Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Maki Yami couldn't accept it. She went over and over in her mind until those memories became vividly clear again.

"Moji, shall we take a few more photos and then get ready to leave?"

The girls nearby called her name. The girl turned around and waved, then looked down at the exceptionally beautiful scene on her phone.

Is it because I haven't seen him for so long that the memories are starting to fade?

But with Matsueda's excellent memory, at least in his heart, he won't forget her...

Yamami Maki looked at the photos one last time.

Matsueda takes relationships so seriously. Now that this kiss happened, he must truly feel happy being with Yuka.

To express her blessings, or perhaps to punish her own forgetfulness, the girl clicked on the heart-shaped icon below the image.

As her empty heart was filled with red, the pain that flashed through her mind also tightly enveloped those memories.

Yamami Maki stood up and walked towards the girls who were waving from the slope.

Please, Matsueda, be happier now than when you were with me.

When Jun Matsue entered the apartment, he was greeted by two girls who got up from the sofa and stood on either side of the entrance, eyeing him menacingly.

"Auntie has already left?" The boy bent down to change his shoes without changing his expression.

“She went to a banquet.” Mochizuki Haruka stared at him. “Where did you and Tomatsu go?”

“She posted an update, you’ll see.” Jun Matsueda, wearing slippers, walked toward the kitchen, but Yosuke Kurusu blocked his way.

"You're back too late!" the girl complained.

"Is this considered late?" The boy glanced at the time. "It's not even 4:30 yet."

Yosuke Kurusu's bright eyes widened. "You disappeared with a girl for at least six hours! Who knows what you two did!"

"It's just a spring outing to enjoy the cherry blossoms..."

"Is kissing part of a spring outing to enjoy cherry blossoms?" Mochizuki Haruka raised her head, her eyes filled with both coldness and grievance.

"They kissed?!" Yosuke Kurusu grabbed the girl's phone next to him. "Even couples can't just kiss like that!"

"That was just a camera trick; we had Imokawa film it."

"Imokawa Natsumi is here too?" Mochizuki Haruka frowned and pressed on, "Why wasn't I called?"

"I met Imokawa by chance; she was having a picnic with her parents—"

“What a coincidence! I don’t believe it!” Lai Xiyang said persistently.

"Or should I send a message or make a phone call to her parents?" Jun Matsue was a little troubled. Knowing Imokawa's personality, she might not necessarily tell her parents about this.

"Then forget it, but you need to give a proper account of where you went and what you did today."

Is this what happiness is like now? Jun Matsueda thought to himself as he sat on the sofa explaining to the girls.

It didn't seem so, he dismissed his own idea; happiness must be sustainable.

And it's clear that such days won't last.

Chapter 498 The Holiday in the Land of the Rising Sun Comes to an End

On March 27th, when Jun Matsue stepped out of his bedroom in the morning, he heard sizzling cooking sounds coming from the living room.

"Are you up?" Yosuke Kurusu, wearing a black and white checkered apron, poked his head out from the kitchen. "It's just time to wash up and have breakfast."

"You got up so early today?" The boy yawned.

"Because today is the last day of rest," the girl said energetically. "I can't just sleep for most of the day, can I?"

“…It’s been a week already.” Jun Matsueda stared at the figure in the kitchen for two seconds before walking toward the bathroom.

When he sat down at the dining table, there were already two plates of toast covered with a rich, golden color on the table. Kurusu Yosei was carrying a tall cardboard box and pouring milk into their glasses.

The boy sniffed the air. "It smells so good."

"Didn't I say before that I'd let you try the garlic toast from Laiqi's shop?" The girl took a big gulp of milk. "Perfect timing to use up the leftover butter in the fridge~"

Jun Matsue recalled for a moment, "You still remember what happened during the first year of high school cultural festival?"

The girl patted her chest and said, "Kurashi Yosei is not one to go back on her word!"

The boy cut off a small piece of toast and put it in his mouth. The garlic flavor was rich, with the sweetness of butter, much tastier than the fried egg toast he usually made.

"One hundred points." He picked up the milk.

"If you like it, Matsue, I can tell you the recipe." Kurusu Yosei leaned on the table, smiling at him. "If you make the garlic butter in advance, just spread it on toast, put it in the oven for a few minutes, and it's done. It's super easy~"

Jun Matsue finished her breakfast amidst the pleasant chatter, and then the girl began packing her luggage. The boy finished washing the dishes, and since he had nothing else to do, he went to the balcony to collect the laundry that was drying.

Seven days have passed just like that, and I still have half of my spring break allowance left.

Leisure days always seem to pass by like this: you think you have plenty of time to relax and plan what to do—things you wouldn't normally do anyway. But in the end, most of those enthusiastic plans fall through, and only those aimless days of sunshine remain vividly in your memories.

However, Jun Matsueda still did a lot. After seeing the cherry blossoms with Tomatsu Tomoka, the next day he went to Nogawa Park on the outskirts of Mitaka City to see the cherry blossoms at the request of Mochizuki Haruka and Kurusu Yosei, and took Miyamura Aya back to visit the welfare home nearby.

Then came another ordinary part-time job, followed by an unusual date with Tomatsu Yuka after get off work.

They went shopping together in Shimokitazawa, the place where Jun Matsue had met Maki Yamami by chance. He helped his senior pick out a Christmas gift for her friend.

Then the boy and girl took the train to Hikawa Shrine, where the senior student prayed for his trip to Hokkaido.

Tomatsu Yuka didn't do much; she just strolled around and prayed as usual. Matsueda Jun thought she would ask about the story that happened there, but the girl didn't ask anything.

Then Jun Matsue understood that Tomatsu Tomoka's imitation was not out of jealousy, but rather because she wanted to leave her own mark on his past.

Just like that incredibly realistic kiss at Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden.

