Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 690 A Month-Long Summer Vacation: The Changes in the Girls
At 9:30 a.m., the teaching building of Haneoka High School was baking in the sun, and the color of the exterior walls reminded people of a white shirt that had been hand-washed.

Compared to the noise of the start of school an hour ago, the only sounds in the campus now are the incessant chirping of cicadas and the lecturing from classrooms, which are blasted against the windows by the air conditioning and slowly slide down the glass.

"Therefore, the answer to this question should be B and D. The difficulty lies in understanding the content of the fourth paragraph of the material..."

Ms. Kominato's voice was clear and melodious, ringing out distinctly in the classroom. Jun Matsue drew a circle with an arc around his answer with his pen.

He turned his head and looked at the B and C written on the girl's workbook—unfortunately, Mochizuki only got half of it right.

"Listen carefully to this question," the boy whispered to her.

"I'm listening!" Mochizuki Haruka, who had her head down, glanced at him. "Don't bother me!"

The girl lowered her voice, and even though her tone was fierce, it didn't have much impact on the boy.

Jun Matsue smiled but didn't say anything more, just silently staring at her thick, light eyelashes.

Although she successfully pushed the two tables together, Mochizuki was not about to give in so easily—the boy's arm crossed the boundary set by the girl several times, intentionally or unintentionally, but she blocked it by pulling or pushing him back.

However, as long as she doesn't ignore him, there's definitely still a chance for her to change her mind... Matsueda Jun thought to himself, admiring the clean profile of the girl's face.

Seemingly sensing his undisguised, focused gaze, Mochizuki Haruka's eyelashes trembled slightly. She finally turned her head and glared at the boy.

"Why are you looking at me instead of listening to the lesson?"

“I got this question right,” Jun Matsue said frankly. “There’s no point in listening to the lecture anyway, so I might as well take a few more glances at Mochizuki.”

The girl didn't know what to say, so she could only bite her lip, glare at him, and then lower her head.

"You've already used all the textbooks, why haven't you moved your seat back yet?" she said, staring at her questions.

The boy turned around to avoid his little actions being noticed by the homeroom teacher.

"Maybe Kominato-sensei will need it later?"

...There are only ten minutes left before get out of class ends, how could we possibly still need the textbook? Mochizuki Haruka thought angrily.

However, despite her thoughts, she didn't ask the boy to move the desk back—it was during class time, and the teacher was still explaining the problems; moving the desk at this time would be too abrupt.

So we'll send him back as soon as get out of class is over! The girl nodded to herself.

Mochizuki Haruka admitted that Matsue's sudden initiative did make her feel both sweet and bewildered, but she had already made a promise to her aunt—her determination to correct Matsue must not waver.

"It must be because we spoiled Songzhi too much before that he has such a presumptuous and rebellious idea!"

Her aunt, sitting upright in the study, said this to her indignantly.

"He wants our Xiaoyao to be one of his girlfriends? Why doesn't he let Wang Yuehua ride on his back like a horse!"

Recalling the woman's words, the girl secretly turned her head to look at the boy sitting next to her—Matsueda Jun, as if by telepathy, turned his face to meet her gaze with a smile.

Still laughing… Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes. If she hadn’t stopped her aunt, she probably would have already led a group of people to block the apartment door.

The bell rang at the right time, and Kominato Shoko put down the chalk in her hand, picked up her lesson plan and exercise book, and paused on the podium.

That concludes the first class of the new semester.

"The remaining months will go by very quickly—let's all work hard until the common exams are over!"

Amidst enthusiastic applause, the female teacher smiled, bowed, and then walked out of the classroom in her low-heeled leather shoes.

The classroom became noisy again. Wang Yueyao put down her pen and gave the boy's thigh a hard push.

"Thank you for the textbook, Songzhi. Please take it back now."

“Okay~” Jun Matsue obediently stood up.

Before he moved the desk, the girl stared into his eyes and said something in a serious tone.

"Unless Songzhi can give up his naive ideas, I will not become your girlfriend."

The boy's smile faltered, and he sighed inwardly.

“Even if the process is difficult, I still want to try my best to win you back,” Jun Matsueda said frankly and sincerely.

"Oh." Mochizuki Haruka, unmoved, picked up the textbooks in front of the two of them and slammed them onto the boy's desk with a "thud".

"You should take better care of your girlfriend first."

