Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Whether it's a simple, peaceful life together or an extravagant, luxurious one, whatever you want, I can help you achieve it."

“I’m serious. You should know that our family has that kind of capability.”

"How about it? Want to make a wish and give it a try?"

Haruka Mochizuki knew very well what Jun Matsueda wanted at that moment, but she wouldn't say it.

Only in this way will the boy realize that there is another girl who cares about him unconditionally besides Yamami Maki. Only in this way will her "ignorance" of being kept in the dark make the boy's heart flutter even more.

The girl realized that the so-called ability to love others is actually just an acting skill—as long as the other person feels that they are being loved, that's enough.

She is the one who has learned to use various lies to comfortably express sincerity.

Matsueda Jun stared at Mochizuki Haruka for a while before slowly shaking his head. "While I appreciate your kindness, I don't need a machine that can grant my wishes."

"I knew it." The girl pouted. "Hold out your hand."

Although he didn't know what she wanted to do, the boy still reached out his hand.

Mochizuki Haruka took a small object out of the pocket of her pleated skirt and placed it in his palm. It was a silver-gray coin, still warm from the girl's body.

"what is this?"

Jun Matsue examined the coin in his hand. Its surface was engraved with shadows of varying depths, and the craftsmanship looked very sophisticated.

"The side with 9.8 written on it is engraved with the moon on the day you were born. Although you don't think it's important, let's commemorate it in this way anyway."

"And the other side?"

Jun Matsue flipped the coin over. The reverse side wasn't the moon, but a cluster of brilliant points of light that floated with the light, possibly some kind of reflective mineral.

Mochizuki laughed, "The reverse side is the starry sky I saw on the day I missed you the most in the Sahara Desert."

"This coin isn't worth much, but the craftsmanship is quite impressive." The girl summed up her days of having countless design drafts rejected in a single sentence.

"But if Matsueda Jun has this coin, he can have the ability to grant any wish from Mochizuki Haruka."

"No expiration date?" Jun Matsue blinked.

The girl thought for a while.

"Valid until the day I stop liking you."

In other words, forever.

Chapter 396 Advisor

"Pine Branch seems to be in a good mood?"

After practice, Izumi Mizuki put down her guitar and asked the boy sitting behind the drum set this question.

"Sounds like that?" Jun Matsueda was somewhat surprised.

Everyone else had already left, leaving only the two of them in the room to discuss revisions to the new song.

The girl raised an eyebrow. "Your drumming sounded much more lively today."

“…Perhaps it’s because I received good news.” The boy touched the cool coin in his shirt pocket.

"Congratulations." Izumi Mizuki didn't intend to ask any further questions. "You can go now, I'll practice a little longer."

Since they were all old acquaintances, Jun Matsuoka didn't offer any further reminders. He packed his things, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed out.

Stepping into the corridor, a girl holding a cat stood not far from the stairwell. The golden-red afterglow of the sunset outside the window reflected on her face, like a flame about to fade away.

"You haven't left yet?"

Matsueda Jun walked to Mochizuki Haruka's side, and the cat in the girl's arms turned its head and meowed at him.

"I'm waiting for my aunt's car; she said she'd come pick me up."

The girl answered in a very obedient tone, and as soon as she finished speaking, the two saw a familiar black sedan appear at the end of the street.

"Look, we're here." The cat in her arms meowed again.

So the two went downstairs together. Jun Matsue escorted the girl to the side of the street and watched as the window of the black sedan slowly rolled down. In the driver's seat was a woman with a graceful and elegant posture, holding the steering wheel.

"Auntie is driving herself today," the boy greeted.

"Songzhi, want to get in the car?" Wang Yuehua rested her right hand on the car window, striking a cool pose. "I'll take you for a ride~"

The boy shook his head and closed the car door for the girl who was getting in. "Be careful on the road."

"Auntie, I've even driven race cars, and I'm really good at it!"

As the woman spoke, she started the engine. The rolled-up windows shut out the stuffy air. The golden cat jumped from its seat to the rear window of the car, watching the man's back as he walked towards the station.