"What are you doing, Matsugi?" Kurusu Yosei's voice sounded behind him. The boy took the clothes off the railing in front of him, turned around and handed them to the girl.

"Can you get distracted while collecting laundry?" she asked, puffing out her cheeks.

"The sunlight is so nice, it melts away all the thoughts in my head," the boy smiled.

"I've already packed my luggage!" The girl took her clothes and went back to her bedroom. She quickly climbed onto the sofa in the living room, picked up the remaining milk, and her long neck looked particularly slender as she tilted her head back.

Jun Matsue walked into the living room and sat down next to the girl. He glanced at the open bedroom door; a bright yellow suitcase lay closed on the floor like a large mango.

When are you leaving?

Lai Qiyang glanced at his phone; it was 9:10.

"Let's leave at ten o'clock. Our agent is still at the company and won't be here for a while."

"Aren't you going to have lunch before you leave?" the boy asked, somewhat surprised.

"No way." The girl shook her head decisively. "If we have lunch before leaving, what will we do in the meantime? Watch TV and play games with Songzhi?"

"As you look around and play, you'll find yourself increasingly reluctant to leave."

"If you're going to leave, it's better to be decisive. I don't want to make myself so sad."

"...It saves me some trouble, as I have to cook for one less person." Jun Matsue watched as the milk stains gradually slid down the empty glass.

Yosuke Kurusu giggled and climbed onto the small sofa on the other side, where she lay down to sunbathe.

"I feel a little bad that Songzhi has been cooking most of the time these past few days~"

"Anyway, I'm on vacation and have a lot of free time, so it doesn't matter to me."

The girl suddenly sat up from the sofa. "The thought of not being able to eat Matsue's cooking again, while Mochizuki can still freeload—how infuriating!"

"She also cooks for herself."

Jun Matsue defended his neighbor who lived next door, but Yosei Kurusu glared at him and said, "But she eats more than me!"

There was nothing the boy could do but shut up.

During their last moments of leisure, neither of them spoke. Kurusu Yosei sat on the sofa, hugging his thighs, and turned to look at the sky outside the balcony.

Jun Matsue watched the girl's retreating figure. Sunlight painted her upturned black hair and fair earlobes, and the illuminated dust motes drifted slowly around her.

"What is Songzhi looking at?" The girl suddenly turned around.

“Your hair.” The boy looked at her. “I don’t think it’s very common to see black-haired Kurusu—most of the time she has pink pudding-like hair.”

Kurusu Yosei narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had heard something interesting. "So, do you prefer my current black hair, or my previous pink hair?"

“Pink hair is more glamorous, while black hair is more everyday,” Jun Matsueda said without hesitation.

The girl smiled so much that her eyes curved into crescent moons. "Songzhi always speaks so sweetly."

When the agent's car arrived downstairs, Jun Matsueda picked up his suitcase and followed Yosei Kurusu down the stairs.

“Songzhi, this time is different from the tour. I will come and visit whenever I have time.”

The girl's voice echoed in the stairwell. She didn't turn around; her high ponytail swayed in front of the boy.

"Ah."

"Watch more TV. I'll be on TV often, so you can see me even when I'm not in the apartment."

"it is good."

As the two walked out of the unit on the first floor, Lai Xiyang turned around.

"Also, no other girls are allowed in my bedroom."

"This must continue!"

"Are you that worried?" Jun Matsue smiled.

The girl snorted, waved at him, and got into the car.

"You've got too many girls involved!"

Chapter 499 Love is not a plastic bag

After seeing off the car carrying the idol, Jun Matsueda turned and went up the stairs.

When he returned to the fifth floor, he found Mochizuki Haruka in the hallway wearing a coat over her pajamas.

"She's gone?" The girl stared at the shrinking shadow in the distance, her tone calm and indifferent.

"Hmm." The boy nodded and walked to her side. "It will be difficult to see her again. We can only see her on stage and on TV."

"I don't want to see her." Mochizuki Haruka pouted. "I should have asked you to wake me up. I would have set off fireworks to send her off."

Matsueda Jun glanced at her helplessly, then walked into his apartment, with the girl following closely behind him.

"I'm hungry, what should I have for lunch?"

"Let's cook some noodles. By the way, didn't you learn to cook? Why are you still coming over to my place to freeload every day?"

"Cooking for one person is a hassle," Mochizuki Haruka said, closing the door for him.

"Can't you cook for me? The mixed rice porridge you made last time tasted pretty good too."

"Laixi came back these past few days..." the girl's voice lowered a little, "My cooking skills aren't as good as hers, so I won't give her a chance to laugh at me."

I never expected such a childish reason... The boy opened the refrigerator and looked at the remaining ingredients. Mochizuki Haruka stood beside him, her cheeks brightened by the light from the refrigerator.

"Where did my leftover butter go?" She suddenly realized something was wrong.

“…Kurasu used it this morning.” Jun Matsueda glanced back at the kitchen trash can; there should still be some packaging boxes left.

"That's the butter I saved for frying bacon!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide. "It's butter from Hokkaido!"

No wonder it tastes so sweet...

The boy closed the refrigerator door. "I'll bring you a box next time I go grocery shopping, but I can't guarantee it'll be from Hokkaido."

"I want Lai Qiyang to compensate me!"

Mochizuki Haruka took out her phone and typed "click-click-click," the sound of which was like a machine gun.

At the lunch table, a girl drinking noodle soup suddenly asked a question.

"Songzhi, do you want to go swimming with me this afternoon?"

"Swimming?" Jun Matsueda looked up. "It's not even summer yet."

“My aunt hasn’t been exercising much lately and doesn’t like to sweat, so I’m planning to take her swimming.”

"Then it's not convenient for me to go." The boy lowered his head and continued eating his noodles.