Jun Matsue turned his head and saw Yuka Tomatsu sitting in her seat, holding a water glass and smiling at the two of them.

The boy moved his desk back to its original position, and the girl sitting to his right quickly leaned over, cupping one hand to her lips as she whispered something to him.

"Your offensive failed, didn't it?" A teasing remark drifted into my ears.

"Mochizuki Haruka is a pampered young lady; when her temper flares, how could she possibly be swayed by a few words of flattery from Tsunuk?"

"Even if you convince her now, if Yang Shisang joins later, she'll definitely cause trouble again, right?"

"Besides, she has elders around. Would Miss Mochizuki allow her niece to be with the philandering Tsunuk?"

"It's better to give up on her sooner rather than later, so Tsun-kun can fully enjoy his romance~"

Tomatsu Yuka's last words were particularly ambiguous; she deliberately blew a soft breath and brushed it against the boy's earlobe.

Jun Matsueda glanced at her helplessly, "These kinds of discouraging words have no effect on me."

"But you, Yuhua, don't get any bad ideas or try anything funny."

"How could that be?" Tomatsu Yuka blinked innocently.

"I always listen to Jun-kun the most, no matter what."

"..." The boy reached out and pinched her cheek. "That would be perfect."

The girl straightened her back, raised her head, and looked at the seat on the other side of Matsueda Jun.

Sitting upright by the window, Wang Yueyao tucked her black hair behind her ear and gave her a cold look.

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and watched as the girl opposite her lowered her head indifferently.

The guy who comes out on top is so lucky... even when he throws a tantrum, he gets tolerated.

However, she herself was completely obedient to Tsun-kun in bed, which is why she can now so easily whisper these naughty words in his ear.

If only Tsunku were a frivolous man, Tomatsu Yuka thought, glancing at the profile of the boy beside her.

As long as she tries her best to please him in bed, he will obediently listen to her...

But I probably wouldn't fall for someone like this, would I?

"Yuka~~ It's been a long time!"

The girl gathered her scattered thoughts and smiled at her classmate who was waving as she walked towards her.

"Long time no see—actually, it's only been a month, right?" Tomatsu Yuka winked playfully.

She transformed back into that gentle, pure, excellent, and kind vice class monitor.

"A month is a long time~" the girl who walked up to her said with a grin, "You seem to have changed a lot!" "Really?"

"Really! She's become even more gentle, beautiful, and elegant!" a passing girl remarked.

"He seems to have grown taller!"

Chatting and laughing with the girls nearby, Tomatsu Yuka's gaze drifted to Matsueda Jun outside the crowd.

Is this the magic of love?
After finishing his four classes in the morning, Jun Matsuoka ate lunch and returned to the teaching building alone.

He went to the cafeteria with Tomatsu Yuka, but the girl was stopped by her juniors on her way back to go to the brass band, so the boy went up the stairs alone and greeted the students he passed by.

Upon reaching the third-floor staircase exit, Jun Matsue did not continue upwards but instead looked down at his hands.

Returning to the teaching building empty-handed made him feel a little out of place—at this time of year, he should have been carrying lunch for Mochizuki.

But today, in order to keep her distance from the boys, Mochizuki Haruka went to the cafeteria, which was unusual for her. When Matsueda Jun left the cafeteria, he took a special look at her. The girl and the gyaru were sitting together, quietly eating with their heads down, as if they didn't even notice his gaze.

Throughout the morning, except for the first class when they shared a desk, the distance between them never narrowed.

Jun Matsue wasn't particularly discouraged; he was confident he could soften the girl's attitude.

However, the thought of his aunt standing behind Wangyue still gave him an unavoidable headache.

Just as Tomatsu Yuka said this morning, even if Mochizuki Haruka agrees to his decision, Mochizuki Hana, as his aunt, will not let it go.

Boys can shamelessly try to win over girls, but getting their aunt's approval is a real challenge.

After standing by the wall for a while, Jun Matsue did not continue upstairs. Instead, he entered the stairwell and headed towards the vending machine at the other end.

"Let's buy an ice cream."

The stairwell, without air conditioning, felt stuffy. Approaching the ice cream vending machine, there were several people queuing up. Jun Matsueda blinked—the sailor-uniformed figure at the end of the line looked familiar.

The boy walked up to the girl who had her head down and waved in front of her.

"What is Imokawa looking at?"

