Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Really? Then consider this my way of being prepared and giving you a heads-up." Wang Yuehua still had that same smiling face.

"What if Matsue is someone who only cares about appearances and prefers a figure like Maki's, which is just right?"

The woman's words had a hint of stirring up trouble, and Mochizuki Haruka's verbal skills were far inferior to hers.

"After all, my Xiaoyao is still a little short, don't you think?"

“I think Mochizuki’s current height is just right, very charming.” Jun Matsueda’s face still wore an indifferent smile.

My aunt only has some doubts at most; she hasn't reached the point of certainty yet. That's her assessment.

"Right? Right?" the woman said in a tone of finding a kindred spirit. "And dating Haruka would definitely be really interesting, wouldn't you say? It's kind of like a nurturing or training relationship~"

"Little Maki is different. A woman like her would be great as a wife, but she'd be too boring as a girlfriend—that's how the Yami family is, so uninteresting~"

Matsueda Jun sighed inwardly at the adult's scheming; of course, it was impossible for him to say something like, "Your senior is also very outstanding."

But he had to refute it.

Even setting aside their private relationship, he and Yamami Maki were true friends.

"I really have no interest in knowing how Yami-senpai was when she was in love or when she got married."

I'd much rather experience it myself than listen to you talk about it here.

"But based on my experience working with her, she has always been a considerate and humble person, and her abilities are beyond question. I think there are quite a few people who like her, right?"

So please stop belittling my senior in front of me, even if I know you're deliberately trying to find fault with me.

"..." Wang Yuehua's smile faltered slightly. She wanted to see a pine branch pretending to be indifferent. Such a childish act of carrying water could not escape her notice.

This situation is actually quite troublesome. The woman thought to herself, even if he and the youngest daughter of the Yamami family didn't end up together, their relationship should still be pretty good...

Women in love should understand that they should be wary of any woman who has a good relationship with their sweetheart, regardless of the nature of that relationship.

"So, Matsue is interested in getting to know Haruka?" She blinked.

Matsueda Jun clicked his tongue in annoyance. This woman kept probing from different angles whenever she had a spare moment; she was indeed much more difficult to deal with than his niece.

He could only pick up the cardboard box containing the rice balls from the ground and sighed softly.

"I want to eat—"

Walking on the playground, Yamami Maki wiped the fine sweat from her neck with a tissue and looked at the girl beside her.

"The sun is really strong today, Mochizuki-kun, do you want to wipe your sweat?"

Mochizuki Haruka tried her best to keep a straight face. She had no way to deal with people who were particularly soft-hearted. "I'm not the type to sweat easily."

Their conversation ended there as they walked across the entire playground, the grass on the soccer field gleaming green in the sunlight.

"Which bottle of water should we give to Songzhi later?" Mochizuki Haruka suddenly asked.

Each of the girls held two bottles of water, one was mineral water, and the other—Yamami Maki's bottle contained Pocari Sweat, while Mochizuki Haruka's bottle contained barley tea.

Yamami Maki then realized that she had subconsciously picked out a bottle for Matsueda when she bought water, and the girl's gaze made her feel a little uneasy.

"How about Pocari Sweat?" she said casually. It's just a bottle of water, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

"I feel like Matsueda-kun, being a boy, would get a bit hotter, so he should drink more water, right?"

Actually, Maki Yami only remembered that Jun Matsueda had drunk this Pocari Sweat during a PE class.

Mochizuki Haruka looked at the Pocari Sweat bottle and shook her head seriously. "Matsue likes to drink barley tea when she eats rice balls."

What she didn't say was that Songzhi's favorite way to eat rice balls was with vegetable soup, especially spinach and tofu soup. If there was no hot soup, barley tea was the next best option.

The girl's sense of crisis made her unwilling to reveal the secret manual recorded in the "Pine Branch Strategy Handbook" as item 423.

“Is that so…” Yami Maki’s gaze drifted to the rippling grass. “Then let’s give the barley tea to Matsueda-kun.”

When the two entered the sunshade, Jun Matsueda still had one and a half rice balls left. The woman in the elegant black dress sat next to him, but her posture was not very elegant.

Mochizuki Haruka glanced at the girl beside her, quickened her pace, sat down on the other side of Matsueda Jun, and handed him the barley tea in her hand.

