Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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The girl smiled shyly yet playfully, looking across the street where the first group of people were pouring out of the office building.

"It's time!" She put down her coffee and ran quickly downstairs—preparing in advance on the first floor so she could catch up quickly when her target appeared, a valuable lesson she learned.

Standing by the shop window on the first floor, Jun Matsueda and the girl next to him looked across the street. Fortunately, the Japanese have a strong sense of boundaries, and the crowd of people leaving get off work was not crowded enough for them to see every face clearly.

"By the way, I don't even know what your father looks like." The boy suddenly realized this.

"Hey." Tomatsu Yuka took her phone out of her pocket and handed it over.

On the screen is a man in a suit and tie, his face somewhat weathered, but you can tell he was quite handsome when he was young, probably the kind of dashing young master.

Jun Matsue looked at the crowd opposite him again, confirming that there were no similar faces.

"Looks like he hasn't come out yet."

"It should be." The girl said as she gathered her black hair at the back of her head. She took out two hair ties from her skirt pocket and simply tied her black hair into pigtails.

The boy looked at the girl beside him, who seemed even more innocent and sweet. She took out a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses from her bag and put them on her nose.

"Is cross-dressing an inherent skill for girls?" Jun Matsueda thought of the idol he had just met on the subway.

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and said, "I'm afraid of being discovered. If Dad notices later, please just hug me in your arms, Tsunku."

"So I have this function after all?"

Jun Matsueda stood in the coffee shop observing the two groups of people at the intersection. Just when he thought Mr. Tomatsu was planning to work overtime today, a face that looked remarkably similar to the girl's photo finally appeared in the crowd.

"Is it him?" The boy nudged the girl next to him with his elbow.

“Yes!” Tomatsu Yuka silently stood on tiptoe, her eyes fixed on the crowd opposite her.

Jun Matsue watched as the man across the street loosened his suit collar and exchanged a few words with the woman who was walking out with him.

"Is it her?" he then asked.

"Judging from the distance, it doesn't seem like a relationship that's based on feelings of liking." The girl shook her head.

Okay, let's keep watching.

A man and a woman in suits stopped at the intersection with the crowd, waiting for the red light. The man looked at the bus stop not far away, while the woman standing next to him watched him silently.

It feels like it's the woman's unrequited love, Jun Matsue thought, touching his chin.

"Dad and the others should be heading to the subway station by now." Tomatsu Yuka, who was standing in front of the shop window, turned and started walking. "We have to go!"

The two walked out of the coffee shop together. The girl was still looking at the crowd across the street when she naturally reached out and took the arm of the boy next to her.

"Please lead the way, Jun-kun."

"..." Matsueda Jun glanced at her, reached out and grabbed the girl's forearm, "Watch your step, don't fall."

When the green light came on, the waiting man and woman crossed the road side by side. After reaching the other side, they separated, waved to each other, and then the woman turned around and walked to the other side.

The man standing there sighed and followed the flow of people into the station, completely unaware of the young boy and girl who had somehow followed behind him.

"What do we do now?" Jun Matsue asked the girl holding his arm in a low voice, looking down. "Should we follow him all the way to his house?"

“Of course.” Tomatsu Yuka looked at the figure on the platform. “We need to find out where he lives today.”

So when the subway arrived at the Hanzomon Line station, after watching the man board the train, they followed him into the adjacent carriage.

Ten minutes later, the two stopped outside the south exit of Kinshicho Station, and the man in front went into an apartment building on the side of the road.

"Mr. Tomatsu lives in Sumida Ward now, huh?" Jun Matsueda said, looking at the closed glass door of the apartment building. "Shall we stop here for today?"

Tomatsu Tomohana nodded. "Thank you for your trouble, Jun-kun. You can go back now."

"Aren't you going to leave yet?" the boy asked, surprised.

"Hmm, I'd like to wait a bit longer."

"Wait for what?"

"Let's see if Dad comes out with a woman, or if there's a chance to get through the gate."

Jun Matsue looked at the street where the two of them were.

There was a lot of trampled trash and conspicuous stains on the ground. A man smoking a cigarette walked swaggering across the middle of the road. There was also a notice on the wall warning of pickpockets.

“No.” He rejected the girl’s idea. “The security here doesn’t look very good. It’s too dangerous for you to be here alone.”

Tomatsu Yuka, who had been looking at the apartment, turned her head, stared at the boy's face for a while, and then gave a sweet smile.

