Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 500 The Distance Closed in the Tea Shop
The air in the shop was filled with the scent of sunshine and coffee. Natsumi Imokawa held up the documents in her hand and tapped them lightly on the table.

"I didn't call Songzhi here today to talk about love, you know."

"Just to help you research your college application situation," Matsueda Jun adjusted his posture. "You're starting right away with just a drink?"

"Mmm." The girl handed the menu to the boy. "It's my treat."

After casually ordering a cup of black tea, Jun Matsueda handed the menu back to Natsumi Imokawa, watching her furrow her brow slightly, lost in thought.

The weather was noticeably warmer at the end of March. The girl wasn't the type to tolerate heat well, so she wore a sleeveless floral sundress today. The pale yellow color made her exposed arms look exceptionally fair.

The neckline of the slip dress is wider than that of a regular dress, which not only allows for better ventilation but also exposes the cleavage that a young girl usually hides under the sailor uniform.

Natsumi Imokawa isn't a girl who seeks to attract attention, yet no matter how innocent the clothing, it always exudes an alluring charm on her.

It wasn't good to keep staring at that conspicuous white stuff, so Jun Matsue began to survey the interior space.

The extensive use of mahogany decor and the warm orange lighting are distinctly Showa-era style. The handwritten menu exudes an old-fashioned charm, and the bookshelves against the wall are filled with slightly curled comics. Light jazz music plays softly in the background. "Kissaten" (coffee shop) would be a more fitting name for this cafe.

It looked like a place that Imokawa would like. He looked at the girl who was still thinking.

Is this your first time visiting Imogawa?

"Huh?" Natsumi Imokawa looked up in a flustered manner, as if she felt that she had kept the boy waiting for too long. "No, I used to come here often to do my homework."

"I thought you were hesitating for so long because you weren't familiar with the menu."

"No, no!" The girl shook her head, the neckline of her floral dress trembling slightly. "I usually order black coffee with plain pancakes, but I don't think I can eat pancakes today."

"Then let's split it in half."

Jun Matsueda has always advocated "eating as much as you can" in this regard.

"Okay!" The girl breathed a sigh of relief, then slightly raised her right hand, and the waitress standing not far away walked over.

"Natsumi-chan came with a friend today~"

“Yes.” The girl curled her lips with a hint of pride. “Could we please have an Earl Grey tea, a black coffee, and a plain muffin?”

"Wait a moment~"

A few minutes later, coffee and black tea were served. Natsumi Imokawa picked up a small pair of tweezers and put two yellow sugar cubes into her coffee. After they melted, she picked up her cup and took a sip. Her satisfied expression made Jun Matsueda's black tea taste even sweeter.

"So what about university?"

The girl snapped out of her reverie from the silky smoothness on her tongue, picked up the documents on the table, and her expression tightened.

"There have been quite a few changes this year."

She pulled out a form and placed it at the top. "Both Tokyo University of the Arts and Nichigaku University of the Arts have canceled the separate academic ability test and special examination for their respective departments, and incorporated them into the special examination for general selection."

"So there's one less way to enroll?"

“No, not exactly.” Natsumi Imokawa shook her head, pointing to the document in her hand. She quickly realized that the boy sitting opposite her couldn’t see the document, so she turned the document over to show him.

"Hmm," Jun Matsue leaned forward, looking at the documents in the girl's hand. This was still too much trouble. Natsumi Imokawa stood up, moved to a seat inside, and patted the chair she had been sitting in.

"Come sit over here, it'll be more convenient this way."

If he were facing Mochizuki Haruka and Tomatsu Tomoka, Matsueda Jun might have hesitated a bit, but sitting opposite him was the non-threatening Imokawa, so he obediently picked up his black tea and sat down next to the girl.

"Here." Natsumi Imokawa placed the documents between the two of them. The boy moved the cups and plates around, and their arms, which were resting on the table, naturally came closer together, their elbows touching.

Jun Matsueda glanced at the document quickly, then pondered for the time it takes to drink a sip of red tea, "So, the passing standards for the foreign language and national language exams are no longer set independently by the faculty, but are now uniform across the entire university?"

"Mmm." The girl nodded, the closer distance making her swaying fullness even more noticeable. "The enrollment methods I can choose are still the same few, nothing has changed."

Jun Matsue recalled the content of their conversation: "Comprehensive selection, regular exams, professional tests, and recommendation-based admission?"

"That's right. Now, both regular exams and professional tests have been categorized under 'general selection,' becoming professional tests and academic ability checks."

The boy frowned in thought. The universities he was interested in only had written and oral exams, not so many other admission methods. "Does Imokawa know which selection process is best for him?"

“A comprehensive selection process,” the girl said without hesitation. “There are three stages: submitting a portfolio, a short essay test, and a final interview.”

What about the other enrollment methods?

"Here it is." She flipped to the bottom few pages of documents. "Would Songzhi like to see it?"

"Let's take a look." The boy pointed his index finger at the paper, and the girl followed suit, her gaze sliding along his slender finger.

Jun Matsue was reading very quickly, but as he looked, his index finger stopped. There was an insurmountable obstacle in front of him—Natsumi Imokawa's chest pressed against the document.

The girl's softness was deformed under the pressure, and marks were left by the neckline of her sundress. The boy tried hard to restrain the urge to poke those curves with his finger.

"Tamo River."

"Huh?" The girl, who had been staring blankly at the bookshelf next to her, came back to her senses and then noticed the index finger resting on her chest.

"Oh." She sat up naturally, and the boy's eyes suddenly opened up. He looked up at the girl's face and saw no signs of embarrassment or shyness.

Is this guy's sense of shame different from most people's? Jun Matsueda pondered this question as he continued reading the documents.

A few minutes later, the boy looked up and saw that the pancake in front of him had been cut in half. He cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

"The academic ability assessment covers the exams for each subject, so we don't need to worry about that."

Natsumi Imokawa nodded while chewing on a pancake, "It's too difficult for me, and the pass rate is very low. This year, they even added a second exam, and not a single photography major candidate was selected."

"However, the professional test and the recommendation entrance examination are still worth considering, right? The professional test only requires Chinese and a foreign language, and the recommendation entrance examination can directly enter the essay test."

"Hmm," the girl leaned closer and glanced at the document again, her ample bosom, covered by a thin fabric, brushing against the boy's arm.

An indescribably soft and bouncy touch slid over her. Jun Matsueda looked up, but Natsumi Imokawa's face remained unchanged. She leaned forward, allowing the gaze of those around her to directly penetrate that deep cleavage.

This guy definitely has a problem with his sense of distance.

(End of this chapter)