"Pine branch, drink."

Yamami Maki smiled helplessly, walked over to Mochizuki Kaoru, and sat down with her legs crossed.

"Is Xiao Moji a third-year student? Has she decided on her university yet?" The bored aunt started the conversation again.

"Ochanomizu University." The girl didn't say a word more about her goal.

"When your mother graduated from Ochanomizu University, I was still a little girl~"

The woman sighed and was about to continue speaking when she was interrupted by the boy on the other side.

"It would be torture if it were this hot on the day of the sports meet. I hope it's a cloudy day." Jun Matsue took a few sips of barley tea, and his dry throat was finally soothed.

"It's a pity that I have something to do and won't be able to come and see Songzhi and Xiaoyao's performance." The woman had no choice but to change the subject.

"Xiaoyao, remember to take lots of photos, okay?"

"I'll have Songzhi take the picture." The girl looked at the boy chewing his rice ball.

Sitting on the far side, Yamami Maki lowered her head, her right hand, hidden in a blind spot, slightly clenched the cushion beneath her.

No wonder both her father and grandfather said they couldn't get along with the ambitious people surnamed Wangyue... The girl silently pursed her lips.

"That's enough for now, Songzhi and Xiaomoji, you can go back first." The woman put away her black parasol and said to the two of them from downstairs in the administration building.

She was taking her niece to see the chairman, and it would be inconvenient to have them come along as well.

"Thank you both for your hard work~" Auntie took Mochizuki Haruka's hand and stepped into the shadows of the corridor, giving her niece instructions in a corner where the two of them couldn't see her.

"Haruka, you must be careful of Yamami Maki in the future..."

Matsueda Jun and Yamami Maki waved to each other, then turned and walked into the teaching building without saying a word.

They didn't look at each other until they reached the top of the stairs. The boy sighed, while the girl smiled.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, senior." Jun Matsueda's tone was somewhat pitying.

"How could that be!" The shadow in Yamami Maki's heart immediately disappeared. "It is clearly me who has wronged Matsueda-kun."

"After all, it was me who made so many demands..."

The girl didn't regret it. It was already so troublesome just from accidentally bumping into Ms. Mochizuki. If she were to start dating Matsueda-san right now, her original school life would definitely be completely ruined.

"Let's go buy an ice cream," she said with a smile. "Sweets always make us feel better!"

The two changed direction and headed towards the vending machine on the other side.

"Does Mochizuki know Matsueda-san well? She even knows what you like to drink when you eat rice balls?" the girl asked on the way.

Having just dealt with his aunt for so long, the shock he had received was nothing compared to the intensity of his senior's question. He suddenly felt the air in the corridor become cooler.

"...I had more contact with Mochizuki before." He finally chose the most honest and cautious version of events.

The girl remained silent for a moment, without showing any resentment or blame, but answered with great enthusiasm.

"Then I still need to keep working hard~"

After all, in terms of facts, she was the one who came later.

Yamami Maki has always been humble and cautious, and is the most outstanding hard worker.

Chapter 321 The World of Kaiki Yoshi is Too Sensitive

Jun Matsueda recently noticed that his roommate was looking at his phone more often.

"Have you been doing intensive self-searching these past few days?" He asked, carrying a water glass as he walked from the kitchen to the girl sitting on the sofa.

“Yeah.” Yosuke Kurusu looked up. “The previous episode of ‘Masked’ aired, and these past few days have been the time when it’s been the most discussed online.”

Her throat bobbed. "Please get me a glass of water, Pine Branch! I'm so thirsty!"

Jun Matsuoka had no choice but to put his water glass on the coffee table and go into the kitchen.

"Where's your water bottle?" he asked, sticking his head out.

"It's in the room, just go in and get it~"

Yosei Kurusu changed his position, lying back on the sofa, holding his phone in both hands, and stretching his legs into the air, as if he were riding a bicycle.

The girl was only wearing black shorts, which, from Jun Matsueda's perspective, appeared as two bare, bright long legs swinging back and forth.

Even while playing on his phone, he doesn't forget to exercise. Is this the quality of a teenage idol? He stopped looking at the sofa, turned around, and pushed open the girl's bedroom door.