"I'll listen to Tsunkun~"

Chapter 540 The Moon House's Indirect Approach

At 8 p.m., Jun Matsue knocked on the door of apartment 506.

The girl who opened the door was Mochizuki Haruka, who was dressed in a simple tank top and glanced at him.

"came back?"

"Hmm." The boy changed into slippers and followed her into the living room.

The TV screen showed a paused game, and the sound of water came from the bathroom—it seemed that Auntie was taking a bath.

"You and your aunt have been playing games all night?" He initiated the conversation, seemingly afraid that the girl would ask why his part-time job ended early.

"No, I haven't been playing for long." Mochizuki Haruka hesitated a bit—she had been showing her aunt her "Pine Branch Strategy Manual" earlier.

Her aunt already knew about her strategy guide, but the woman had never shown any curiosity before. Today, for some reason, she suddenly said she wanted to take a look.

"You went to see a movie with Rion and the others?" Jun Matsueda picked up an empty glass from the table and poured himself a glass of water.

"No, they said it's a movie version of Detective Conan, but it doesn't seem very interesting." The girl glanced at him. "That's my aunt's cup."

"Oh, oh." The boy stopped what he was doing, went to the dining table to get an identical cup, and came back to pour himself some water.

"So how is Tomatsu?" Mochizuki Haruka asked abruptly.

"...What do you mean?" Jun Matsuoka looked up.

Could it be that Wang Yue actually sent someone to secretly follow him, like a mantis stalking a cicada unaware of an oriole behind it?

"Didn't you say she wasn't doing well? You must have chatted with her while you were working part-time, right?" the girl said matter-of-factly.

"Hmm." The boy breathed a sigh of relief; so that's what they were talking about.

"I did talk to her, and she needs to solve the problem herself. It shouldn't affect the filming too much."

Mochizuki looked at them with a skeptical gaze. Just as she was about to ask something else, light footsteps came from behind them. Auntie, who had just finished taking a bath, walked into the living room wearing a bath towel.

"Oh, Songzhi's back." The woman's voice didn't hold much surprise. She sat down next to her niece and picked up a water glass from the table.

Sitting on the sofa, Jun Matsue didn't know where to look. Mochizuki was only wrapped in a bath towel, in the standard bathing pose that often appeared on TV—the pure white towel outlined the woman's curvaceous figure, revealing her smooth, long thighs and the cleavage squeezed out by her full breasts.

"Auntie!" Mochizuki Haruka's voice was clearly surprised. "Why did you come out wearing only a bath towel? Matsugi is still here!"

"You didn't tell me he was coming," the woman said, not seeing anything wrong with it. "And what's wrong with a bath towel? Isn't that what we do after showering at home?"

"No! Go change it right now!" The girl shoved her shoulder. "Besides, you're drinking from a pine branch cup!"

"Okay, okay, stop pushing me..."

Aunt had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the bedroom. Jun Matsue was intently watching the motionless game screen on the TV until the girl placed a mug with two swallows painted on it in front of him.

"Here, the cup I bought you before, from now on you can only use this one here!"

"Yes, yes." The boy nodded obediently.

When Wang Yuehua returned to the living room, she had changed into a black halter-neck bodycon mini-dress, still revealing her full breasts and smooth thighs. However, Wang Yueyao only glanced at her aunt before letting her sit down beside her.

No, what's the difference between this kind of clothing and a bath towel...? Jun Matsue controlled his urge to ask the question.

The two women from the Mochizuki family picked up the controllers from the coffee table, and the TV screen started moving again. The boy sitting next to them watched as they each controlled a female character, jumping back and forth in the split screen, somewhat like the popular couple co-op games from before.

After watching her character get accidentally whipped to death by her niece, Mochizuki Hana pouted and looked at Matsueda Jun, who was looking at his phone.

Do you have any plans for the Golden Week holiday in Songzhi?

"No." Jun Matsueda pressed the send button, exited the chat with Yuka Tomatsu, and put his phone aside.

"Aside from filming for Yuchuan, I don't have any other plans for the time being."

"How about I drive you and Xiaoyao for a drive around the neighborhood?" the woman suggested.

"How about another trip to Hakone? The new Mochizuki has returned to Lake Ashi!"

Aunt glanced at the game screen. Mochizuki Haruka, who had been waving her whip to urge her to move, had stopped moving and seemed to be patiently listening to the two chatting.

"Hakone, huh..." Jun Matsue pretended to think.

