class monitor, stood up naturally. She straightened her skirt and looked at the boy.

"Chun-kun, shall we go?"

Jun Matsue glanced at Haruka Mochizuki, who was slumped over her desk in a daze, then got up and followed Yuka Tomatsu out the back door of the classroom.

The noise in the corridor increased considerably, drowning out the two's footsteps. The heat outside the classroom stirred up the chaotic thoughts in people's minds. Jun Matsue looked at the bright sun outside the window, and the girl walking by the window naturally occupied his peripheral vision.

Today, Tomatsu Yuka no longer sports her usual long, straight black hair. Perhaps because of the warmer weather, the girl has tied her hair into a long ponytail, revealing her smooth, fair nape. The skin covered by her hair is exposed to the sunlight, adding a touch of forbidden allure to her innocent appearance.

The girl turned her head and met his gaze. "I just heard from my classmates that some people think it would be better to postpone the school trip."

"Why?" Jun Matsue looked at the gentle waves in her eyes—ever since her parents' incident, whenever Tomatsu was by his side, her eyes seemed to become so tender and affectionate.

The allure of this tenderness is undeniable, enough to gradually captivate anyone.

“The school trip is in mid-June, followed by the sports meet, then summer vacation…” Tomatsu Yuka counted on her fingers, “Once the second semester starts, apart from the cultural festival, the third-year students won’t have any activities, right? Everyone thinks it will be very boring.”

The boy turned around and greeted an acquaintance who was passing by. "Looks like we haven't had enough exams, otherwise people wouldn't have the time to think about this kind of thing."

The girl's laughter floated lightly against the windowpane as they walked together into the archives.

"A rare moment of solitude," Tomatsu Yuka said, clapping her hands cheerfully as she closed the door.

"Let's count the documents first." Jun Matsue rested his hands on the heavy wooden table, looking at the huge pile of documents in front of him.

He flipped through it casually, and all he saw were dazzling tables, pictures, and text.

"Itinerary and accommodation details for the study tour, cost breakdown, information on risks and potential disasters, and information for parents..."

“The closer we get to graduation, the more cautious the school becomes,” the girl said, sitting down next to him. “Anyway, all we need to do is count the items.”

The room fell silent. The archives were far from the classroom, and no one could be seen through the small glass window on the door; only the clattering of pages turning could be heard.

"Have you been having a good time lately?" the boy suddenly asked.

"...Huh?" Tomatsu Tomoka looked up and blinked, making sure she hadn't misheard.

Are you happy...?

Jun Matsue nodded, his hands continuing their work.

The girl tilted her head. "Of course I'm happy. Why would Tsunkun ask that?"

The boy pressed his finger on the map in the brochure, looking at the winding route along the coast. "Because I feel you might think that this girlfriend's location isn't as good as you imagine."