The air conditioner wasn't on in the bedroom. The outdoor breeze, carrying a hint of summer heat, blew through the screen window. Jun Matsue didn't glance at the personal clothes lying on the bed and walked to the table by the window.

In Matsueda Jun's bedroom, the desk had been transformed into a dressing table by Kurusu Yosei. He reached over a pile of bottles and jars with his right hand and found the water glass placed next to the dressing mirror.

They left the room, closed the bedroom door behind them, and shut all the doors connecting to the living room to save electricity for the air conditioner.

What would you like to drink? Milk, barley tea, or water?

"Barley tea!" The girl on the sofa changed her position again.

Jun Matsue placed a full glass of cold barley tea in front of Yosei Kurusu. She always liked to fill the glass to the brim, whether it was beer, barley tea, or milk.

"So what are people saying? There must be quite a few criticisms, right?"

"Of course there is~" The girl sat up from the sofa, leaned down, touched her lips to the water glass, and took a sip of barley tea.

"They say idols these days make money so easily~ all they have to do is sing songs and stuff like that~"

"Why don't they say that singers make money easily? I have to sing and dance! How is that easy!"

Yosei Kuryu took another sip of barley tea in anger, looking like a gourmand at an izakaya drinking alcohol.

However, middle-aged men who frequent izakayas wouldn't have such a graceful figure as her. The girl's loose short-sleeved shirt drooped down because of her bent-over posture, and you could see her full and flat, firm abdomen wrapped in her bra through the neckline.

Jun Matsue picked up the barley tea on the table, and the girl also raised her upper body. Now, there was no more glimpse of spring in his field of vision.

"Are you wearing the wrong clothes?" Jun Matsueda looked her up and down in her white T-shirt. "Is this mine?"

“Didn’t Matsue say last time that this shirt was a bit small and she wasn’t planning on wearing it?” Kurusu Yosei took the cup from his hand. “I’ll just use it as loungewear.”

After thinking it over, Jun Matsue realized that such a frugal girl didn't seem to have any problems.

"But!" Yosuke Kurusu brought up the topic of public opinion surrounding the show again, "Generally speaking, if one person criticizes you, ten people will like you."

It sounds a bit like a theory about cockroaches.

"So quite a few people still spoke up for me—lyricists and composers, industry employees, they all said I had a great attitude~"

"And the topic of dreams gets a lot of discussion! I'm very satisfied!"

Jun Matsue checked his phone and saw that the topic "This generation has no dreams" was still trending. Clicking on it revealed a video clip of the girl speaking on a TV show.

"You're famous now?" he asked succinctly.

“It should be said that this part of the show that made Yoshiki Ichiro famous.” The girl corrected his question. “Now I need to think of a way to turn these passersby who like me into my fans.”

"We'll seize this opportunity to increase our performances, or maybe appear on some music shows. That's probably what the company will do next."

"Looks like things are going to get busy again." Jun Matsueda didn't put down his phone because his senior had sent him a message.

"That's how idols are, they're busy for a while and then busy for a while," Yosei Kurusu said with a grin. "But I'll still go see Matsueda's performance!"

The boy felt inexplicably guilty because he had already performed once and hadn't revealed a single detail to the girl.

“Then we can’t slack off on rehearsals.” Jun Matsueda walked toward the bedroom.

"Wait!" the girl called out to him. "Has Songzhi been acting a little strange lately?"

Recently, Yosuke Lai noticed that his roommate has been looking at his phone more often.

"You've been looking at your phone more often, just now too! You never used to look at your phone when you talked to me!"

Uh, that's because I had to reply to the message my senior sent.

"And they always go into the bedroom, which means we have to turn on the bedroom air conditioner. What happened to saving electricity?"

I can't exactly connect with my senior online from the living room and study with her, can I...?

"Tell me! What have you been up to lately!" The girl jumped up from the sofa and walked barefoot to Jun Matsueda.

Jun Matsue calmly raised his water glass, taking the opportunity to quickly think of how to explain things to his roommate while he drank.

After the cold liquid slid down his throat, he found an excuse.

“Actually…” the boy’s tone was somewhat subtle, “it’s because you dress too lightly at home.”

The girl lowered her head, looking at her loose T-shirt and shorts that couldn't cover her thighs, then looked up at Jun Matsueda with an innocent expression.