"Has Xiaoyao given out the gift?"

She glanced at her niece in the rearview mirror; the girl was humming along to the music playing from the stereo, clearly in a good mood.

"Hmm, he probably only received my gift." Mochizuki Haruka grabbed the cat that was lying behind her head and rubbed it on her lap.

"What's the reaction of the pine branch?" the woman asked with great interest, staring at the traffic light ahead.

"He'll probably put on a blank expression, but secretly he'll be happy inside, right?"

The girl fiddled with the cat's ears, which looked like potato chips. "Songzhi smiled, even though he was still pursing his lips, but I know he must really like this gift."

"Of course~" Auntie nodded in satisfaction, her fingers tapping the edge of the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music. "This is a gift that we racked our brains to come up with."

"It doesn't have to be expensive, just something he'll definitely accept, and it has to be original and perfectly reflect Xiaoyao's feelings."

"Moreover, this sentiment cannot be too direct or passionate. After all, Songzhi already has someone else in his heart. If it is too direct, it may make him hesitate."

Mochizuki Haruka snorted in dissatisfaction, recalling a certain girl she found extremely annoying.

The woman in the driver's seat looked at the mansion that appeared at the end of the road; the butler and servants were already waiting at the door.

"The birthday campaign has come to a successful end. Before thinking about the next steps, let's have a good dinner."

After dinner, Wang Yuehua first went downstairs to meet the butler and learn about the situation at the manor that day before going up to the third floor and finding her niece on the open terrace.

The girl was lying on a wooden bench, enjoying the evening breeze. Her two small feet, which had been taken off their sandals, swayed back and forth, and she looked very comfortable.

The woman quietly walked up behind the girl and peeked at her phone. "What are you doing, Xiaoyao?"

The screen displayed a chat box with two pictures. One was a picture of plain noodles posted by Mochizuki Haruka, topped with thinly sliced ​​pork, perilla leaves, dried plums, and grated radish. My aunt likes to eat refreshing and cool food in the summer.

The other picture was sent from the other side; it showed udon noodles with minced meat sauce topped with a half-cooked egg, looking equally tempting under the yellowish light.

Wang Yuehua didn't look at her for long. She sat down on the chair next to the girl, and soon a servant brought her drinks and placed them on the low table next to her.

"Are you chatting with Songzhi?"

Mochizuki Haruka nodded, smoothing her wind-blown hair. "While the pine branches are still easily swayed, we should try to gain more favor with them."

The aunt kicked off her shoes and swayed her legs like a young girl, trying to understand her niece's feelings.

"Is Matsue still sharing an apartment with that idol? Didn't Maki say anything about it?"

The girl shook her head. "Yamami probably doesn't have the time or inclination to deal with this kind of thing."

“Hmm…” Wang Yuehua turned her head and looked at a crow that had landed on a stone tablet by the pond.

Although it was strange to have a tombstone on the lawn of the manor, neither of the two women from the Mochizuki family intended to remove it.

"So, how is the relationship between Songzhi and Xiaomoji now?"

"It's still the same." Mochizuki Haruka pouted. "But because of Tomatsu's matter, they've been seeing each other less lately."

The girl observed very carefully. In the past few days, Matsueda Jun had been going out of school less often and for shorter periods of time. As for what was happening outside of school, the girl had her own methods of observation—of course, her methods would definitely ensure that Matsueda Jun would not get angry.

"So, the relationship isn't progressing? Or is it just down to kissing?"

"Kissing is already going too far," the girl said coldly. "I don't want to see such a greedy and weak person become Songzhi's lover."

Compared to the indecisive guy, even Tomatsu Tomoe became a little more pleasing to her eyes.

"Maybe Songzhi likes this type~" the woman said with a grin. "She looks mature and strong on the surface, but she only shows her vulnerable and vulnerable side to me."

"Girls like this are naturally skilled at winning men's hearts~"

Hearing her aunt's words, Mochizuki Haruka took a few deep breaths, then couldn't help but pout.

"I don't want to hear those words..."

"Alright, alright." Wang Yuehua patted the girl's head. "I was just kidding."

