Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 50 Flapping Wings, Creating a Whirlwind

When Jun Matsueda went downstairs in the morning, he met the landlord at the stairs.

His wife looked a bit more prosperous and greeted him, "Good morning, Chunjun. Auntie might have to find a roommate for you during this period."

"No problem!" Matsueda Jun smiled brightly and put it away after the landlady came upstairs.

My roommate... I hope their lifestyle isn't too bad.
Jun Matsueda prayed that the landlady's matching system would be better and not find him some mysterious creature that didn't go out or take a bath for half a month.

Today is also a day when he doesn’t ride a bike. He plans to take a walk around the area after breakfast, adjust his mentality, and then go to school to take the school bus.

Enter a competition.

Jun Matsueda was still wearing his school uniform, with a denim waist bag slung across his shoulder. This was a gift from his boss when he finished his part-time job at a vintage store.

He usually wears his school uniform when he goes out, alternating between two sets. He usually gets a uniform when he works part-time, and sometimes he even gets a few work T-shirts for free.

Jun Matsueda always wears his school uniform, which is why the student council at Haneda considers him an excellent student.

When he went to college, he didn't have a uniform to wear and had to buy his own clothes, which made Jun Matsueda a little worried.

Speaking of clothes, Jun Matsueda thought of the yukata in his closet. He had met girls before who gave him clothes, hats, bracelets, etc., but this was the first time he accepted one.

Jun Matsueda sincerely felt that Tomatsu Tomoka was much more difficult to deal with than the Geology Competition.

Jun Matsueda has always found it strange that Japan doesn't have much of a breakfast culture. Or rather, the breakfast options in Japan are quite limited, generally consisting of convenience stores, chain stores, and soba noodles. It's rare to find a restaurant specializing in breakfast.

Today he was going to have a long-missed Chinese breakfast. There were still a few breakfast shops run by Chinese in Mitaka City.

Jun Matsueda rarely strolled leisurely down the street like this. Although it was a cloudy day with no sun, there weren't many people on the street. After all, Mitaka City was within the Tokyo metropolitan area, not within Tokyo itself. Walking down the street felt no different from walking down a county town in China.

Jun Matsueda could see a red sign standing on the roadside from a distance, and when he got closer he could see the white Chinese characters on it.

"breakfast"

"Dough sticks and steamed buns"

Fried cake

Tofu pudding and soy milk

"A nostalgic feeling—" Jun Matsueda stretched and walked into the store.

A tray of dumplings and a bowl of white porridge, Jun Songzhi ate while chatting with the boss.

The uncle has been in Neon for more than ten years. He started out as a worker, but later found that working was not as profitable as selling breakfast, so he simply borrowed money to open a breakfast shop.

"So even though I dress casually, I can still afford a house in Tokyo if I grit my teeth!"

The hot gravy from the dumplings splashed all over his mouth. Matsueda Jun quickly scooped a spoonful of cooled porridge into his mouth, and then he showed a look that said, "This uncle is so awesome."

The boss, his vanity satisfied, began to tell Jun Matsueda about his struggle history.

"Back then, I resolutely rejected Ms. Aso's invitation for me to marry into her family and decided to make a name for myself in Tokyo through my own efforts. In the end, I opened this breakfast shop in Mitaka."

When the uncle introduced his daughter who was in junior high school, Jun Matsueda quickened his breakfast pace.

On his way to school, he started thinking about whether he should get an earring or dye his hair. He still looked too innocent; people kept trying to introduce him to their daughters or nieces. The school bus was already parked at the gate, and it was quite crowded when Matsueda Jun got on. He could only find a seat in the back, and the students around him were giving him strange looks.

Perhaps they think that Matsueda Jun is a top student or a genius, but the dark side that everyone has makes them want to see a story about a genius falling from grace.

When he saw that Tsushima Ko's window seat was still empty, Matsueda Jun knew it was reserved for him.

"Thanks."

"It's okay, it's okay. How's the progress of your filming?" As the Minister of Information, Tsushima Kou is more concerned about his club work than the competition.

Matsueda Jun explained the situation of the three members of the News Department. Tsushima Kou nodded with satisfaction, "The progress is pretty good. I feel more at ease with Imokawa around."

"Imokawa just likes photography, right?" Imokawa Natsumi is only a freshman and lacks experience. Matsueda Jun believes that passion cannot transcend seniority.

"Imikawa's father is a director, and her mother is a journalist. They come from a photography family, so her vision is clear."

"Oh," Matsueda Jun said absentmindedly, his attention no longer on this matter. "Tsushima-senpai, do you know this person in front of you? Why is he staring at me?"

The boy sitting in the front row turned his head at some point and kept staring at him with an unfriendly look.

"Yes, he's my classmate, Joe Shiroo. He used to be a little annoyed with you, but he probably isn't anymore."

"Did I take his seat?" Maybe this person likes Tsushima Kou, so he is eyeing him covetously. Matsueda Jun feels that his guess makes sense.

Sitting in the front row, Joo-jo finally spoke up. "I don't have any beef with Matsueda-san. In fact, I admire you quite a bit. But I've been feeling a bit resentful towards you lately."

"Do you remember Sugisaki? Sugisaki from the basketball team?"

Jun Matsueda began to recall the bread he had eaten, no, the person he had met, and soon found him in his memory of the day off.

"I didn't do anything to Sugisaki-san."

Chengweizhang sighed: "He challenged you to a one-on-one basketball game, and you beat him up, didn't you?"

The expression on Jun Matsueda's face says "If you're not good at it, practice more."

"We had originally planned to let Sugisaki participate in the national competition this year, but now he has become a useless person and didn't even come to the summer training." Shiroo Jō looked helpless.

"It sounds like it has nothing to do with me. Although I had a one-on-one duel with him, he was not hurt at all." Jun Matsueda opened his shoulder bag, took out his notebook, and prepared to review it before the competition.

"We called him and asked him why he didn't come to training. He said that he lost his fighting spirit after the one-on-one match with you and completely lost his passion for basketball!" Chengwei Zhang looked at the culprit who seemed nonchalant.

"Then I can't be responsible for him." Jun Matsueda turned to the next page of his notes.

Joo-jo sighed, "I was just complaining to you, it's good that you listened." He put on a smile again, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If he had played, I would have had fewer opportunities to play. I heard from Tsushima that you like delicious food, so I'll treat you to dinner tonight!"

The man named Joo Jo has gained more favorability in Jun Matsueda's heart.

Jun Matsueda looked out the window at the black car following the school bus. It was so easy for boys to establish friendships, unlike getting along with girls, where they had to learn how to intrigue.

A black car always followed the school bus. It was the car of Mochizuki's family, sent to protect him.

(End of this chapter)