He was also thinking of finding an opportunity to see Yosei Kurusu's performance, and he also needed to take advantage of the holiday to resolve the matter with Tomatsu.

"Including the round trip, it only takes a day or two, which doesn't feel like enough time to fully enjoy myself."

"How about we wait until summer vacation?"

The little figure on the TV screen jumped up and down, and the whip in its hand became restless again. Wang Yuehua patted her niece's thigh.

"Then don't forget, Matsueda-kun."

The woman picked up the handle again, and after working together with Mochizuki Haruka to clear the level, the two of them picked up water cups in unison, their drinking postures exuding an elegance and beauty that they shared.

"Is Matsueda almost certain to get into the University of Tokyo?" she continued to ask.

"It can't be that amazing, can it?" Looking at the black slip dress and white tank top nestled together in front of him, Jun Matsue also felt a little thirsty.

"If my math skills improve a little more, I should have no problem getting into the University of Tokyo."

"Have you decided which department to choose?" Mochizuki asked with a smile.

"The Faculty of Law or the Faculty of Economics, Auntie, do you have any suggestions?"

Matsueda Jun's attention returned a bit; he hadn't yet decided on the specific faculty and major for university—as the well-informed head of the Mochizuki family, his aunt's opinion should be quite reliable.

“It’s definitely the Economics Department,” the woman said without hesitation. “The legal industry in Japan is already nearing saturation, and no matter how well you study, you still have to work in a law firm to gain experience, or you’ll end up doing jobs like patent agent or tax consultant. So it’s better to go directly to the Economics Department.”

"I've thought it all out for you." Mochizuki said with her legs crossed and great interest, "Business Administration is the most suitable major—economics is all about macroeconomics and theory, while finance is more about venture capital, neither of which is suitable for you, Matsue, right?"

That seems to be true. Matsueda Jun nodded. "What about the Management Department?"

"As the name suggests~" Auntie leaned towards him, her cleavage appearing even deeper, "She studied business management and other practical things!"

"...But it sounds a bit far away." The boy frowned.

“It’s not that far!” The woman shook her head.

"Once you finish your studies, you can manage our family's finances."

"..." Matsueda Jun looked at her cunning eyes, which were like those of a fox.

However, he did not object, but simply shifted his gaze to the side, seemingly lost in thought or daydreaming—putting aside a woman's selfishness, her words were not problematic.

Auntie nuzzled against her niece, giving her a smug look that seemed to be asking for praise. Mochizuki Haruka nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and walked toward the bathroom.

The girl took off her thin, pure white tank top, stepped into the bathtub, and let the warm water flow over her entire body.

The pine branches of the future are like this warm, cozy pot of water, destined to blend seamlessly with the Wangyue family.

Chapter 541 A Girl's Heart Under the Bright Sun

May 3rd was the first day of the Thursday holiday for gold.

Jun Matsue and Natsumi Imokawa stood at the entrance of an old-fashioned convenience store, holding popsicles. The plastic canopy above them blocked out the bright sunlight, leaving customers with a precious cool shade.

It's one o'clock in the afternoon, the time when people are most likely to feel drowsy after lunch. The boy turned his head to look at the girl next to him.

Natsumi Imokawa had half a popsicle dangling from her mouth as she stared down at the camera in her hand, her eyes slightly narrowed, whether from weariness or the light, it was hard to tell.

The girl was wearing a pale yellow floral dress today, the same one she wore when she met Matsueda Jun at the coffee shop. The fabric at the chest was a little tight, revealing a dazzling white patch.

Seemingly because she was focused on the video in front of her, she did not notice that the water droplets that had condensed on the popsicle in her mouth were about to fall—a gentle breeze blew by, and the water droplets flashed in the air and landed on her fair skin on her chest, scattering into a striking, delicate shimmer.

"Is there anything wrong with the materials from this morning?" Jun Matsue took a sip of the half-melted shaved ice in his hand, the cool, sweet milk flavor spreading in his mouth.

“It’s great.” Natsumi Imokawa nodded as she looked at the camera. “Mochizuki-san is getting more and more comfortable with her role.”

The boy recalled the scene from that morning, the way Mochizuki looked at him coquettishly under the tall ginkgo tree—the girl's smile reflected in the deep green shadows of the tree, etched the shape of spring.

Mochizuki doesn't understand acting; she's just getting more and more used to expressing her emotions in front of the camera.

"How about we find an internet cafe or something to rest for a bit?" Jun Matsue asked the girl next to him.