"Besides, people's preferences change. So what if Songzhi likes someone like Xiao Moji? With the right mindset and methods, any wall can be dug down with a hoe!"

"Auntie, I'll continue to advise you. You see, Tomatsu-san has temporarily given up, but once Matsue and Maki's relationship deepens, she'll definitely start to get restless again..."

Whispers of the Mochizuki family women echoed on the terrace, like swaying siren on the sea, waiting for the resolute and handsome sailor to appear and lure him step by step into the dark, decadent depths.

Chapter 397 Guidance

On Friday after school in the third week of the semester, Jun Matsue sat in the student council office.

The cicadas chirping outside the window were intermittent, turning into waves.

"I feel like we won't be able to hear the cicadas chirping anymore in a few days." Yami Maki sat opposite the boy, watching him organize his documents.

A few girls walked by outside the building, their discussion about the clothing store drowning out the cicadas' chirping. As we entered mid-September, these fleeting lives began to die, but we didn't see many of their remains on campus.

Perhaps, not many people really care about the cicadas dying.

"That's good, at least the school will be quieter now."

Jun Matsueda put the form in his hand into a pile of neatly organized documents. This was preparation for next week's campaign speech. Maki Yami didn't need to participate; she was just called over by the boy.

As for why he was in the student council office, it was because the election committee didn't have its own office.

A few minutes later, the boy finished organizing the documents, put the necessary files into a folder, and took a sip of the mineral water on the table.

He looked up and surveyed the unfamiliar space—the student council office and the news department were both on the same floor, but he had hardly ever been here before.

Photos of past student council members are displayed on the wall. In the corner, there is a small cabinet with some worn folders and various books on it. Next to the cabinet is a whiteboard, and opposite it is a desk where two people sit. A computer is placed on the side of the desk near the window.

"What are you looking at, Matsueda-san?" Yami Maki asked curiously.

"I'm looking at the place where my senior used to work." The boy looked around. "There's much less stuff in the student council office than I expected."

"That's because it's close to the change of leadership, so a lot of things have been moved." The girl's tone became much lighter when talking about familiar things.

"We used to keep a lot of potted plants in the office, but now we've given them all to the gardening department."

"The president has a favorite radio, which is placed where Matsueda is sitting now."

"Tsushima-kun also brought a folding bed here and sometimes sneaks over for a nap."

“No wonder I haven’t seen him much in the newsroom during lunch breaks before…” Jun Matsueda murmured, the girl chuckling softly.

"Then work is done." The boy stood up, holding his folder. "Let's go."

Yamami Maki got up and was about to open the door when a sound from outside stopped her.

A commotion of footsteps descending the stairs entered the corridor, one after another, approaching the door of the student council room.

"Practicing is so tiring—" someone groaned, accompanied by a flute melody.

"Everyone worked very hard, thank you for your hard work~" A female voice rang out, soft and clear. Yamami Maki, who was standing by the door, turned around and looked at Matsueda Jun.

This was a voice they were both very familiar with.

"But everyone has made great progress!" a more energetic voice chimed in. "If we can maintain this level of performance into next year, we'll definitely be able to secure the national gold medal!"

“The intensity of that kind of training was indeed too high, and everyone is more motivated by resentment right now,” Tomatsu Yuka continued. “This kind of emotion is good. The reason we’ve increased the intensity of training recently is to help everyone process this emotion.”

"Isn't it more meaningful to turn resentment into tangible progress than simply feeling angry and resentful?"

"A minister is indeed a minister; his words are particularly impressive!"

The sound of footsteps echoed as the girls walked away, their voices filled with admiration.

Matsueda Jun looked at Yamami Maki, who was gazing out the window, like a guest who remained in the same place after the banquet had ended.

When he reached the girl's side, Yamami Maki finally came to her senses. She sighed, her expression hesitant.

"Matsueda-kun, don't you think I'm being too childish?"

Jun Matsueda blinked. "Immature people never admit they're immature."

The girl smiled helplessly. She looked at the whiteboard in the room, where there were still traces that hadn't been completely wiped away.