Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 612 The Uninvited Guest Saves the Day
On Friday, June 20th, it wasn't until 5 PM that Jun Matsue and Haruka Mochizuki returned to their apartment together.

After pushing open the security door and changing shoes with the girl in the entryway, the first thing he did upon entering the living room was to pick up the air conditioner remote.

After the air conditioner beeped and blew out a gentle breeze, the boy finally let out a sigh of relief.

"saved."

"It's so hot..." Mochizuki Haruka tugged at the sailor uniform stuck to her back and headed towards the bathroom first.

"I need to take a shower first."

After watching the girl disappear around the corner, Jun Matsueda walked under the air conditioner and let the cold air blow his bangs.

After school today, he went back to the orphanage, mainly to bring some gifts for the director. Of course, Mochizuki Haruka followed along.

However, they did not return empty-handed—the vegetables at the orphanage were growing well, and Grandma led them to pick some cucumbers, tomatoes, and eggplants.

Unfortunately, the air conditioning on the return bus malfunctioned, and the stuffy bus was like a moving oven. The driver could only explain and apologize repeatedly as passengers boarded.

That's why the young boy and girl returned to their apartment covered in sweat and looking listless.

After the old, buzzing air conditioner cooled him down, Jun Matsuoka picked up the vegetables from the canvas bag at his feet and stuffed them into the refrigerator one by one.

The girl's footsteps sounded behind him. "Matsue, what are we having for dinner?"

"Hmm..." The boy glanced at the fully stocked refrigerator. "How about cold noodles?"

"I happen to have the freshest cucumbers and tomatoes, so I'll make a plate of cold steamed eggplant salad."

"I want to eat!" Mochizuki Haruka walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Don't hug me, don't hug me." The boy turned around and let go of her embrace. "I'm all sweaty."

The girl, who had just finished showering, was wrapped in a long bath towel, revealing only her shoulders and collarbone, which were still wet with water droplets. She looked as pure and beautiful as a lily in the morning.

Compared to her previous appearance after bathing, Mochizuki Haruka has become much more restrained now—perhaps after doing it so many times, she has become too lazy to seduce boys all the time.

"I'm going to take a shower too, then I'll cook." Jun Matsue gently pushed her shoulder away and walked towards the bedroom.

The girl, wrapped in a bath towel, turned around and watched the boy walk into the bedroom. He quickly came out with his clothes, closed the bathroom door, and didn't give her another glance.

Wang Yueyao puffed out her cheeks, her damp skin flushed from the heat, glistening under the lamplight.

"Why does it seem like Songzhi hasn't had any astringent thoughts lately?"

After taking a refreshing cold shower, Jun Matsue took the ingredients into the kitchen. He put the eggplant in the oven to steam until soft, and placed the rest of the vegetables on the cutting board, slicing the ones that needed to be shredded or sliced.

As the noodles were cooking, the boy glanced back at the living room. Mochizuki Haruka, with her wet hair, was sitting on the sofa watching TV, leaving him with a quiet and gentle back view.

"Would you like the sauce for Wangyue's noodles a little more sour or a little sweet?" he asked as he walked to the door.

"A little sweeter," the girl said, picking up the remote and changing the channel without turning around.

Five minutes later, Jun Matsue brought out two bowls of cold noodles topped with shredded egg, cucumber, chicken, and tomato slices, as well as a plate of eggplant salad that smelled of sesame oil and garlic.

Mochizuki Haruka had already sat down at the table on her own. She happily swung her legs and picked up the thin noodles with her chopsticks.

“Delicious~”

The girl slurped the noodles into her mouth and nodded approvingly with her chin.

"Then eat more." Jun Matsue picked up an eggplant and put it in her bowl. "In the future, if you're too lazy to cook in the summer, just eat cold noodles. It's convenient and easy, and even Mochizuki can easily learn how to make it."

"What do you mean 'Even Mochizuki can easily learn it'?" Mochizuki Haruka glared at him, and the boy smiled.

The quiet dining table echoed with the slurping sounds of two people slurping noodles. Outside the balcony, Tokyo was bathed in the glow of the setting sun. The evening glow covered half of the living room, climbing onto the dining table and turning the profiles of the young man and woman into a fiery reddish-gold.

"Should Songzhi sign up for the sports meet in early July?"

Mochizuki Haruka looked up and saw the dark gold in the boy's eyes.

"Just name one or two," Jun Matsue mumbled, chewing on a mushy eggplant.

Sakamuro Ken had invited him to work together to help Class 3-6 win all the gold medals, but the boy wasn't interested or had the energy—he had more pressing issues to address. "There's only a month left until summer vacation, what are Matsueda's plans?"

The boy looked at the specks of water seeping from the sliced ​​tomatoes.

"As usual, I'll have to work and study, and I'll probably still have to take those mock exams at those private schools."

The girl blinked. "Summer vacation is very long, do you want to come back to my aunt's hometown in Kamakura for a few days?"

"..." Matsueda Jun looked up and met her eyes. "I'll pass on it, but it feels a bit strange."

"What's strange? There are only the three of us." Mochizuki Haruka put down her chopsticks, which clinked against the rim of her bowl.

"Songzhi, have you been intentionally distancing yourself from me lately?"

The boy blinked. "You couldn't get up yesterday morning, so I dressed you. Does that count as growing distant?"

"That means you don't like me." The girl pouted, her lips still glistening with oil.

Jun Matsueda's eyes showed a hint of helplessness, "...I wouldn't do it with someone I don't like."

"But you've been acting a bit strange around me lately!" Mochizuki Haruka wasn't going to skip the topic. "So it's my fault?"

The boy also stopped eating his noodles. "Wangyue is great. She's willful, cute, and charming. I like her a lot."

"I like you so much that I can cut lots and lots of cucumbers and tomatoes for you."

"..." The sunset glow on the girl's face became more vivid, perhaps because it had gained a touch of color from within.

"You make it sound like all I do is eat." She lowered her head and started slurping her noodles again.

"Next time you make pine branches, I want to watch you make them. I'll learn how in no time and show you."

Matsueda Jun smiled and put another eggplant into Mochizuki Haruka's bowl. The two continued to eat their noodles with their heads down.

When only dark gravy and floating white sesame seeds remained in the boy's bowl, the girl spoke again.

"So it's still because of Tomatsu Tomori, right?"

Jun Matsuoka's chopsticks paused.

"Has Songzhi decided when to break up with her?"

"This semester, during summer vacation, or after the start of the new semester?"

"We can't keep talking to her forever, can we?"

The cool, refreshing soup seemed to suddenly become thick and firm, coating his mouth.

How should I bring it up with Mochizuki? Should I tell the truth?

Even if she were to be honest, it would be impossible to maintain this ambiguous relationship with Mochizuki forever, right?
So how should I explain this to Tomatsu?

What should we do if they don't accept it?
The questions that had been lurking in Jun Matsuoka's mind for the past few days suddenly exploded, turning his reflection in the soup at the bottom of the bowl into a blurry mess.

As he looked up under the girl's gaze, a knock suddenly sounded at the entrance.

"I'll go open the door." The boy stood up, placed his hands on the table, and strode towards the door.

As you open the door, you see a girl pulling a suitcase and wearing a baseball cap. She lifts the brim of her cap, revealing bright and energetic eyes.

"A surprise attack!" Kurusu Yosei's smile held a mischievous glint. "Has Matsueda been missing me?"

Two weeks ago, her surprise attack might have startled Jun Matsueda.

But now, as he opened the door and turned to watch the girl walk into the room, he breathed a brief sigh of relief.

"They came just in time..."

(End of this chapter)