The girl subconsciously took two steps back, looked up in a panic, and only relaxed her tense shoulders after seeing the boy's face clearly.

"So it was a pine branch." Natsumi Imokawa breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me..."

"So what are you looking at so intently?" Jun Matsue looked at her heaving chest, the front of her sailor uniform bulging out, its curves full and alluring.

"They didn't even bring a camera."

"There's no air conditioning in the hallway, it's too hot to come out with a camera..." the girl complained softly, showing her phone screen to the boy.

"I'm looking at the application requirements for the Tokyo University of the Arts."

Jun Matsueda leaned over and looked at the rules and regulations on the screen. As the group moved forward and Natsumi Imokawa followed, he naturally straightened up and created some distance.

"Has Imokawa finished editing the footage?"

"More or less!" The girl's listless face lit up with excitement when she said this.

"There are only a few minutes left in the feature film. I'll spend another three or four days editing the other types of videos, and then the portfolio will be complete!"

The line in front of them had just been emptied. The boy clapped twice and walked up to the vending machine.

"Then I'll treat Imokawa to ice cream, as a way of celebrating in advance."

The old Natsumi Imokawa might have politely declined first, but the current girl simply puffed out her chest proudly and walked to his side.

She pointed her slender index finger at the machine's display window, "I want the Hokkaido milk flavor!"

After throwing the torn wrapper into the trash can, the two ate their ice cream as they walked up the stairs. Watching the girl licking her milk ice cream, Jun Matsueda suddenly remembered something.

"When did Imokawa's seclusion end? I used to get automatic replies when I sent you messages."

"Ah." After carefully licking the ice cream with her pink tongue, Natsumi Imokawa answered the question, "...yesterday."

"Yesterday?" The boy raised an eyebrow.

"Actually, it's not over yet." The girl's melancholy gaze pierced through the stairwell wall, looking towards the direction of Xidiwa.

"I originally wanted to finish editing the film in one go, but since school is starting soon, I had to come to school first."

"You need to take care of yourself..." Jun Matsueda sighed and stepped into the fourth-floor corridor. "Don't end up with panda eyes."

Natsumi Imokawa's expression tensed up. "Are my dark circles really that bad?"

The girl who came out of the stairs suddenly leaned closer, standing on tiptoe and tilting her face up so that the boy could get a clear look at her face.

She didn't have any dark circles under her eyes; her fair skin glowed delicately in the sunlight streaming through the corridor windows. The glimpse of cream peeking out from her neckline resembled a milk-flavored ice cream in her hand, sweet enough to make one's heart flutter.

Jun Matsueda had no choice but to take a step to the side, distancing himself from the oblivious girl.

"Actually, it's alright..." He looked at the girl's slightly lowered, innocent eyes to prevent his gaze from wandering elsewhere.

"I'm just giving you a heads-up."

"That's good~" Natsumi Imokawa breathed a sigh of relief, blinking her round, innocent eyes like a puppy.

"I knew it! My mom calls me every day to make sure I go to bed early..."

The girl stopped at the door of her classroom and looked at the boy beside her.

"Even though I'm busy editing, I still check Songzhi's news whenever I have time."

"But so much time has passed that I don't know how to reply, so I thought I might as well not reply at all."

Perhaps it was the heat in the corridor, or perhaps it was the tension caused by being overly concerned about Songzhi's thoughts, but a faint blush rose on her cheeks.

Would Songzhi care?

"It's nothing, I just thought of you so I sent you a message," Jun Matsue said, biting into an ice cream stick.

"You have an automatic reply function, right? I'll call you if it's really urgent."

Upon hearing his answer, Natsumi Imokawa blinked and stared down at the boy's trouser cuffs.

Although she felt a little relieved, why did she seem to feel a little lost again?
The girl wanted to say something more, but the boy's trousers swayed first.

Noticing the hot girls appearing at the other end of the corridor, Jun Matsueda started walking, turning around and waving before leaving.

"I'm leaving now. Imokawa, you still need to be careful not to forget to eat and sleep."

“Oh…” Natsumi Imokawa nodded blankly.

Watching the boy walk away into the distance, she tilted her head and quickly spotted the striking, aloof girl in the approaching crowd.

...Is Songzhi's plan progressing smoothly?
Natsumi Imokawa found herself becoming more concerned about this issue.

(End of this chapter)